Jeon Jungkоok

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Taehyung's absence was like the absence of a drug in his blood—and Jungkook was breaking, turning inside out, freezing, and then burning. Why had he let Kim into his heart, but now he felt like he'd let him into his veins?

In those days that followed their separation, Chon lost himself in every second spent away from his beloved.

And all because of that fucking drunken kiss with someone Jungkook couldn't remember: no face, no voice, no smell. But he couldn't get the look on Taehyung's face when he saw it out of his head.

Chon remembered him constantly.

I saw it under closed eyelids and in my dreams.

One wrong kiss cost Jungkook hundreds, no, thousands of lost kisses from Taehyung.

The guy reaches for the phone again. His fingers, shaking from nerves and alcohol, again accurately dial the number he's memorized like his birthday.

Again the beeps, endless, cold, heartless... and suddenly - silence.

Not a voice, but not a dial tone either. Taehyung answered the call.

"Tae?" Jungkook's voice trembled, and the guy himself felt like he had sobered up. "Darling, I'm sorry," he breathed into the phone. "Listen to me, please."