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2: 01 AM
With low eyes Taehyung watches as the sky turns a dark pit black, clear clouds suddenly swirl and form into grayish black, far in the horizon there's a tint of red decorating particular areas of the sky.
He clinks his ring against the glass filled with liquor in his hand before tilting his head to the side, watching the fascinating movements in the sky, it was only going to take a couple of minutes before the phenomena clashed and formed into one, he was impatient to see it unfold.
He slowly brings his glass of liquor to his lips as he blinks and turns to sneak a look over his shoulder.
Inside the suite Jimin sat on a couch opposite Jungkook in complete silence.
None of the men had spoke a single word to each other since they've stepped foot into the suite.
Taehyung knew Jimin was in no mood to talk to Jungkook but Jungkook was here, in this suite for a reason.
Jimin wasn't the type of man who let just anybody into his personal space.
Before Taehyung arrived in his life Jimin was always alone and as he grew older this habit of solitude grew with him.
Outside these walls Jimin might seem social and approachable but within these walls he was the same little boy who enjoyed the silence of the walls that surrounded him, the same little boy who felt like the walls were talking to him, closing up on him and never had he turned or ran from those voices or those thoughts, he accepted them.
Taehyung and you were the only people Jimin tolerated in his personal space because you've both seen him at his worst, you've seen him in his true nature and he had seen yours.
They couldn't trust Jungkook until he showed his true nature.
Taehyung slightly grimaced as his eyes land on the back of Jungkook's dark head.
He wasn't too sure what the man was thinking about, he had been quiet, eyes lowered, jaw locked as he rubbed the back of his neck from time to time.
Taehyung had a lot of questions to ask Jungkook but he was waiting for Jimin to react first, whatever Jimin did, he would follow.
He turns back to look up at the sky when he notices a quick red lightning bolt at the horizon. A sudden chill runs down his spine as the wind slightly picks up, shuffling his blond hair away from his forehead.
Taehyung silently shuts his eyes and winces when a familiar smell reaches his nostrils, his insides start to clench, and he feels sudden whiff of anger, he knew that smell, in fact, he loathed that smell.
