Jungkook's video diary

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Jungkook sits on the chair, and it creaks plaintively under his weight. A red light flickers on. In the lens is his gaunt face, the shadows under his eyes deeper than yesterday. Scattered nearby are sheets of unsent letters: hundreds of "I will find you," crossed out and rewritten again.

He looks into the camera. His gaze catches on his own t-shirt — the very one Taehyung used to call "lucky." Now it hangs loose, because Jungkook has stopped eating.

— Night two hundred and forty-seven. I checked the hospitals again. In the subway, I thought I saw the back of your head — I ran after it for three blocks, grabbing passersby by the shoulders, but they turned out to be strangers.

He falls silent, running a hand through his hair, and in this gesture, all the exhaustion of weeks spent without sleep becomes apparent. His fingers touch an old bracelet on his wrist — the matching one they exchanged on the day of their fight. Jungkook looks at it as if trying to burn the memory of that day out of his head.

He reaches out to stop the recording, but the phone screen flashes white. The phone vibrates and slides across the table. On the display is an unknown number and a country code, but it feels to Jungkook like this is it, that everything is about to be resolved. And he answers the call with hope, letting out a hoarse:

— Yes?