LOST without YOU

~Chapter 2~

Jungkook was on the phone with Namjoon, his older friend and mentor. "Hyung, I'll be fine," he assured him. "I just need to go to the studio and work on some music to clear my head."

Namjoon was hesitant to let Jungkook go, but he knew that his friend needed to find a way to cope with the pain and stress he was feeling. "Alright, fine. But if you need anything, call me, okay?" he said with a note of concern in his voice. "I will. Thanks, hyung," Jungkook replied before ending the call.

As Jungkook arrived at the studio, he sensed the stillness of the night. The place was deserted, but that's what he preferred. He made his way to the room he always went to when he was here, but as he walked closer, he heard a voice coming from inside the building.

The voice seemed to be murmuring, and he couldn't figure out what it was saying. Jungkook was about to ask the person to leave when he heard them starting to sing.

 The sound of their voice was mesmerizing, deep and smooth, with a touch of softness that made him feel at ease. 

He kept peeking through the crack of the door, trying to see the person's face, but he couldn't make out more than a silhouette. As he leaned in to look closer, he stumbled and fell forward, making the guy turn around.

The blonde-haired male immediately took off his headphones and ran to Jungkook, who was lying on the ground, too embarrassed to show his face. "Oh my god, are you okay?!"

The blondie knelt and helped Jungkook get up. As Jungkook rubbed his nose, he couldn't help but notice how kind and caring the other male was. Mr. Blondie couldn't help but notice how cute Jungkook looked, from his big doe eyes to his bunny teeth, and the baggy clothes he wore that made him look small.

~smoll kookie🤏~ 

Jungkook's cheeks turned a deep shade of red as he gazed at the other male, captivated by his attractiveness. "T-thanks," he stuttered, feeling nervous yet intrigued.

"Do you like music too? Well, I guess that was a dumb question because you wouldn't be here if you didn't," Taehyung asked, trying to break the awkward silence, he nervously laughed and introduced himself as Kim Taehyung.

Taehyung's famous boxy smile made Jungkook's heart race as he hesitantly shook his hand. "Jungkook... is my name," he murmured

.

"Jungkook..." Taehyung muttered, smiling to himself. He walked to the piano and sat down, his fingers gracefully dancing across the keys as he played a beautiful melody. Jungkook watched in awe, feeling a deep sense of admiration for Taehyung's musical talent.

"I'm sorry for bothering you. I'll... I'll go," Jungkook stuttered, turning around slowly and closing the door behind him. Taehyung simply smiled and said, "I'll see you around, Jungkook."

As Jungkook ran out of the building to his car, he felt overwhelmed with emotion. "Holy shit..." he exclaimed, placing his hand on his racing heart and taking deep breaths. "God..." he murmured, unable to shake the memory of Taehyung's enchanting smile and musical prowess.

As he slipped into his car, he couldn't shake off the image of Taehyung from his mind. The man had left a lasting impression on him. The drive home was uneventful, but Jungkook couldn't wait to get back to his apartment and learn more about the man who had intrigued him so much.

As soon as he reached his apartment, he ran up to his room and turned on his laptop. With trembling fingers, he opened Instagram and began his search. He typed in "Taehyung" and then "Kim Taehyung," but nothing came up. His hopes were starting to fade.

Just as he was about to give up, an account called "thv" appeared. With a flicker of excitement, Jungkook clicked on it, and his face lit up when he saw Taehyung's face all over the page. He scrolled through the account, admiring the photos and videos of the blond man. Taehyung had a significant following, and he deserved it.

Jungkook decided to follow the account and put his laptop away, feeling content and happy. He couldn't wait to learn more {stalk} Taehyung. As the night progressed, a deep sense of relaxation and tranquility began to take over his body.

 His breathing became slower and more rhythmic, and his eyes grew heavy with fatigue. Finally, he succumbed to the peaceful embrace of sleep and allowed himself to drift away into a world of dreams.

{our tae}