Three days had passed.

And the devils had yet to discover where Bam was.

Jungkook was no longer furious.

Instead he was afraid.

He found himself back at the gates of heaven, tears running down his cheeks. Seokjin held him tight and allowed him to cry into his shoulder.

"Jinnie, I want Bam back," he sobbed and Seokjin carded his fingers gently through his brother's hair.

"Shh, darling. Don't lose hope."

"It's been three days."

"I know, love. Look at me?" Seokjin mumbled and pulled away to look at Jungkook, reaching up his thumb to wipe away his tears, "we'll find Bam and before you know it, he'll be home. I'll send my angels in search of him too. Alright?"

"You'd do that?" Jungkook asked, looking up at Jin with tear-filled eyes and once again, it reminded Seokjin of a young child.

"Yes, kookie. Anything for you."

Silence.

Then . . .

"Don't call me kookie. I am the King of Hell, show me some respect," Jungkook huffed and harshly rubbed away his tears.

Seokjin laughed, "sure, brat."

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To be continued. . .