Little Cub (TaeJinKook) ✅

Thirty Two

Jin groaned, rolling over on the bed and feeling the spot next to him.

Cold.

His eyes fluttered open and he sat up quickly, looking around.

The room was empty, save for him and his clothes, strewn about the room haphazardly. He cursed under his breath, stumbling out of the bed and grabbing his clothes, looking around.

Taehyung was gone.

Images from the night before flashed through his head and he groaned, running a hand through his hair as he realized how stupid he had been.

V.

It hadn’t been Taehyung, it had been V.

But blinded by his lust and the alcohol he’d consumed earlier, Jin had foolishly fallen into a trap and allowed V in.

The memory hit him like a truck and he cursed under his breath, finding his phone and dialing a number quickly.

“Hyung?”

“Yes, little Cub?” Jin looked down at V, nestled into his chest. They’d fallen asleep earlier, just a short nap, before engaging in another round of lust and passion. V was draped across Jin’s chest now, drawing lazy circles across his chest as the two just relaxed on the bed, taking comfort in each other’s warmth.

“How are you all? You know...since I left.”

“Why did you leave?”

“Don’t answer a question with a question, Hyung.” V whined softly, putting. Jin sighed and nodded, turning to stare up at the ceiling.

“We’ve all been desperately searching for you, Cub. Jeon and I have barely gotten any sleep. Jeon spends most days at the club now, just waiting for his informants to come to see if there’s been any news on you. Why did you leave?”

“Hobi is family.” V finally said. “He was the first person to really care about me in any way besides Jimin. Jimin cared, but he was friends with Taemin, too, and Hobi Hyung was around all of the time, so I grew attached. And I haven’t seen him in such a long time and I wasn’t going to leave him alone—“

“But for three months?” Jin pressed. “It’s been three months, Taehyung, you could have contacted us—“

“Hoseok is...possessive.” V offered, giving a sheepish smile. “It’s okay, I got to see you tonight, didn’t I?”

“I’m drunk.” Jin offered, speaking flatly. And it was true. He had sobered up greatly from before, but he had been drunk when he’d first seen Taehyung. All of the shots he’d taken before had assured that.

And suddenly Jin felt guilty. He should have contacted Jeon. He should have told him that he found Taehyung, not fuck him. What was wrong with him?

“Where’s Jeon?”

“He is at his club, no doubt, by now. He’s there almost everyday, usually drunk if I’m to be honest.”

“And Jimin?”

“Jimin’s been spending a lot of time with that Namjoon fellow, the one you’re familiar with?”

Jin watched as something akin to guilt flooded V’s features at the mention of Namjoon. But it was gone just as fast as it had come and V snuggled further into Jin’s embrace.

“Fuck I’m such an idiot.” Jin groaned.

“Why?”

“Fuck—oh shit, I forgot I was calling you.” Jin sighed and bit his lower lip. “So...I saw Taehyung last night.” Jin tried to go for a light hearted tone.

“What!?” Jeon screeched into his ear. “Where is he now!?”

“Um...I don’t know. He left already and—“

“You let him go!?”

“I—I was drunk last night, Jeon, I didn’t expect for him to just...be there, so I…”

“You—you’re such an idiot, Hyung!” Jeon growled out. “Meet me at my club. Now. We’re discussing this. I’ll call Jimin, too.”

-

“So explain to me what happened again?” Jimin asked as Jungkook and Jin sat in front of him.

“This idiot got drunk and fucked Taehyung last night when he saw him at his club. He let him get away, too.”

Jimin turned to Jin, sighing. “Really?”

“I was drunk!”

“You shouldn’t have been drinking.” Jin scoffed at Jungkook’s words.

“Says fucking you. You’ve been piss drunk for the past three months! So don’t even start with that bullshit that I shouldn’t have been drinking.”

“Shut up!” Jimin shouted. “Jesus Christ, both of you, calm the fuck down, we aren’t going to achieve anything like this, Okay? Now, did you say anything to V, Jin?”

Jin shook his head, but then paused. “Uh...I told him where you both were most days. And I also told him that Jeon is usually piss drunk at his club.”

“Okay….that’s not that bad…” Jimin began. “We can work with this. V will no doubt try and strike, then. I have no doubt in my mind that Hobi told him to take the deal regarding you, Jeon. And basically Jin told him that you were always drunk and unaware of your surroundings, which is good for us, because that means he won’t suspect a thing. He’ll come for you. We’ll be prepared when he does.”