When Seokjin wakes up from his sleep, he immediately fumbles with his device to check the time on his phone. It's already 1 in the morning, and he curses himself for sleeping in. He's received a bunch of messages from his husband and replies with an apology saying that he'll just stay over for the night. The moment he locks his phone and turns his body to the other side to check on Yoongi, his eyes widen in horror when he sees no sight of the latter. He stands up in a hurry, his bare feet making heavy noises as he pads his way towards the living room, expecting for Yoongi to be there, but there was no trace of him in every corner of the house.

Seokjin takes his phone out and dials Namjoon, hoping that his husband is still awake and would pick up his calls. After five minutes of his calls directing to voicemail, Namjoon finally answers the call, voice groggy from his sleep.

"Jin hyung?"

"Joon, Yoongi's missing!"

"What the fuck? I thought he was with you?!"

"He was! But we fell asleep and the moment I woke up, he's gone! He's not in the living room, nor the bathroom. He's nowhere inside this goddamn house, Joonie! I'm scared," Seokjin whispers, a sob threatening to come out his mouth. His husband notices the way Jin's voice waver in fear.

"I'm coming over. I'm not turning the phone off just in case you've got something to say to me. Go and sit down and wait for me, okay? I'll be right there as quick as I can, baby," Namjoon assures him, and Seokjin does what his husband tells him. He thinks hard, and when an answer pops into his mind, he's never been as terrified as before.

"Joonie... I think Yoongi went over to Taehyung's."

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"Chim, come on, stop crying! It's been hours and I'm running out of tissues!" Jeongguk complains jokingly. Jimin sniffles one more time before throwing the used tissue towards the younger's direction. Luckily, Jeongguk was able to dodge it, giving Jimin a triumphant look before picking it up and putting it inside the trash.

"Shut up, you brat. Your best friend is crying but here you are, more concerned about your goddamn supply of tissue paper."

"Nah, I was just making you laugh."

"Well, then, you suck at it," Jimin says and Jeongguk feigns about being offended. After their bickering, Jeongguk scoots closer towards his best friend, arms wide open to welcome Jimin inside his embrace. Jimin couldn't help but tear up a bit more.

"I fucking hate him," he mumbles against Jeongguk's neck.

"What did you hear exactly?"

"That he doesn't really love me. That he's just using me to help himself move on from someone. God, I feel so fucking helpless, Guk. I feel so used, so pathetic."

"Don't say that. We all know who's the pathetic one here. However, hyung, no matter how much you hate Yoongi right now, you still have to face him and confront him about this one. Break everything off with him. Dump him and tell him to go fuck himself." Jeongguk earns a slap on his chest, but it was worth seeing his best friend smile even just for a second.

"Come on, let's get you to bed."

"No! Why don't you tell me about how Taehyung and you got together? You two are boyfriends now, right?" Jimin says with a teasing tone. Jeongguk flusters at the sudden question and nudges Jimin playfully on the shoulder to hide his embarrassment.

"Shut up, hyung."

"Oh my god, you're blushing! Aren't you a cutie?" Jimin moves his hand to tickle Jeongguk on the chin.

"Stop!" Jeongguk whines amidst giggles, confused as to whether he covers his ears or his face. The only thing that's keeping him from reprimanding his best friend for teasing him, is the smile on the latter's face.

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"Hyung? What are you doing here at one in the morning?" Taehyung asks, barely awake. He rubs his eyes and was followed by a yawn after opening the door for his best friend. He was already asleep when he felt his phone vibrate continuously, just to see a spam of messages and missed calls from Yoongi.

"Taehyung-ah..." Yoongi whispers, bloodshot eyes looking up directly at the reason why he's a mess right now. Taehyung's mouth pops open upon seeing Yoongi's face clearly. His hands instantly find their way to caress Yoongi's face, pulling him inside his apartment.

"What happened? Did you and Jimin fight?" He asks with concern. He leads the older towards his living room, excusing himself to go to the kitchen to make Yoongi a mug of hot chocolate. He was about to pour hot water in the cup, but a pair of strong arms wrapping around his torso stopped him from doing so. Yoongi was shaking and he was clearly picking on his skin by the trace of blood visible on his fingers. Taehyung knew how anxious Yoongi must've been for him to look like this- so broken and vulnerable. He puts the kettle aside and turns around to secure him to a hug. He buries his nose on Yoongi's hair, smelling a faint scent of Yoongi's shampoo mixed with sweat, and wait... is that alcohol?

"Hyung... did you drink before going here?" Taehyung pulls away from the hug and Yoongi whines at the loss of contact. "What am I gonna do with you? You need to shower and change clothes. You look like pure shit, to be honest," he comments. Yoongi only stares at him, eyes shining with so much ardor. He takes in Taehyung's features, as if he's trying to memorize even the smallest detail outlining his perfect face.

"You're so pretty."

"You're honest when you're drunk, aren't you?" Taehyung giggles before he pushes Yoongi away from him gently. He was about to lead Yoongi back inside the living room when the latter grabs his wrist and cages him back inside his arms, his back pushed against the kitchen counter.

"Hyung, we have to clean you up."

Yoongi shakes his head frantically and moves himself closer to Taehyung. The younger already feels uncomfortable with their position but he tries his best to understand Yoongi's drunken state.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful. I could stare at you for the rest of my life," Yoongi whispers close to his ear, his breath fanning the side of Taehyung's face. Taehyung's breath hitches; he suddenly feels like he's been intoxicated by the way Yoongi whispered those words to him. It feels like those words have something more to it.

"You're mistaking me for Jimin." Taehyung chuckles nervously, sweat trickling down from his forehead.

"Hey, wanna know a secret?"

"Hm, only if you're ready to tell."

"I love you."

Taehyung feels warm. He smiles and hums happily.

"I love you, too, hyungie. You know that, right?"

"No. You don't understand. I LOVE you. I'm in love with you."

Taehyung could feel his head spinning. He could feel his stomach drop and his heart hammering inside his ribcage. Fuck. This is wrong.

"Hyung, you have Jimin." He was already close to tears. He couldn't think straight and he's starting to get terrified as to where this will be heading. He doesn't want to hurt anybody. Not his best friend, not Jimin.

"I have Jimin, but he isn't you. He will never be you. I only want you, Tae. Fuck, you're the only one I need."

No.

No, no, no.

Jeongguk.

Taehyung needs Jeongguk.

"Fucking hell. Say something!" Yoongi shouts, and it was all it took to snap Taehyung out of his senses. Taehyung looks at him with eyes full of terror; he juts his bottom lip into a pout, and with a shaky breath, he says,

"Daddy... Taehyungie needs his daddy... Jeonggukie... Please..."