why does no one talk about the dark & wild album and how gr8 it is?

LIKE I LOVE THE DARK & WILD ALBUM OMF + I LOVE ANYONE WHO ADORES THIS ALBUM TOO,,,,

• WAR OF HORMONE WAS SUCH A GOOD MV, the lyrics were kinda "hmmm" but THEY WERE ALL SO FLIRTY AND GODAMN TAEHYUNG WITH LAVENDER HAIR MHM MHMHMM sIGN ME TF UP.

• AND "HIP HOP LOVER" IS MY JAM OMgggg, I LOVE THE [strong] "HIP. HOP" AND THEN IT GOES [softly] "ill be down for your rhythm" HAVENANSSVFEBAGGCH IM DOWN FOR YOUR RHYTHM TOO BOO

• and "let me know" and namjoon's intro, "what am i to you", always hits me hard :////😟 they're, idk how to say it, but kinda raw–like? — the emotions in their voices are so raw and real and idk mannnn, it just makes me emo.

• 24/7 IS THE CUTEST SONG EVER FITE ME ON TJIS [actually "converse high" is probably no1, that was ineffably cute. and "move" and "miss right" come close]
NAMJOON'S VOICE IS SO NICE WHEN HE SAYS "I THINK ABOUT YOU ALL NIGHT GIRL x2"
sigh [clutches boob] namjoon makes my heart hurt ;-;

• THIS ALBUM IS ALSO THE PROUD HOME OF CYPHER PT3: KILLER A.K.A THE MOST LIT–TEST TRACK EVEr,,,,,

• "can you get off your phone?" iS SUCH A CATCHY SONG. IT'S A SONG THAT JUST MAKES YOU WANNA SWAY YOUR BODY ALONG. THE HARMONIES, THE AD LIBS, THE HIGH NOTES ARE TOO MUCH FOR ME——rip sharmila.

• "blanket kick" is so soft, fetus and fuzzy. & the choreo to it is the most adorable–st thing ive ever seen, o my.

• "2nd grade". okay, talk about a misguiding song. you'd think it'd be about a cute lov stori or some shit but the whole song is full of bullets being fired in the background and jimin going "BANG BANG" and at one point yoongi does this snake charmer rap and — i really don't even know anymore. oh, and hoseok's part. . .
as a hobi stan. . . his part in this song. . . is just so. . .

mm.
anyway, moving on—
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taehyung focus
"well, that didn't go too well." jimin murmurs to himself as he washes jungkook's empty bowl.

"what's wrong? where's he going?" taehyung questions, alarmed, because jungkook has left. left him in the hands of someone who looks nice and friendly but god knows what this small boy is capable of — he's only known him for what? maybe half an hour?
jungkook may be his kidnapper but he's the only person he knows in this unknown city so taehyung can't help but feel nervous sitting here in this desolate apartment with only jimin and his snake like black wires.

jimin turns off the tap and sets the clean bowl on the dryer, "it's nothing, jeon's just being a hormonal teenager." he smiles but despite saying that it was nothing, jimin looks conflicted for a split second; his brows are tugged together in a frown and his teeth worry the skin of his lower lip red.

"isn't jeon twenty?" taehyung murmurs quietly, not thinking through before he speaks — he's too busy nervously fumbling with the oranges in the fruit bowl.

"still a baby." jimin murmurs, looking into the distance. he blinks and turns his head to look at taehyung, "how do you know that?"

taehyung freezes.
"oh, um, he told me when we were playing twenty one questions." taehyung says, hurriedly peeling away the skin of an orange.

"he played twenty one questions with you??"

"w–well, technically i was the only one answering and questioning, he just joined in occasionally." taehyung stammers, depositing the peel to one side and picking up the peeled orange with slightly shaky hands.

"what type of stuff did he say?"

taehyung swallows his nerves, "uh, he told me his favourite colour; red, his hobbies; shooting people — must be very fun, his dietary information; he's a non–veggie kinda man, his fears; apparently nothing, and i can't remember anything else." taehyung distractedly pulls apart the orange segments.

"oh." jimin says. he pauses for a second before speaking again, all of a sudden, intrigued, "also, ive noticed that jeon doesn't tie or gag you up. . .?"

"h–hm? oh no, he doesn't — he tied me up at first with my bedroom curtain cord but then i pushed him away in that petrol station and the cord fell off whilst i tried to hide. he hadn't tied me up since." taehyung blabs uncertainly.

"wait, what? petrol station? hiding? could you repeat that?"

"s–so when. . ." so taehyung tells jimin about being kidnapped, hiding in a petrol station and witnessing jungkook fire a bullet into shownu's arm, his multiple failed escape attempts, his touring of dosi with jungkook, spraining his ankle whilst trying to pee and many more things that've happened since taehyung's kidnapping. he says everything but one thing.

he doesn't mention the bucket list.

here he is spewing out all this information to someone he's only know for less than half an hour and yet taehyung doesn't stop blabbing, doesn't feel fazed at the moment: the way jimin encourages him to speak with little noise inputs like "mhm" and "yeah" and "okay", makes him want to carry on speaking forever — it's nice to have someone listen to you and hear your input for once.
so taehyung continues to talk about jungkook and him but he doesn't, absolutely does not bring up the bucket list.

why? he doesn't know.

he has this sense of security over the topic — like it's something secretive to keep to himself. something personal. something, in a way, special. a special something that belongs only to him and, grudgingly, jungkook. something he doesn't wanna reveal to jimin, no matter how nice talking to the attentive boy was.

jimin focus
ten minutes later, jimin's sitting on the stool besides taehyung, cheek in palm and attentively listening to taehyung messily ramble about how difficult it is to run away in flip flops whilst wearing a small smile on his face.
kim taehyung is quite different, jimin thinks as he tears his attention away from taehyung and to the multiple peeled oranges sitting in front of the aforementioned. he takes one in his hand and plucks a segment out.

he's different to jungkookie's usual hostages, jimin muses as he bites into the orange piece. all his hostages look like they're about to piss their pants but here's taehyungie, chatting away like his life depended on his words, about how jungkook is quote "kinda scary and mean but sometimes nice, i guess" unquote.

jimin's right about jungkook's hostages: the few times jungkook had pit stopped at his apartment last year with a hostage was pretty scary — jimin remembers one time when jungkook had asked jimin to watch his hostage whilst he 'cleaned up' a task downtown. he remembers jungkook leaving with spattered blood on his knuckles and a loaded sharpshooter's rifle gun, leaving without taking his frail hostage: a weak thirty year old man who cowered away from jimin, fear passing through his eyes whenever he got too close. jimin observed the man from afar — the probably once proud, wealthy businessman now had bruised wrists where thick rope cut into his skin, a gagged mouth, dirt stained clothes and wore only one scuffed up shoe. his eyes were tinted red and were shiny with tears and one eye had a panda-like patch of bruised yellow and purple ringed round — jungkook must've punched the man in the eye, initiating a black eye.

jimin regards the boy with interest; this kid doesn't have blackened eyes or bruise marks round his wrists. why? where's the usual fear and pain jungkook usually inflicts on his victims?

namjoon hyung probably asked him to come unharmed.

but that doesn't explain why he isn't scared of jungkookie.
hm.
he's not scared of jungkookie but he's definitely scared of me (why though? im the least threatening person he'll find in the criminal world????) — just look at him, mumbling frantically and shaking whilst telling me all this stuff about jungkook locking him up in rooms and carrying down roads –– oh, and since when does jungkook carry his hostages down roads when they've sprained their ankles???? a year ago, jungkookie would've mercilessly made taehyung crawl down the road whilst pointing a gun at the back of his head. but now he's carrying hostages in his arms???? down long ass motorways???

this is interesting, jimin thinks as he pops another orange into his mouth. he chews on it thoughtfully. what's happened to jungkook? is he going soft after doing nothing for a year?

jimin frowns slightly as he remembers calling namjoon late last year, asking about jungkook because the boy wouldn't answer his calls or earnest messages. he'd asked the gang leader where his dongsaeng had disappeared with worry filling his voice.
a tired sounding namjoon had replied simply with; "haneul left." it was enough for jimin to understand the meaning of the younger's disappearance — he knew the younger adored the girl full heartedly (he couldn't say the same for him because personally, he found the girl to be quite ridiculous) and would miss haneul's presence dearly.

jimin sighs and looks up at the clock hanging off of the wall in front of them.
"9:46pm." he says, thoughtfully. nearly time to go, he thinks, but what to do with taehyungie? should i take him?
no, jungkook would kill me.

he looks over at taehyung.

ah, fuck it — let the kid have some godamn fun for once, jimin decides before speaking.
"taetae, wanna come do errands with me?"

taehyung visibly glows at the new nickname.
"errands?"

"well, i can't leave you here alone — god knows what you'll do to my apartment."
jimin jokes lightly, "so you might as well come with me and have some fun before moody jungkookie comes back."

"fun?"

"mhm." jimin hums, wiping his (smol) wet hands against a tea towel, "how would you feel about going to a nightclub tonight, tae?"

+

taehyung focus
"uhm, i–is this necessary? me going to a club, i mean?" taehyung asks, chewing on his bottom lip as he sits nervously on the edge of jimin's very spacious bed.

"hm, it's not totally necessary," jimin muses from where he stands in the walk in closet, looking through several clothing items with interest, "i kinda just want a friend to accompany me to the club and have some fun with me. get drunk and dance — that okay, taehyungie?" 

"u–uhm—"

"well, it's either that or being tied, gagged and left locked up in my apartment until either me or jungkookie come home," jimin turns and beams at taehyung, "i suggest the former option."

"o–oh okay then." taehyung twiddles with his fingers, "what about jeon? is he going to let me—?"

"jungkook has no say in this, he's left and immediately made me in charge of you. so you're my responsibility. and ill deal however i want with my responsibilities." jimin sing songs as he walks out of the closet with a handful of clothing pieces.

"but, im your hostage." taehyung points out blankly, "you're taking a hostage to a club to have to have fun."

"yes, fun. heard of it before, taehyung?" jimin queries, raising an eyebrow, "i need someone to get drunk with tonight and you're the perfect candidate; you're available and pretty. and im taking you as a friend not a hostage — i think we can excuse the fact that you're jungkookie's delivery package for a few hours, don't you think?" jimin says, handing taehyung the bundle of clothes in his arms.

"now choose something you wanna wear. you're taller than me and more lean but there's bound to be something to fit you." jimin walks away, heading back inside the walk in closet.

taehyung smiles after the boy.
did you hear that, taehyung? you made a friend. taehyung doesn't know why he's getting so emotional and indescribably happy over the fact that someone called him a 'friend' — it wasn't a big deal, yet taehyung's naive heart bloomed with warmth. maybe he's not a potential threat to you, taehyung; he seems really nice, nicer than jungkook anyway. taehyung eases up.

he sifts through the jackets and jeans strewn over his lap with curiosity.
are all people in the crime world actually nice? taehyung thinks for a split second. no, of course not. there's bound to be bad people; they're criminals, they've done bad things and jimin and jungkook have probably done their fair share of crimes.
you're just lucky you found nice enough criminals in this scary world.

"taehyung, have you found anything yet?" jimin calls from the closet. taehyung looks further into the pile of clothes and discovers a suede brown jacket, one that's incredibly soft to the touch, "yeah, i found something!" taehyung yells back, pulling out the jacket.

jimin pokes his head round the door, "great! keep looking, there's more stuff in here. and once you've found everything you want, put it on and dump those ugly yellow shorts." jimin grins, moving away.

+

half an hour later, after friendly chatter and searching for appropriate clothing for a night out, taehyung is kitted out in a flimsy white t-shirt with two layers thrown over; one, a casual flannel shirt that was too big for jimin, and his chosen brown suede jacket. for his lower half, he wore fading black jeans and a pair of black high top converse that jimin had bought for himself but had bought the wrong size. finally, a silver chain choker lined his tan throat, the dangling charm finishing off his outfit. as for hair and makeup, jimin refused to do anything drastic except a light padding of bb cream in certain areas and a little brush through his hair, whilst chatting about how excited he was to get wasted tonight.

now standing in front of the mirror, taehyung feels pleased at how he looks in casual clothing; he looks good. he looks at the mirror at jimin who stands behind him, also ready in his clothes; he's wearing a white shirt under an embellished oversized green jacket, sleeves rolled up to reveal dainty bracelets on his wrists. light blue, excessively ripped jeans cling to his legs, revealing more skin than necessary but they're going to a club — a little revealing won't hurt anyone, will it? jimin's outfit's finished off with black boots and perfectly tousled black hair.

"oh, we look good." jimin comments casually as he crosses the room to the vanity desk, rifling through the drawers until he finds a plastic baggie with a plain blue USB stick inside. "i reckon we're good to go."

"what's the USB for?" taehyung asks as he fiddles with his shirt sleeves.

"this is my errand to run," jimin explains as he places the plastic baggie into his jacket pocket, "ive gotta give it to someone who's meeting us at the club. he's probably waiting for us," jimin grins, "we should leave."

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jungkook focus
a few hours later, jungkook climbs back into the apartment with his eyes glazed and breath reeking of cigarettes. he'd said he was going for a drink but an intense drinking session and an even more intense hangover was not what he needed right now. so instead of heading for the nearest bar, jungkook went to the neighbourhood's kids park and laid out on the too small slide, looking up at the navy coloured sky whilst smoking god knows how many cigarettes.

after a few hours of lazing around and feeling shit, jungkook gathers himself together and stumbles down the street, heading back to jimin's apartment, back to jimin and taehyung.
only when he steps inside and yells out his usual call ("hey midget, im here!") in a gravelly tone, no one replies. he frowns and walks further into the studio apartment. no one was present.

he fumbles for his phone, unlocking the device and searching through his contacts for jimin's number whilst looking through the bathroom and the two bedrooms jimin owned.

call "midget mochi😷"?
yes | no

jimin answers after a few rings later but before jungkook could question the boy's and his hostage's location, jimin briskly yells into the receiver, cutting off jungkook.
"shit! taehyung, you can't do that! you can't go round stealing people's drinks–– oh my god, tae!!" jimin laughs, sounding distant.

jungkook frowns.

"hold on, okay?" jimin yells at someone in the background over the loud thump of some bass boosted song. "hello? jungkoooooookie?" the boy's voice sounds closer.

"where the fuck is kim?"

"ohohohoho no." jimin's voice sounds distant again, "tae, you can't do that!!"

"jimin?"

"sorry, oh my god. kim taehyung is a fucking lightweight — i did not think of this shit when i asked him to do errands with me—"

"what do you mean, 'errands'?"

"it's just a sssssssmall errand, don't worry — i had to give a USB stick to park chanyeol, know him? owner of the hugest nightclub in the city named blue moon? very hot and very tall?"

"vaguely— look, i have no idea why you've taken my godamn hostage to a bar—"

"it's a nightclub kook, and calm down, taetae's fine! mhm, totallyyyy fine."

"taetae?"

"it's cute right? cute like him." jimin giggles. "he's my new best friend — don't be jealous kook!!"

"hyung, are you drunk?"

"well, im at a nightclub — obviously i won't be sober." jimin drawls in a bored tone, "you should come down here and have fun too!" jimin exclaims brightly.

"im coming down there but not for fun, hyung. im coming to take you two back home." jungkook mutters, slipping his socked feet into his battered sneakers.

"you're no fuuuun, kook." jimin whines. "fine, you can come take taehyungie but im not going anywhere — im a big boy and i can handle myself. taehyungie isn't a big boy," jimin giggles, "some girl offered him a drink and he came crying to me, saying the ahjumma scared him. taehyungie ish sho kyoot, aren't you?" jimin coos, mostly likely talking and pinching or squidging taehyung's cheeks.

"you said the nightclub is called blue moon, right?"

"m'yes."

"okay. im on my way."