• Take My Hand • | A Taekook fiction|

(Chapter 17) • Always be here •

Narrator's POV

Jimin had known Taehyung since preschool years. They'd always been together, spent almost all their childhood together in Seoul. Their families were close friends as well. Taehyung trusted Jimin with his life and so did Jimin. He knew everything about the younger. He had seen his past. He knew all the little signs Taehyung showed when upset.
They knew eachother like the back of their hands, they were brothers. Best friends. soulmates.

And that was exactly why he felt like something was wrong with Taehyung today, it showed in his texts in the group chat. At least to him. He never called Jimin 'hyung'. Taehyung never called him 'hyung'. So he was sure that something wasn't right.

He couldn't just ignore it, so he decided to call the younger boy.

"Tiny, why did we text eachother in the gc when we were here together, literally on the same bed?"

"No idea meow, now lemme call him."

"Call who?"

"Tae."

"Tae?"

"Mhm... doesn't.. he seem a bit off to you? In the gc? He never calls me 'hyung', and my soulmate instinct tells me that something is wrong."

"Hmm yeah now that you mention it, he did seem a bit dry in the gc. No stupid unnecessary emojis or too many exclamation marks. It was kinda weird too. Also... he's your platonic soulmate right?"

"Of course my lil' meow, he's my bro and you're my bae. And.. maybe soon enough, hobi hyung will also be our bae." Jimin shyly chuckled.

Yoongi playfully huffed and crawled towards his boyfriend and hugged him from the side, resting his head on Jimin's chest.
Giving Jimin the opportunity to play with Yoongi's hair with one hand.

"As it should! You're mine and soon enough, hopefully, Seokkie will be ours too!"

"Okay you lil' kitty, now let's facetime him yeah?" He giggled out, smiling fondly at the older.

"Mhm."

And so, he did. And it was ringing. But the next second, the call was declined.

Jimin furrowed his brows and tried again, but just a voice call this time. Yoongi was growing curious as well, because he had never seen Taehyung decline a facetime call from Jimin before.

Something was up.

"Hi Chim.."

"....Were you crying?"

"What? No. I'm okay, why'd you call?"

"Tae- what the hell do you mean by you're okay? Your voice is hoarse and that happens either when you're crying or when you're sick! And I definitely know you don't get sick around this time. Plus! You declined the facetime request!"

"...."

"Tae, I'm switching this to video call. Pick up."

He switched it to video call. And sure enough, the younger male appeared on the screen. Laying down on his bed, engulfed by his comfort blanket. His teary eyes slightly swollen and red, nose a matching red, dried tear stains on his cheek and red lips slightly trembling.

"I'm Sorry.."

"What happened, Tae?"
Yoongi and Jimin asked simultaneously. They saw him sigh and ruffle his own hair, probably from frustration.

"It's nothing, really. I'm probably just being over dramatic."

"Taebear, just tell us please?"