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A/N

If you had read this book before or left it halfway through, then let me tell you that the book is now edited, so now it is worth reading.

If you're a rereader, then read it from the beginning because now Taekook moments are extended in satisfactory amounts.
 
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"Your drink, sir." The barman came over with a specific drink that had just been ordered by a stunning man.

"Thank you," Taehyung said as he sipped his beverage and mumbled in his trademark low voice. He was alone in his seat.

"One more, please, same as before." After a few minutes, he gave the next order.

While working on other tasks, the barman took his order and began making his drink. Looking at Taehyung, who usually had a cheery, upbeat attitude, in such a state made him feel sorry for him.

 
Taehyung typically brought a friend or his boyfriend when he visited a club. Even though it hadn't really been new for more than a few days, it was strange to see Taehyung in such a sad and tormented state.

 
He pondered whether or not to speak with him. Maybe he needs some assistance. It wasn't that they were close, but every time Taehyung visited the club, he always spoke to him respectfully and asked how he was doing. So he thought he ought to help him.

'Bogum, keep within your limits. But one request wouldn't be considered disrespectful, right?' With that in mind, Bogum approached Taehyung while carrying the drink he had just ordered.

Bogum said, "Sir, your drink," but received no reaction. Taehyung had his head resting on the desk. 'Did he doze off?'
 

"Your drink, sir." ___"Sir." He kept tapping Taehyung's shoulder slowly. "Mr. Kim"        

When Taehyung noticed his drink, he once more leaned against the table, closed his eyes, and said, "Thank you."

 
Taehyung was worn out both physically and mentally. He had been living a difficult life for a few days. He had never wanted that. And he doesn't have a solution for that. He could only go to the club every day, drink, and try to forget everything. To him, life was exceedingly harsh, or perhaps just one person.

After some hesitation, Bogum finally asked, "Sir, I notice you have been stressed for the past few days. Can I help you?"

Hear him out. Taehyung sat straight and responded, "Thanks for worrying for me, but unfortunately you can't help me," before taking a sip of his beverage.
 

Taehyung ended with a quiet, despondent "I wish you or someone could help me out" and continued drinking.

"But I'm sure you can get me a drink." He sadly laughed while displaying his empty glass before him.

 
Bogum offered him a dejected grin and wished he could assist him. People frequently vent their frustrations to the club's staff or bartenders while there to release tension. However, Kim Taehyung was unique among other people. He was outgoing and pleasant with everyone. Consequently, he desired to assist him. Sadly, he was unable to, so he left to go to work.

 
Taehyung removed his phone from his pocket to check the time or, more specifically, to view the most beautiful face of the person whose picture was on his lock screen, home screen, and heart as well.

As soon as Taehyung saw the lock screen, his eyes began to become watery.

 
He gave it a brief glance, but his heart needed more. He then unlocked the phone and peered at the home screen. As usual, his fingers opened the gallery on their own, and he immediately began to scroll through the images. He began shedding a few tears.

You brat, don't make a monkey face. Show me your beautiful smile.



"Doll, I'm warning you. There are people around. You're going to regret it if you keep playing this teasing game."



"stop showing your tantrums, doll. I didn't cheat."


"I've asked Namjoon Hyung to take pictures of us." - Taehyung

"but where is he?" -Jimin

"Aish..my doll, Just remain in this position. we're looking beautiful," -Taehyung

"YAAAA.. Look at me; I'm taking pictures of you." – Taehyung
 

"stfu bitch If you don't stop talking to me, I'll lose the game." - Jimin
 
 

"Baby, look, I'm taking a selfie right here." - Jimin
 


"I'm still unable to believe that you will be married in a few days."

"I hope you're content, doll; may the choice you made always bring you happiness." Taehyung murmured while gazing at pictures in an intoxicated state and tried to dry his tears, but it didn't work. They were changed out for new ones.

 
But since he had been doing this for the previous fifteen days, it was nothing new for him. going to the club, getting drunk, gazing at pictures of his doll while crying, and then returning home. He's been doing it every day for the past two weeks.

After sobbing for a bit, he paid the bill after finishing his last drink. and started to leave. Some young women and men approach him willingly in an effort to have a one-night stand with him. He disregarded them, though, and left. Given that he had experience with the situation, he was skilled at politely ignoring them. Except for Jimin, he never touched anyone in that way. He had been both his first and last.

 
When his phone rang, he nervously chewed his lip upon seeing the caller ID before cutting the call while whispering an apology.

dad 📲
 

Taehyung thought about what to do next and then dialled a number. "Hello, Hyung You're in your flat, right?"

"Yeah, but you don't sound good to me right now. Where have you been?" Yoongi inquired, his fear audible in his voice.

 
"Can I just come to your flat, please?" Taehyung asked cautiously.

"Why not? Yes. Simply making a second dinner was my plan. I was working at the time, so I overworked myself and used up all of my energy. Should I also prepare meals for you?" Yoongi inquired while setting some documents on the desk.

 
"Yes, I-I mean no. Don’t make dinner. I will bring our favourite food from our favourite restaurant."

"Ok, but weren't you in the club? Is the driver with you?" Yoongi let out a stern voice.

"No. I'm taking a cab because I didn't bring the car."
 

Yoongi sighed, "Aish, you careless piece. I'm hungry. You better arrive quickly and safely."

Laughing at his Hyung, Taehyung said. "Okay, yeah."

 
Taehyung ended the call and continued his journey towards where he could hail a cab. After a while, he called a cab. He gave him the apartment's address as he sat down inside.

After telling him to stop the cab, he went to his favourite restaurant and returned a short while later carrying some packets.

The cab pulled up next to an apartment. After paying the driver, he entered the apartment and, taking an elevator, pressed the number eight button.

As soon as the door opened, Yoongi embraced him tightly. It was warm and welcoming.

 

He simply remained still while he basked in the embrace. He couldn't give a hug in return as he was holding food packs.

"Let me at least lay these packets on the table and hug you properly."

"Ok, ok." Yoongi laughed at him and pulled away from him to head to the kitchen.

While Taehyung was being waited on, Yoongi placed the packets on the table and walked to the kitchen to collect some plates, bowls, and chopsticks before leaving again to get some water.

When Yoongi turned after setting the water on the table, he was taken aback by Taehyung's warm embrace. He hugged him back while stroking his hair.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm doing well." Taehyung mumbled in an inebriated tone.

Yoongi broke off the hug, sat down on the chair, and began opening the meal packs while warning the other person, "Go wash your hands and come quickly or else you'll regret it."

 
Taehyung was looking down and contemplating.

"Tae, what happened?" Looking at him, Yoongi asked

"I was considering talking to dad first," Taehyung said. "I ignored his call when he tried to reach me." He felt sorry.

"So, what are you contemplating? call him. He must be worried. It's 12 a.m." Yoongi gave advice.

"ok. You begin to eat. I'll join after talking to him."

Yoongi patiently waited for Taehyung while gazing at the food packets, and Taehyung retrieved his cellphone from his pocket and dialled his father's number.

 
He let out a nervous "H-Hello, dad."

 
"You brat, I've been calling you for the past few hours. Your mother and I were concerned. Be a little bit responsible._____How are you doing? Are you still in the club? and-" Mr. Kim reprimanded him, but not harshly.

Taehyung interrupted, 'D-dad', as he didn't want to hold his cellphone for hours while discovering what a terrible son he is.

He felt sorry for his parents as he thought back on his early years. They have always taken care of him and supported him. And here he is, worrying them and making them stressed in return.

"I'm sorry, Dad." He started crying out of the blue.
"You've been under stress because of me for the past few days.___ Dad, I'm so sorry." His eyes started to tear up. "I'm a truly horrible son. I don't deserve any of you." He wiped his face dry from the tears.

The whimpers of his sole son broke Mr. Kim’s heart.

 
Yoongi immediately stood up when he saw him crying and gave him a back hug. "Please, Taehyung, don't cry. We are all here to love you and to support you."

"Taehyung, sweetheart, don't think that way. I'm your father. I must be there for you when things are tough. It's my responsibility, and I also wanted it." Mrs. Kim and Mr. Kim both experienced watery eyes. "Tell me, baby, where are you now? I'll be there to pick you up."

The warm words from his father made Taehyung grin. "Did I tell you, Dad, that you are the world's greatest father?" His eyes were still oozing tears.

"Yaa, you kid, I still don't know where you are." Mr. Kim tried to appear stern.

"I'm at Yoongi Hyung's flat." Taehyung spoke while smiling at Yoongi, who reciprocated by smiling.

 
"Good. Let me speak with him." Knowing that his son was in a secure location helped Mr. Kim feel more at ease.

 
Taehyung answered, "okay," and gave the phone to Yoongi.

"Hey! Appa, he's doing fine." Yoongi reassured him. "Don't worry, I'll look after him."

"My son, thank you. What about you, then? Are you not busy? Is he bothering you? Shall I visualise him?" Mr. Kim inquired.

 
Yoongi was delighted to hear such warm comments from him. 'my son'

 
"No, no. Let him stay here tonight. I have no work."

 

"Fine. did you two eat dinner?"

 
"No. We only intended to eat. As usual, he brought all of our favourite foods." Yoongi said and looked down at his stomach. He was way too ravenous.

 
"Oh, I'm very sorry. I believe it's my fault that your dinner is getting cold. Go. Take good care of yourself and that brat's too." Mr. Kim stated

"Don't be concerned about him. I'll watch out for him." Yoongi said while grinning warmly at Taehyung.

"good. Now, get a good meal. Happy night."

"good night. Look after yourself and Eomma."

 
Taehyung had calmed himself down as Yoongi ended the call and sat down next to him.

The food packs were promptly opened by Yoongi, who then served Taehyung and himself and said, "Let's eat," to which Taehyung nodded, and they both started eating.



Yoongi went to wash the dishes after dinner as Taehyung was still inebriated. "Taehyung, go and sleep. I'll be there in a few minutes."

Taehyung stood up and walked over to the kitchen. "Hyung, I'm sorry.___ You're alone doing dishes." He apologised, looking down.

"When I was working on my new lyrics, didn't you wash the dishes and clean the living room the last time?" Yoongi brought it up. "Don't think that way, OK? Now go."

Taehyung looked up with a smile. "Ok. Come quickly; I need a cuddle." He then walked out of the kitchen and entered Yoongi's room.

 

*about Yoongi*

 
He is a producer as well as a musician, performer, and poet.

When he made the decision to pursue his interests and dreams, his parents did not support him. He was abandoned by his family. He worked a few part-time jobs while having trouble in the music business.

 
It has already been six years. He first encountered Taehyung after a year of leaving his family. The two then grew close.

Taehyung was the one who sparked their friendship. Yoongi was accustomed to being alone. His lack of conversational engagement was quickly replaced by Taehyung's compassionate and loving demeanour. They developed a brotherly love for one another.

Mr. and Mrs. Kim began to appreciate him as well. He was always treated in the same manner as Taehyung. They always supported him. They frequently join him at his award ceremonies, success parties, and record release events. Yoongi was also instructed to refer to them as "dad" and "mom," which he initially resisted but eventually accepted.

While Taehyung was accustomed to calling them "Dad" and "Mom," he affectionately referred to them as "Appa" and "Eomma."

He has now achieved success as a musician, lyricist, and producer after six years of struggle. Although his family didn't welcome him back, he didn't miss them as much as he once had. because of Taehyung and the Kim family's affection and respect for him.

He lived in a lavish flat and purchased a huge bed while keeping Taehyung in mind, as Taehyung occasionally returned to his flat following his day at work. It felt like a second home to him. Yoongi enjoyed his company as well.

After completing the dishes, he entered his bedroom. He soon grinned as he caught a glimpse of his bedroom.

Peacefully dozing, Taehyung was holding a sizable teddy bear that Yoongi had purchased for him, as he knew Taehyung was used to cuddling. In Kim Mansion, he has more than one Teddy, so Yoongi also purchased one.

Yoongi moved to the other side of the bed without disturbing him.

"I hope Jimin's doing well," Yoongi cared for Jimin and considered him a friend, but he was relieved by his split from Taehyung and hoped he wouldn't try to re-enter Taehyung's life. He was confident that he would not continue to stay silent about their relationship if Jimin entered Taehyung's life again.

Yoongi soon nods off as well.

"Doll," Taehyung murmured in his sleep.



to be continued.....

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