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The Human Error was the name of a scientific experiment started in 1995. Originally, the experiment's objective was to create a person who is filled with only the bad sides of human nature. There have been many case studies involving psychology, human behavior, etc., but this experiment, The Human Error, was started by a scientist named Dr. Lee Hyun Sang. Dr. Lee wanted to know what it would be like to see a model, a person, filled with only the bad sides of human nature. 

How did he decide to conduct this experiment? Well, there had been many trial and errors, but the ideal figure was to put a number of people into a negative environment for a sum of their lives. During this period of time, observations and more observations would be made, and data would be retrieved from these so called "models" or puppets. The puppets who would be put into a planned and controlled environment would only experience the most challenging and brutal lifestyles of a human being. 

The trials are dangerous, long, and fatiguing. To conduct an experiment like this, one would need to be able to stomach all the depressing outcomes of each trial. The puppets are put into situations in which they think is real life, when in reality, everything is conducted to an advanced extent. Most of the time, the results come out to be a total failure.

Scientists have seen many puppets fall apart during the experiments, which often times leads to death. Yes, the puppets do kill themselves because they don't know how else to deal with a rather harsh lifestyle within the "arena". For example, one of the experiments, experiment #46 in 2004, a male had gone through a tough time with labor and fell short with paying rent for him and his sister's rent. Of course, not knowing what else to do about the situation, being that he was only 11 at the time, the young male had decided that he no longer needed life anymore. He let himself go, forgetting about his poor sister who was murdered for not being able to pay rent.

Or, another experiment in 2006, experiment #89, three puppets were living together as roommates, still going to high school. They were a trio of sophomores who had jobs to pay the rent. Model #250 was one of the friends who decided to not work in order to go play with drugs and sex. The two other puppets, Model #251 and Model #252, were burdened with more responsibilities. 

During this trial, 251 and 252 had to make an important decision: let 250 bring them down or not. Eventually, 250 was murdered brutally in an alley after getting into an argument with his other two friends, the workers. Each puppet is moved from experiment to experiment. Whoever makes it through one experiment can move onto the next and everything just goes up from there.

All puppets are taken into Dr. Lee's experiment from the young age of 5, including both male and female models. As the children progress from each trial to another, some may fail, some may succeed, but the trials get harder and harder as the children grow older. 

Since 1995, various amounts of puppets were admitted into The Human Error experiment. The environment that these puppets are placed in is real life itself, but there are many factors that cause the puppets' lives to be rather difficult. For example, the people they meet and the place in which they grew up in. These factors/variables are specifically spawned to prevent any change in a puppet's life.

The models of THE(The Human Error) trials are monitored daily by multiple scientists participating in this experiment. On other days, the experiments are short, some are long, and some don't even happen because a puppet gives up. Despite all of these challenges and "waste" of life, there are a few models who have survived for a long time and still survive to this day. 

However, the events that take place in a puppet's life are designed to negatively impact the model his/herself, creating a human with all the bad sides of human nature. The moment a model sees life as something good, would be the moment where an assassin is placed into the model's life, unless the model is at the human error stage.

Not everyone makes it through a trial. In fact, at any given moment, a puppet can decide that they don't want to deal with their problems anymore. Even if this all seems quite absurd and useless, there is a purpose for THE: to find all the bad that comes with being human. If humanity finds the answer, then there are more ways to help restructure our world that we live in today––one human at a time.

But, what happens when there has been a perfectly molded human error? (Human errors are the models that have passed through all trials given to them until the next; they are the most advanced models of bad human nature, basically.) If there happens to ever be a human error, the model will live a life without planned factors; however, there is a catch: the model itself can either recover from bad humanity to a balanced lifestyle or stay as a human error. If the model cannot recover quickly enough, then being a negative influence on society, the model must be put down. 

If a puppet makes it to the final stage, "free living," that would be the end of THE. After the final stage is completed, there would be many case studies and reports written about Dr. Lee's THE; that would be the moment where everyone would celebrate the end of blood, sweat, and tears. 

There is only one model that is currently at the final stage, though.

It is Model #148. Its name? Jeon Jungkook. 


"Taehyung-ah, will you be alright with holding camp for the night?" Jimin asked the brunette with a concerned tone. 

"Yeah, I'll be fine! I'll just sort these photos until you come back tomorrow. Have a good night Jimin," Taehyung waved in a small motion.

"Alright, be safe... we both know that this part of town is a bit dangerous," Jimin gave Taehyung an unsure look; his lips scrunching up into the corner of his mouth.

"Jimin, I've been living here for 4 years and nothing bad has happened yet. Trust me, I'll be fine— always am, always will be," Taehyung shooed Jimin out of his apartment. He was getting tired of the slightly older man's nagging.

"Well, I'll call you tomorrow and collect the photos, sounds good? Be safe, Taehyung."

"Will do."

With that, Taehyung had closed his apartment door. He padded over to his desk full of messy piles of paper, photos, and a computer beneath it all. Kim Taehyung was a professional photographer and his partner was Park Jimin. He made good money from his work and lived in an one bedroom apartment, located in a building full of problems. For some reason, despite Taehyung's success in photography, he wanted to live in one the shitiest living conditions that the world had to offer. 

Every night, there would be screaming out on the streets, his neighbors fucking in the middle of the night, the sound of glass bottles shattering against the side of the curb. Yet, he continued to live where he was and there could be no objections, except for Jimin's, of course.

The brunette stared tiredly at the pile of photos that he had yet to look through and sort. He ignored the sounds of women laughing wickedly on the streets or the sounds of a man screaming for help, while he was getting beaten—Taehyung was used to all of this. He sighed in discontentment, wondering how the hell he was going to select the good shots from the bad shots without getting nagged on by Jimin. 

"Where's my notepad?" he shifted in his seat, looking around his chair. "Ah, there it is," he grabbed the paint-splattered notebook from under his chair, clicking the end of his pen to write something down. "This photo is too blurry... maybe Jimin won't care for it much," the brunette shrugged, placing the photo in the trash pile.

There was a sudden sound of a car swerving roughly across the asphalt in the distance and then a mere crash. Taehyung turned his head to the balcony of his apartment, furrowing his eyebrows. The sound of a car horn went off, but after that, everything went silent. He stared skeptically at the night sky, debating whether he should go check it out or not. Instead, he opted not to. Maybe I should close the balcony door, though... he pursed his lips and shrugged his shoulders. Work was more important.

 

Taehyung yawned in content, realizing that his work was done. It read 2:37 am on the clock, but he couldn't care less. As long as Jimin wouldn't nag him about living in a dangerous area (which was inevitable) and how he couldn't finish a project, Taehyung felt satisfied. The only weird thing was that the roads were awfully silent. Eh, maybe they all decided to go to sleep for once. He walked over to his balcony, smelling the musty smoke-tainted air before closing the sliding door and turning off the lights in the living room. The brunette then made his way over to his bedroom, turning off the lamp on his bedside table with hesitance. He crawled onto his bed, wrapping the warm comforter around his body before hugging a pillow between his legs. 

Taehyung had a fetish for pillows. He had a total of 9 pillows on his bed and about 4 more in his spare closet. The only way to get over being in such a scary environment was to create a barricade between the world and himself. Every night, Taehyung would place his pillows around him in a rectangular shape to keep out the evil in this world. He would then hug one pillow in his arms and the other between his legs. His philosophy? To stay in the middle because if one is in the middle, they can't be picked off from the sides. 

Taehyung tossed and turned in his bed, trying to find the right sleeping position. He could have sworn that there was a noise at the front door, but couldn't really tell. Due to the lack of information (more like confrontation), he assumed that it was just his mind playing tricks on him and opted to go to bed. A few seconds later, a definite sound was heard. Taehyung stayed frozen in his bed, listening for the intruder's movements. Silently, the brunette got up from his bed, grabbing a vase that sat peacefully on top of a drawer. 

The shaking 20-year-old opened his bedroom door, walking quietly down the short hallway, only to be pushed roughly against the wall. Out of shock, Taehyung dropped the vase and stood abashed. His mouth was being covered by the intruder's hand, as he was pushed up against the wall. The intruder's body pushed against his own in a forcing manner. A knife had been held against his throat as Taehyung took deep breaths, trying his best not to fall apart. 

"Don't scream or I'll kill you right here," the voice threatened in a deathly, yet hushed tone. 

Due to the knife being right on his throat, Taehyung couldn't respond. The intruder pressed Taehyung against the wall even more while repeating himself. Taehyung could only nod in surrender as the intruder released his hold on him. Slowly, the intruder backed away from him, dropping the knife on the ground before holding his lower torso. 

Even if it was dark, Taehyung could still see a part of the intruder's features and actions. He saw how the intruder had soft, milky-white skin, and jet-black hair. The uninvited guest was panting while wincing–– this much Taehyung could tell. 

"You're hurt."

"Shut up."

"Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?" Taehyung took a step forward placing a gentle hand on the man's own hand. The intruder hissed before he pushed Taehyung away. 

"I told you to shut up and stay away."

The brunette looked to his hand and felt a liquid-like substance on his fingers, as his eyes adjusted to the dark setting. He focused in on the thick liquid before realizing that this was no simple injury. "B-bl-blood?"

"Why won't you fucking listen?! Just shut up and mind your own business before I kill you right here, right now."

"Have you been stabbed or what?" Taehyung blindly searched the wall behind him with his hands, turning on the light switch; he wanted to confirm his assumptions. From there, everything became clear: the blood on the floor, on the intruder's clothes and hands, and the wrecked image that the intruder had. The funny thing was that Taehyung wasn't even scared anymore. He took a look at the intruder and the living shit out of him had been coated with admiration. 

The man before him was hot. Like, fucking hot. The jet-black hair, milky-white skin, dark-brown almond eyes, a strong, tall nose, a well-built body, and most of all, how the intruder didn't even make a fuss about his injuries. No, Taehyung. This isn't the time to be fawning over this guy's looks... maybe later, he reminded himself and stared at the intruder who was now looking up. Oh God, but those plump, pink lips. 

"We need to take you to the hospital," Taehyung urged while taking a step forward.

"Keep away before I fuck you up," the man warned and took a deep, exasperated sigh, "I don't need a hospital."

"Are you kidding me? Look at your wounds! At this rate, you'll die of blood-loss!" 

"I'm just-I'll just..." the man trailed off, shaking his head roughly to try and regain his vision, "I'll just wait here so don't fucking try to t-tell me what to do."

Taehyung noticed how the intruder's eyelids were slowly drooping and how he was losing his balance. Damn, it'd be so unfortunate to lose a fine piece of ass like you... Taehyung tried his best to kick his perverted thoughts out, especially in this life or death situation. Within seconds, the two men were on the floor, Taehyung holding onto the intruder's body for dear life. "Hey! Wake up! Person! Wake up, you can't die like this!" The intruder's blood-stained hands fell limply to his side.

 

His eyes paneled around the room. And, with each blink of an eye, his vision cleared. He was looking up at a ceiling before looking to the right side of him. Where am I? What's going on? What the fuck? The hospitalized male questioned his current situation, before staring at the guest beside him with wide eyes. 

"You're awake?" the laid-back man beside him asked in something that sounded like desperation and relief. Overall, he was kind. Kindness... it's been a while since there has ever been such thing as kindness in my life.

"Where the fuck am I?"

"You're in a hospital. Do you remember why?"

He went silent, trying his best to recollect his memories. Blood. The faggot beside him. Crashing. Knives. Oh, he remembered exactly why he was in the hospital. He looked quickly to his stomach, lifting the gown up slightly before being greeted by blood-stained bandages. 

"How are you feeling? Can I get you anything?"

"Why did you admit me to the hospital? Do you realize what you've fucking done? I told you not to do that! I should kill you right now!" he popped up into a sitting position, quickly falling back into his mattress. He winced in pain of his wound before closing his eyes deeply. "You're asking for a death wish, aren't you?"

"No, I just wanted to help someone who needed help," the latter shrugged. "I mean, it's partially your fault for getting stabbed."

"I'll fucking kill you."

"Get better first; I don't want to pay another medical bill, kid."

"You think that this is some fucking joke?"

"No, I'm just being realistic." 

"Someone put this piece of shit to sleep."

"That wasn't a part of my living will, though."

The raven grit his teeth before roughly turning to lay down on his side. He griped from the sudden aggression as he slowly relaxed his body to reduce the pain. The supposedly older male chuckled in the back before taking a look at his phone. Taehyung unlocked his passcode and tapped on the message icon, checking for the new message that Jimin sent. 

 

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOUR APARTMENT? IT'S ALL BLOODY! I COME IN THE MORNING TO FIND BLOOD DECORATED ALL OVER YOUR ENTIRE DOORWAY! KIM TAEHYUNG YOU ANSWER ME RIGHT NOW!

Taehyung rolled his eyes and replied. 

I don't want to talk about it... I'm perfectly fine tho. Dont ask me anymore Jimin-ah. Hm?

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?

Language... Jimin, i'm asking you nicely. 

But

No

Fuck you Taehyung. if something did happen to you I would just laugh.

We both know that you don't mean that.

Okay... maybe not?

Yeah of course not.

Ugh you will be responsible for my medical bills when I get a stroke you mother fucker.

Will do. Gotta go! I'll get back to you later!

Bye :/ 

 

Taehyung locked his phone before sticking it in his back pocket. He leaned forward and peeked over the raven's shoulder. Great, he's sleeping. By now, Taehyung's stomach was growling; it was nearly 9 am, and he spent the whole morning watching over this mysterious beauty who threatened to kill him. 

What should I eat? There was a little cafe at the bottom of the hospital that sold food and drinks. Maybe that should do, Taehyung shrugged. But I don't want to eat a sandwich... fuck it.

When Taehyung was done ordering his food, he carried it up to the room in which the raven was stationed in. Taehyung was somewhat relieved that the other male hadn't ran away while he was gone. Those drugs still have a few more days on him, I guess.

Taehyung quietly ate his food and decided that it was time to watch some tv. He grabbed the remote that was resting on top of a small drawer and pressed the power button. Currently, the news was on. Taehyung had no objections to it. While he munched on his turkey sandwich, the other male slept like a baby. A sudden snore interrupted Taehyung's meal as the brunette rolled his eyes and shook his head. This kid snores? Damn. 

 

The brunette decided that it was time to bring some of his necessities to the hospital so that he wouldn't have to make extra trips from the hospital and back home.

"Can you make sure to check on the patient in room number 307? I'll be back after I collect a few things at home," Taehyung asked while leaning against the directory's counter.

"Sure, name please?" the nurse asked.

"Kim Taehyung."

"Alright Kim Taehyung-ssi, we'll be sure to aid room number 307."

"Thanks."

And so, the brunette pushed himself off the counter. On the way home, he blasted Girls Day's Darling through the speakers of his car. Even worse: he sung along to it with the windows open.

Taehyung only needed to bring some clothing, a toothbrush, a phone charger, laptop, and some paperwork for his work. After all, who knows how long the 20 year-old would be staying at the hospital? 

 

Apparently, Taehyung wouldn't even need to stay at the hospital any longer than today. The reason why? Because, the moment Taehyung stepped into room number 307, the raven was gone. Yes, legitimately gone. The ruffled hospital sheets were still visible, and the hospital gown was placed messily on the bed. 

"Shit!" Taehyung stomped his right foot on the ground before zipping around to find the nurse in charge of room number 307. "Where the fuck is he? You said you would watch him!" the brunette shouted loudly, loud enough to the point where other strangers stopped to take a look at the scene.

"What do you mean? The patient is still in there..."

"Why don't you go look for yourself? Is there a patient in that room?"

The nurse walked out from behind the counter and into room number 307. Immediately, she apologized a trillion times to the fuming Kim Taehyung. 

"I would demand you to be fired right now, but I've got a brat to catch."

With that, Taehyung started running down the halls. After hopping into his car, he sped along the roads of Seoul, trying to find any boy who looked familiar to him. Seoul was a big city. How could he possibly catch that brat?

 

The old psychologist rubbed his chin and spun around once in his swivel chair. Most of the workers in THE were busy fulfilling their duties as part of the staff, but some were watching the big screen. They watched model #148 run through the streets, holding his lower torso with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. Dr. Lee prayed for the success of THE because this was the first Human Error in all of THE's existence. Let him be helped.


Taehyung swerved aggressively into his parking slot before turning the engine off. His hands gripped onto the steering wheel, letting out a defeated shout. His head hit steering wheel once with a frustrated sigh, before laying his head against the textured padding of the steering wheel. He was beat. After a few seconds of collecting his thoughts and composing himself, he opened his car door, pressing the lock button on his car keys before the sound of a beep bounced off the walls of the garage. 

Taehyung had been searching for two weeks. For two long fucking weeks, he had looked all over Seoul, asking multiple faces if they had seen a certain raven that had been described accordingly by Taehyung himself (which wasn't very descriptive, being that Taehyung was never really good with words). The man with fairly visible eye bags had walked into the elevator. The elevator was fairly run-down and needed a new carpet replacement, but the landlord could really care less. Well, fuck the landlordTaehyung ignored the unpleasant sounds coming from upstairs, as he walked down the long, dark corridor.

He stopped a few feet away from his door. From what he had least expected, there he was again— the same brat that ran away from the hospital; the same kid who trespassed into his apartment; the same kid who threatened to kill him; the same kid who looked so desperate for help, yet, he never asked for any. 

"What the fuck?" Taehyung's face spelt pure frustration. His mouth parted, while his eyes narrowed.

The probably half-dead individual that was sitting against Taehyung's door with his head hung down, looked up to face the brunette. From what Taehyung could tell, he probably got into another accident again. 

"After two weeks, I come back to get clean underwear and I find you here. Unbelievable."

"Quit your nagging, you faggot. Help me up," the so called "brat"—stated by Taehyung— finally spoke.

"Hm. You know, when you told me that you'd come back to murder me, I'd at least expect you to be... well... a little more... Also, I thought you didn't need any help."

"Shut the fuck up already, you talk too much."

"Well before you come and kill me, I've got to at least make the most of my life, right?"

The raven boy snarled and attempted to stand. Taehyung, being the gentle being he was, stepped forward and placed a tender arm around the raven's upper torso. While Taehyung was opening the door, shouts were heard at the end of the hall. There came a small group of men walking in their direction. 

The moment Taehyung had unlocked the door, the injured adolescent pushed through and out of Taehyung's grasp, tumbling down onto the floor. He kicked the door shut behind Taehyung when he had walked into his apartment.

Taehyung questioned the latter, "you know those guys?" 

"Just shut up and mind your own business will you?"

"Oh, so you don't mind me calling them over, do you?" Taehyung jabbed a thumb towards the door behind him.

"Wait! No! Don't do that!" the seemingly younger male waved his hands in desperation.

"Talk." 

"Alright... my fucking God. Well, I stole a car from them and let's just say that they're not too happy about that..."

"You were that crash I heard, weren't you?" he was solving a jigsaw puzzle. "On that night you basically broke into my house, you were that crash."

"Does it matter?"

"I can still go call them over if you're still willing to give me attitude."

"Don't fucking lecture me, Socrates."

"Whatever, you little brat." 

 

"So, you going to tell me your name or what?" Taehyung dabbed an alcohol swab on the injured boy's cuts.

"Wasn't planning to-" the ravenette looked at his temporary caretaker's expression and stopped, "it's Jungkook."

"Jungkook what?"

"Jeon Jungkook."

Taehyung didn't think it'd be so easy to get it out of the kid named Jungkook. In fact, he believed that the younger still had some fire left in him.

"Oh, nice to officially meet you, Jungkook. I'm Kim Taehyung."

Jungkook just stared off to the side, not even wincing while Taehyung was treating his injuries. He had a sad look in his eyes.

The fire was subsiding.

"I see that your wound got better... how'd you manage to take care of it?" 

"Don't know."

"Don't tell me that you just left it like that from the hospital during all this time?"

"No, I got it cleaned and fixed up by a veterinarian."

"What?"

"I stuck a fucking gun to her head and made her treat me, you dumb shit."

"Oh, I'm sorry... I'm not familiar with that kind of society."

Indeed Taehyung wasn't, but Jungkook definitely was. Here was Jeon Jungkook, sitting on this stranger's bathroom counter, getting his injures treated. When Jungkook was a child, he could only remember the life-like-hell, that he had to live through for the past 13 years of his life. He had been raised by an aunty of some sort who had an alcohol addiction problem. That aunty also had two boys who were living the gangster life of South Korea. Jungkook, trying his best to survive in this big, cold, and remorseless world, had only seen the bitterness that society had to offer. 

There was no kindness given, nor kindness shared between him and everyone else. His aunty had constantly beat him with anything she had in her hand. Her lack of control was due to her alcoholism and drug addiction. His older cousins always picked on him as scraps of meat; a vulture's meal. They had always brought home the wrong people, constantly attempting to influence a resistant Jeon Jungkook. In order to eat on a daily basis, Jungkook resorted to stealing. To pay daily living expenses, Jungkook had to deal drugs to those who were willing to get high; to not get evicted, Jungkook had to use his body to get away with another month at stake by entertaining the landlord's son.

There really was no end to this poor boy's soul— that was until one day. On that one day where everything had finally combusted, Jungkook decorated his hellhole with red. And, he did it with a burning passion. After that day, Jungkook was free to go and free to live as he pleased, but did he manage turn things around for himself? Only in the worst way. 

And now, here Jeon Jungkook was staring at Taehyung's focused manner, wondering why he was receiving help. Why? Of all the times in his life, he was receiving help at this hour; at this minute; at this second.

"How old are you?" Taehyung's finger grazing over the scabbed cut on Jungkook's torso. He looked up to meet Jungkook's eyes.

"18."

"20. Hah! You need to call me hyung now."

"No."

"Oh, but you must. Actually, you don't really have a choice; I'm holding you hostage here."

Jungkook snorted and glared at Taehyung, using a hand to pull the latter closer by his shirt collar. "You may regret that, you know."

"You know, I've made a lot of mistakes in my life. This is definitely not one of them."

"What if I attempt to kill you?"

"You won't, but if you do, I'd rather have you straight up come at me, rather than spontaneously showing up one day with gun in hand."

"How do you know that I won't kill you?"

"Because..." Taehyung trailed off, leaning in closer to whisper something soothing in Jungkook's ear, "you aren't that kind of person."

The younger male shivered in response to the proximity, pushing the elder away with a bit of force. 

"Fuck off."

"I'll do that after I get into your pants, don't worry."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Everything."

 

A couple of hours had settled in. Taehyung did keep Jungkook hostage. Of course, the younger male had attempted to strangle the brunette, but surely no was harm done. Right now, Taehyung was making a meal for the two, singing to one of his favorite Girls Day songs. 

"Can you shut up?"

"Do you want food?"

"Fuck this life."

After another boring set of 30 minutes, Taehyung had announced that it was dinner time. 

"Be careful; the soup is hot," Taehyung cautioned, blowing the steam away, as he set Jungkook's bowl down onto the table. The elder between the two began shredding kimchi with his hands, placing pieces gently on Jungkook's rice. "Eat a lot, okay?"

"Whatever."

If Jungkook had to be honest, he would have to say that it was his first time ever having someone feed him or touch his food. Usually, if someone touched his food, he would have pinned their hand down to the table with a knife. But, this time, nobody was trying to take his food away; someone was trying to give him food. 

"How do you like it?"

"It's okay."

"You really looked like you needed a home-cooked meal. Sorry if I failed your taste buds," Taehyung smiled brightly, taking a bite of his own rice and a slurp of his own masterpiece.

"Will you just shut up and eat, already?"

"Okay!"

 

"Jungkook, if you need anything just let me know. I'll be down the hall, alright?" Taehyung hospitably patted down his 4 spare pillows and a comforter for the younger to sleep with. Unfortunately, all Taehyung had to offer was his couch—at least it was a soft and cushy one. 

"Will you just fucking leave me alone now?" the younger adolescent threw his arms up in the air in irritation. "I swear to God, you're a fucking pain in the ass."

Taehyung paused for a moment and shrugged. "At least, I have a nice ass."

 

Taehyung laid down in his bed, facing the window, his back to the door. He closed his eyes.

"If you are going to do it, just get it over with," Taehyung spoke in a hushed tone. He turned his body around to face the person behind him, sitting up while keeping caution, due to the knife in Jungkook's hand. 

Jungkook was seething. He was gritting his teeth, the knife handled all too familiarity in his hand. He sat on the bed's edge. His mind going blank when someone wrapped their arms around him.

"What the fuck?" Jungkook tried to pry himself out of Taehyung's arms.

"You really looked liked you needed a hug. To be honest, it would be a shame if we lost someone so attractive to this world."

"Let me go!" Jungkook tried wriggling himself out of Taehyung's embrace, but failed to when the tears started pouring. "Let me go... please." 

"It's okay to cry, Kookie." 

Kookie.  Jungkook remembered. Someone close to him used to call him Kookie... but who?

"You don't know me; you don't know what I am capable of doing."

"I'm right here."

Those last few words brought Jungkook to a sobbing state. He had dropped his knife onto the wooden floor, bawling in this kind stranger's arms, in Taehyung's arms. There were so many questions running through his head, and yet there were no answers. 

This paradigm shift was frying Jungkook's mental capacity, like oil on a pan. But, for some reason, Jungkook craved more— more of this kindness that he was receiving. No. Don't fall for this trap, you will only carry a heavier burden when you find out that this was all just a play. Yeah, that's right, Jeon Jungkook, run away.

In that moment of tears and despondency, Jungkook ran away, like he always did. He had broken out of Taehyung's warm and welcoming embrace, falling onto the couch in the living room. Tears slipped down from his eyes, as he thought endlessly, until he fell asleep. And, while he slept, Taehyung watched him with a sigh, realizing that this was going to take some work. 


Ever since that night, things between Jungkook and Taehyung had been quiet. Although, Taehyung being his normal self, still wasn't enough to get the younger's shell to crack open. Jungkook had isolated himself for the most part. Taehyung didn't know why, but he didn't want to pry either. He figured that Jungkook needed the time to reconstruct himself and sort a few things out that haven't quite breached the surface yet—this, Taehyung was willing to wait for.

Despite his plan for patience, he was dying to have a conversation that didn't involve any argumentation or threats. No, Taehyung was way past the "I will kill you if you touch me" phase. He didn't want to drive down that lane again, one mistake made, one lesson learned. At least, Jungkook wasn't being as hostile as he was before; however, a silent Kook wasn't always a pleasant Kook. 

A few months had advanced and every morning, there was a routine between Jungkook and Taehyung. In the morning, Taehyung would wake up first and cook breakfast, while Jungkook would wake up right before breakfast was served. In the afternoon, Taehyung would make lunch, but he'd be eating alone because the younger would usually fall asleep. Then, Taehyung would go to his desk and do some work, while Jungkook sat on the couch for the rest day. In the evening, Taehyung would make supper and every night there would be no discussion, just the soft clattering of eating utensils against plates. When dinner's over, only sleep can partake in the uneventful life of Kim Taehyung. (Taehyung believes that Jungkook is living inside his head, and the younger only comes out to eat dinner so that he can continue living inside his head.)

On one particular morning, Taehyung decided that enough was enough. 

"Okay, Jungkook. You really need to get your ass out of your head, okay? It's blocking your view of life."

The younger looked up at the brunette, rolling his eyes in annoyance. 

"You little shit. Get up now. We're going out."

"No, fuck you."

"Excuse me? Look, you little whore," Taehyung pointed a finger at the younger, "you are following me or I will personally chop you up with a blender."

"Good luck with that."

"Fuck you bitch, get up," the younger remained in his position and Taehyung could feel the heat coming. "Jeon Jiggly-Jam Jungkook, get your ass up right now or I will start crying."

The raven looked up immediately, but his eyes panned down soon after. 

"It's going to start raining soon, I suggest you rise."

Jungkook stayed motionless. 

"You will be drowning in something bigger than our world's oceans, alright?"

Still nothing.

"Okay, I guess you're okay with that; here it comes!"

"Just shut up, will you? I'm getting up! Up!" Jungkook rose to his feet, groaning when he felt a man-child pull down on his arm.

"Let's go have some fun today, don't you agree?"

"Where are we even going?"

"Don't know!"

 

"Are you kidding me? A mall?" Jungkook rolled his eyes and ripped Taehyung off of his arm. 

Apparently, Taehyung's definition of fun was to go to a mall and terrorize every store within his line of vision. Taehyung had a thing for causing trouble in a playful way... if that makes any sense. 

"What? Is there something wrong with that?" Taehyung tilted his head, knowing that he had won. 

"What are we even doing here?"

"Going to have fun."

How-" Jungkook was cut-off by Taehyung's pulling, as they ran into a random store.

Taehyung walked in coolly, bowing his head to one of the security guards with Jungkook following closely behind. 

Taehyung and Jungkook had walked into a women's lingerie store. For some reason, while Jungkook found this extremely ridiculous, Taehyung found it incredibly funny.

When the security guard had walked away from the area, Taehyung immediately reached for a bra. 

"These things are too pink, don't you think?" Taehyung pulled on the straps of the bra and flung it over in Jungkook's direction. 

With fast reflexes, Jungkook slapped the bra away. "Stop playing around."

"Oh, look! There's a mannequin over there!" 

"Oh my God."

"Let's dress this thing up," Taehyung suggested, resting his hands on his hips. He took a moment to think about the next step and finally said, "take off its clothes."

Jungkook remained where he was and Taehyung just snorted. 

"Fine. Be a bitch." 

With this, the raven just snickered away, leaving Taehyung to do the dirty work. Taehyung rearranged the underwear and bra, switching the colors out for something a little more extravagant. To place a bra over the mannequin's eyes, he climbed onto the wooden stand, kicking the folded pile of merchandise on top of the table. Bitch, ain't nothing going to get in my way, especially not girl shit. 

Jungkook bit his lip, trying his best not to laugh. "Put a panty on her head," the younger suggested. 

"Should I?"

Jungkook nodded. In the corner of his eyes, he saw a familiar figure walking in their direction with a suit on. Shit... time to go.

"Tae, we gotta go soon," Jungkook warned, his eyes darting back towards the security guard. "Correction: we need to leave now."

"Wait! Almost done-"

"What are you two doing?" the guard came stomping over to the two males.

"Whoops! Time to go!" Taehyung giggled, hopping off of the stand before admiring his work.

Jungkook pulled Taehyung's arm and hurtled around the displays of lingerie as the guard began to shout for them to come back. Taehyung, being the brave soldier he was, had knocked over a whole mannequin and threw clothes at the guard. 

"Shit, more of them are coming," Jungkook looked behind him and cursed when he saw the mess in the store. 

"This way, Kook-ah!" Taehyung grabbed Jungkook's hand and pushed through a line of shoppers (that screamed in surprise) before bolting out of the door. He looked over his shoulder and saw 6 guards chasing after the two. The brunette laughed in excitement. "Here they come!" he sing-songed.

"Up the stairs, Tae!" Jungkook pointed over to the stairs to the left of their direction. Jungkook broke out into a laugh when one of the guards tripped and fell on top of a shopper. "Faster, faster, faster!" the raven urged while they made their way up to the second floor of the mall. 

Taehyung hadn't let go of Jungkook's hand, but neither of them seemed to notice. The two runners had ran into a family, knocking their goods out of their hands. Quick apologies were made, as they continued running. 

"Get back here!" one of the guards barked. 

"Restaurant," Taehyung alerted. The two had pushed past the matradee area, hopping over and around tables. Jungkook ran around the tables, while Taehyung ran on top of them. He thought it'd be cooler like that so why the fuck not? 

"Whoops! Sorry! Excuse me! Pardon my feet! You look lovely today, ma'am. Coming through!" Taehyung exclaimed each time he stepped on an occupied table. Jungkook, on the other hand didn't say anything at all. He even knocked over a waiter; however, comparing that to getting arrested, Jungkook selected the first option. 

"Taehyung!" Jungkook shouted between their distance, "the stairs!"

"I got you, Kookie!"

And so, while the guards continued to chase them, the runners stood against a wall, panting heavily from the rather harsh workout. 

"Wow," Taehyung laughed, beads of sweat rolling down the side of his face. 

"I know," Jungkook chuckled lightly before turning to face the elder. 

The two looked at each other and broke into fits of laughter. Taehyung appreciated the way Jungkook's eyes curved into crescents and how they crinkled at the ends; how his mouth opened when he laughed; how his cheeks would burn red from the heat. Taehyung loved it all.
"Didn't I tell you? It'd be fun!" the brunette shook away his previous thoughts, hoping to keep this side of Jungkook the way it was.

"Yeah, it was really fun."

"You should smile a lot more."

Jungkook looked into Taehyung's eyes and then looked at their hands. Silence had taken over the moment. It was warm—a bit sweaty—but warm. Jungkook liked it; he liked it a lot.

Quickly, the younger snatched his hand back, as if touching Taehyung was like eating a forbidden fruit. He felt the ends of his fingers go numb, but that didn't matter. The brunette— the patient being he was— had understood and managed to hide the disappointment in his eyes. 

"Well, you hungry? Because I'm starving. What are you up for?"

"Anything." Just take care of me.

 


Several weeks had passed by and life couldn't be anymore interesting than it already was for Taehyung. He had lived by himself for 4 years already, leaving his aunt's house as soon as he could. His parents died when he was 11. When he lived with his aunt, he always lived for the day where he wouldn't be a to burden her. Now, here he was in a crappy apartment, cooking breakfast for the newest addition to Kim Taehyung's apartment.

Jungkook woke up to a familiar aroma. His ears perked up when he heard the sound of the news lady on the television. Oh, I'm still here.

"Are you up?" Taehyung called from the kitchen.

Jungkook rubbed his eyes sleepily, transitioning to a sitting position. He looked over to the kitchen area, wondering what was on the menu today. After the first few weeks, Taehyung would say that Jungkook had surely stopped being as hostile towards Taehyung—this was a giant step for mankind.

The languorous teenager stood up, stretching his arms over his head. He walked over to the kitchen, seating himself on the kitchen counter. His eyes followed Taehyung's figure. He looked over the elder's shoulder to see what he was cooking, but couldn't quite make out the dish.

"Don't I look good today?"

"What?"

"I think that I look good too. Please, be my guest, you can stare all you like—I'd still be flattered." 

"What are you talking about?"

Taehyung stopped chopping the yellow onions, placing the knife down on the cutting board. He sighed and turned his body around to face Jungkook. The brunette leaned back against the kitchen counter, crossing his arms while giving Jungkook a smirk. 

"You know what I'm talking about."

"No, actually, I don't," Jungkook defended, fixing his posture. 

Thump.

Taehyung walked towards the younger.

Thump.

Taehyung placed his hands on counter, caging Jungkook between them. Jungkook gulped. 

"You don't need to feel embarrassed, Jungkook."

"You're disgusting; get away from me."

"Would you really want me to go away?" 

From the lack of response, Taehyung placed a warm, tender hand on the younger's cheek. He rubbed the pale, white cheek softly with his thumb, overlooking the small scars on the raven's face.

"I wouldn't want to go away."

Jungkook leaned down, his face millimeters from the older male's lips. 

"You don't know what you're doing."

"But I want to find out. Won't you let me?"

Taehyung tilted his head up, pressing his lips onto Jungkook's soft, pink ones. He pecked the younger's lips sensually before consuming him. The brunette placed his other hand on Jungkook's cheek, deepening the kiss. The younger male ran a hand through Taehyung's hair, groaning softly when the elder swept a sweet tongue against his bottom lip. Jungkook, for once, allowed someone to brutalize his lips; to brutalize himself. When Taehyung moaned softly, Jungkook's senses and walls had crumbled. 

So, the younger did what his heart wanted to do: he allowed himself to breathe. Sure, this might have been temporary, but he didn't care anymore. As long as he could live as a human being—to be the kid he used to be—this was alright. Jungkook was always so used to hurting and having no one to protect him. Maybe now, he can indulge in his desires.

Taehyung pulled Jungkook down from the counter, pressing his body against younger's. He implanted butterfly kisses to the latter's jaw line before returning to his sweet lips. Taehyung had moved his hands down to the raven's hips, mapping the lower region of the younger's torso. When Taehyung had moved down to Jungkook's neck, he placed a pleasuring kiss to his weak spot. The elder nibbled on the same spot, earning a quiet-airy moan from Jungkook's throat. While Taehyung's tongue swirled around that same area, Jungkook played with the fluffy clumps of the elder's hair.

It was like the Earth had stopped spinning on its axis, until Taehyung remembered that he was still cooking. 

"Shit!" Taehyung jumped from the younger's arms, rushing to the stove. He turned the fire down before stirring the soup moderately. When all was in the clear, Taehyung placed the wooden spoon down on the cutting board. He faced Jungkook and smiled brightly. Jungkook—for the first time—returned the smile while rubbing his neck. 

"I-" the sheepish raven started.

"I enjoyed that. A lot," Taehyung finished. 

"Yeah..." Jungkook looked down to the ground.

"What? You were threatening to kill me the other day... why are you being so shy now, hm?"

"I-I'm not! I'll still kill you!"

"Hm," Taehyung smiled smugly, "I don't think so."

"Just-can you shut up already? You're always talking so much and it's so fucking annoying," the flustered blush upon Jungkook's pale cheeks weren't as convincing as he intended them to be.

"Cute."

"Just go fucking cook, you faggot."

"Alright, Kookie. I'll let you know when I'm done, okay?"

Jungkook had already walked out of the kitchen, now sitting down on the couch in a fetal position. He licked his lips and turned his gaze over to the kitchen entrance. You can still run away, Jungkook, he reminded himself. But I want to see where this goes... just once, maybe.

 

Taehyung had decided that it was time to let the younger male out of the house. 

"Do you want to go grocery shopping with me, Kookie?" Taehyung asked while stuffing his wallet into his back pocket.

"You do realize that if you let me out, I'll run away, right?" Jungkook raised an eyebrow with his hands on his hips.

"No," Taehyung disagreed, searching around the room for his wallet, "you won't run away. I know you won't."

"Why do you trust me so easily? It's just plain stupidity." 

"What's even more stupid is that you could have ran away this whole time. All you needed to do was walk out of the front door, Kookie. Plus, you didn't run away when we went to the mall," Taehyung stopped to look at the raven's expression. "Where did I put my wallet?"

"It's already in your pocket, idiot."

"Oh! Right..." Taehyung smiled sheepishly, biting his bottom lip in embarrassment, as he grabbed his car keys from the small end table placed against the white wall.

Jungkook rolled his eyes and scoffed, turning his direction away from Taehyung. He faced the balcony, red tinting his cheeks when he realized that he could have left after all this time. Or, maybe Jungkook just didn't want to leave.

"You coming or what?" the brunette asked, placing two hands on his hip. Patience, Taehyung... you're good at being patient.

"Fine," Jungkook turned around to face Taehyung, pushing the elder out of the way when he walked past the neatly-dressed man.

"Wait! Wait for me, Kookie! Let's go together!" Taehyung chased the younger who was already halfway down the long hallway. 

 

 

"I need chives, red peppers, tofu, beef, chicken thighs, onions, garlic, green onions," Taehyung checked his grocery list, "zucchini, snacks, and ramen," he recited. 

"Damn, are you trying to buy the whole grocery store?" Jungkook asked sarcastically. 

"No, I don't have enough money to do that."

"You actually answered that question?" Jungkook stopped the shopping cart, facing Taehyung with an "are-you-kidding-me" expression. 

"Why not?"

"Never mind," Jungkook continued pushing the cart, feeling extremely bored. He spotted a small snack placed neatly on a shelf and grabbed it. He placed it under his jacket, but Taehyung wasn't having any of this.

"If you want something, just put it in the cart. There's no need to steal, Kookie."

The professional thief groaned in annoyance before placing the bag of chips into the cart.

"Wow, you're listening so well today, aren't you?" 

"Shut up."

"Okay!" Taehyung sung while skipping away from the cart to inspect the strawberries in the produce section. Jungkook chuckled softly from behind, watching the elder with life-stained eyes. His vision was clearing. Taehyung looked up from the strawberries, smiling gleefully to Jungkook. Thump. Jungkook gulped when he felt his heart beat—something he hasn't felt in a long time. Taehyung waved cutely and started to giggle before turning his attention back to the strawberries. Thump.

"Jeon Jungkook, what are you doing?" Jungkook questioned himself with a warning tone. Why am I feeling so flustered? What is wrong with my heart? Jeon Jungkook... what's wrong with you? 

"O-hoi! Jungkook-ah! You want strawberries?" Taehyung called from where he was standing. 

"Up to you," the raven replied, while Taehyung shrugged his shoulders.

Stop it, Jungkook.

He watched Taehyung looked through the various amount of strawberry containers.

No. Stop.

Taehyung pouted when he didn't see quality strawberries in a few containers. 

Jeon Jungkook, I'm warning you. stop it.

Taehyung grinned slightly.

You can still run away, all you need to do is let go of this cart and run.

Taehyung looked up to face Jungkook's figure, beaming out of satisfaction. 

Jungkook let one finger, two fingers, three fingers, a hand, and then another 3 fingers slip away from the handle. Go.

"Kook-ah! Come smell these strawberries!"

No. Jungkook grabbed the shopping cart handle with two hands, pushing the cart over to where Taehyung was standing. He leaned his face in to smell the fresh produce. 

"Smells good, I guess."

"You like it? Okay then. We'll buy these for Kookie!" the brunette cheered while placing the strawberries into the cart. He took out his list and pointed over to the next section of necessities for resident Kim Taehyung.

Let me feel just once please, Jungkook sighed before following mother goose.

 

"Jungkook, can you bring the bags into the kitchen? I will start unpacking the groceries," Taehyung requested, walking out to the front door. "Jungkook?" Taehyung called, not seeing any sign of the younger man.

 Taehyung froze for a quiet moment. 

"Jungkook," he said called. Taehyung walked into the hall, panning the dimly lit corridor. "Jungkook, stop playing around and come out now..." he felt his eyes stinging and his throat clenching from the dangerous tears threatening to fall from his eyes.Taehyung ran around his apartment, searching for the raven. "Jungkook!" 

The brunette stumbled out of his apartment, sprinting down the corridor. He pushed the elevator button rapidly, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Patience is a virtue, but ain't nobody got time for that.

Taehyung ran out of the lobby, tears streaming down his face while saying Jungkook's name incoherently. He walked down he sidewalk, ignoring the various sluts and whores who were asking to be bought. The shards of green and brown glass decorated the sidewalks, but Taehyung couldn't care. The sobbing man tripped over his own feet, his hands catching his fall. 

Taehyung sobbed, picking the tiny shards of green and brown off of his palms. After doing so, his fingers were brought to his tear-stained face, rising to his feet once again. 

I don't want to be alone.

 

After a whole hour of some sort, looking around to find the missing raven, Taehyung decided to call it a night. The shaky and tired man walked past a few alleys, the only source of light coming from street lamps. His shadow cascaded down onto the sidewalk.

The depressed brunette stopped before an opening to another alley, listening to the grunts of men and shuffling feet.

"You won't get away with this," Taehyung heard someone say. He walked closer, listening for more detail.

"You and your little friend will be punished. You hear me?!" The same man shouted this time— a choked breath exhaled after the man's last words. 

Taehyung widened his eyes. The raven pulled away from the dead man's body, dropping his knife and the gangster to the floor. The raven turned around, only to face Kim Taehyung. Jungkook tripped backwards, shocked to see Taehyung here when he thought that he was at the house. 

"W-why?" the older male whimpered, stepping closer to Jungkook.

"No. Stay away from me." I'm sorry.

"Why would you live like this?" 

"J-just-" Jungkook held out a hand in front of him, looking away from the elder, "stay away from me..." He was guilty; filthy; a monster. And, because of all his sins, he could no longer look at Taehyung in the eyes anymore. 

Jungkook expected a punch to his face and heart, but all he got was an embrace. 

"You must have lived such a hard life, my Kookie. I'm so sorry that you had to go through all this," Taehyung cried into Jungkook's shoulder. "I thought I lost you."

Jungkook coughed, due to the way his heart burned. Out of all the things that Taehyung could of done, Jungkook only received kindness and love—this was beyond the raven's mental capacity. The 18-year-old hugged the elder back, burying his face in the crook of Taehyung's neck. 

"Can we go home?" Jungkook asked with a dry throat. 

"Of course."

 

"Can I ask you a question?" Jungkook watched Taehyung clean off the excess blood left on his arms.

Taehyung let out a small "hmm" in reply. 

"Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?" Taehyung asked coolly, sniffling every other minute.

"This."

"I don't understand," Taehyung looked into Jungkook's eyes momentarily until turning to put the cleanup kit away. He returned, wiping down the bathroom counter with a paper towel.

"Taehyung, don't play stupid with me."

The elder stopped wiping down the counter and threw the piece of paper towel onto the counter, placing his hands on his hips soon after. He looked into Jungkook's eyes after a whole while of chewing on his lip. "I've always wanted someone to care for. Me, being here... in this lonely apartment with only my best friend to visit me on some occasions... it gets pretty lonely. I've always had pillows to be the one I hold at night; to be the one that shelters me from this cruel world—a world that you are well-associated with. And you know what, Jungkook? I want you to be the one I hold at night instead. I've always thought that it should be me who resides in the middle—a place where the minimum damage occurs—but when you came along, I didn't mind being on the outside; to be the one that shields you from the shrapnel of a bomb."

Taehyung walked closer to Jungkook, placing two hands on the latter's sides. 

"I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm in love with you," Taehyung moved his two hands on Jungkook's cheeks. The raven leaned into the touch and wrapped his arms around the elder's torso. "I don't know when I started loving you, but out of the blue, in my epiphany, I realized that I loved you."

"I'm a monster, though..."

"No, Jungkook. You aren't a monster," Taehyung pulled away, grabbing the younger's shoulders. "You aren't a monster, Jungkook. Believe me when I say this, I beg of you."

"I'm messed up... and I'll mess you up too," the raven tugged his arms out of Taehyung's grip, hopping off of the counter. He grabbed his leather jacket which was placed messily on the bathroom door knob, walking towards the front door.

It took a few seconds for the brunette to process what was happening in the moment. "J-Jungkook! Wait! Don't go!" Taehyung chased after him, catching the younger's sleeve. "Don't leave me. Please. I want to help you, Jungkook. Just please don't go."

"Let go of me, Taehyung."

"No."

"Let go."

"No! I told you that I won't let go!"

"Why won't you ever fucking listen?!" Jungkook turned around, pushing Taehyung against the wall with a hand slamming the surface beside the brunette's head. Taehyung winced. "You don't know me! You can't get close to me! I don't want to get close to you! So just leave me alone already, my fucking God."

The older man looked into Jungkook's dark brown orbs, bringing two hands to cup the younger's cheeks. He brought his lips to the latter's, waiting for a response— any response at all. It took Jungkook three seconds to kiss Taehyung back; it took thirty seconds before Taehyung shoved Jungkook against the wall parallel to him; it took 3 minutes before the two were in Taehyung's bedroom; it took one second for Jungkook to realize that this was his home.

The elder threw his shirt over his head, leaning back down to place a few kisses to Jungkook's jaw line. The younger squirmed underneath the older male, his breath hitched when he felt a warm hand on his stomach. Taehyung lifted up Jungkook's shirt slightly while straddling the latter. The younger mouthed at the column of Taehyung's neck, receiving a deep moan.

"Do you want me to go?" Taehyung asked with his raspy, contralto voice, as he kissed Jungkook's collarbones with moist lips. There was no response given. So, he stroked the side of Jungkook's waist, repeating the same question again. 

"Please don't... Taehyung... I-I want to feel again..."

"Then let me take care of you Kookie."

Their lips met again at the point of tangency, before Taehyung showed Jungkook the wonders of being one


Taehyung woke up to an empty bed; an empty bedroom; an empty house. He jumped out of his bed, pulling a shirt over his head and sliding on a pair of boxers, followed by sweats. He looked around the household and while standing in the middle of this empty apartment, his eyes fell to the floor. The abandoned male screwed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth. He didn't know what hurt more: the thought of never seeing Jungkook again or having confessed to Jungkook, while the latter ran away. There was a sudden heaviness to Taehyung's legs and a numbness to his arms. 

The brunette fell to his knees, smacking two hands on the floor with a battle cry—as if he had lost a loved brother at war. There was only one person that Taehyung could rely on; to call.

 

"Oh my God... this is bad," Jimin shakes his head, wincing when Taehyung aggressively threw his landline to the floor. 

"Fuck!" Taehyung kicked a pile of photos as they slid across the laminate floor. He grabbed his camera and slammed it onto the floor, stomping on the lens with no mercy.

"Taehyung-ah! Stop!" Jimin jumped in front of Taehyung, pulling the brunette together by his shoulders. "Snap out of it! What's wrong?! Why are you like this?!" The brunette shouted out in rage, still stomping on the camera while being restrained by Jimin. "Kim Taehyung! Tell me what the fuck is up with you!"

"Jimin!" Taehyung cried, sinking to the floor with tears trailing down his cheeks. "My heart... my heart is..." He sniffled, pounding a hand to his chest. "I feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest, only to have it bleed out until I die."

"What happened?"

"Jimin-ah! Is this what it feels like?"

"Feels like what?"

"Is this what it feels like to lose someone you love?"

"Ya, Kim Taehyung... what on Earth are you talking about right now?"

"Jimin-ah! You'll buy me a pack of beer, won't you? Yeah, buy me a big pack of beer. Get me a giant-ass pack of beer so that I can just pass out and forget. Won't you? You're my friend, right? Right. A good friend will do that-"

"Kim Taehyung..."

"A good friend would do that! You go buy me the finest quality of beer. I just-I'll wait here and sit here and try to forget. Thank you, Jiminnie, I'm sorry to be such a burden. I'm not a burden though, right? I'm not? Right? Jimin, I feel sick." 

"Ya... Taehyung-ah... something is wrong with you."

"Hurry the fuck up and get me some fucking booze!" Taehyung barked, causing the slightly older male to cower backwards, scurrying to the front door.

"I'll be back o-okay? Don't move. Just stay there, got it?" 

"Hurry Jimin," Taehyung threw a sliding palm down his face. 

No matter how much beer I intake, I won't be able to forget you.


Taehyung drank his beer lethargically. His fingers clung to the aluminum. Short grunts were made every other minute or so, due to the pain in his heart, and his approval for the beer. 

"Jiminnie is such a good person! He's so kind to me, right? Jimin-ah! You're such a good person."

"Kim Taehyung, get a hold of yourself."

"I want to fly off a building on a spaceship to visit Venus. I heard that there were many beautiful women and men there."

"This kid..." Jimin pulled his 'I'm-disgusted' face, moving the various beer cans that were on the small coffee table. He cleaned the alcohol puddles from the floor with a napkin, sighing when Taehyung began to cry. 

"Park Jimin..." Taehyung sniffled, running a hand down his face, "if I felt hurt, would you make me feel better? Since Park Jimin is a good person, he'd do that for sure. Let me tell you something, Jimin-ah: if you were feeling like shit, I'd kill whoever made you that way. But this time, don't kill anyone for me..." a tear rushed down the outline of the brunette's nose, causing him to wipe it off, "I just really want to see him again. I miss him so much. I confessed to him and showed him how much I cared for him, yet he ran away. My pride? I could care less about that, but just... I wanted him to acknowledge my love for him; to not leave me. I'm a greedy person, right? See? I can never be as great as Park Jimin," Taehyung began to sob, leaning into the latter's shoulder. "Is that why he left? Because I'm not a good person? Because I'm not Park Jimin, right? I just want this pain to end already. I feel like the drunker I get, the more it hurts. I don't want to forget, Jiminnie."

"Then stop drinking, kid," Jimin flicked Taehyung's forehead, shaking his head there after. When his phone began to ring, he excused himself and walked out of Taehyung's apartment. "Yeah, sorry... I had an issue to deal with," he paused to listen to the other line talking. "No, I'll be there tomorrow, don't worry. I just need to take care of a friend, you see..." he turned to face the lighter end of the corridor, squinting his eyes when a figure walked towards him. "Look, I'll call you back in a few... bye."

Jimin placed his phone in his back pocket when the stranger stopped in front of him. "Can I help you?" Jimin asked, eyeing the stranger up and down. 

"Move," the stranger pushed Jimin to the side, escalating the situation. 

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" Jimin grabbed the stranger's shoulder, pulling him back. In return, he was slammed against the wall. 

"Don't fucking touch me or I will kill you, got it?"

"Who the fuck are you?"

"I am going to throw you out of a window if you don't shut the fuck up."

"What's going on-" Taehyung stepped out of the apartment, his eyes widening. He dropped his beer to the ground, while the tears began to gather at a spontaneous ritual. "Jungkook?" he stated more than asked. "Jungkook!" this time, the brunette ran over to the younger, throwing his arms around the raven as he cried into his shoulder.

Jimin, on the other hand, had been man-handled twice. Once by the stranger and then by his own best friend. "Fuck my life," Jimin regained his balance, "I'm taking the booze."

"Jungkook, why did you leave? No. Are you okay? No wait, don't answer that. Are you hurt? How could you just go? I was so worried and depressed. Don't you ever do that to me again! I swear I'll-" Taehyung was cut off by a desperate kiss. 

Jungkook broke away from the kiss to speak, "I'm so sorry, Tae," he planted his lips upon the elder's again. Again, he broke away to explain himself, "I was a fool... I just wanted-"Taehyung grabbed Jungkook's face, sending his love through a pile of kisses to the younger.

"Tell me inside."

The younger nodded.

 

"Before you say anything, I just want to explain myself first," Jungkook looked to Taehyung for acceptance. The elder nodded. "Okay, well, I'm in love with you. Kim Taehyung, the you who has been so kind to me and has only shown me the sweet side of my bitter universe. I can't even fathom or put to words how I feel about you, but this is a start. When I was younger, I grew up in an abusive family. Actually, they weren't even my family. I grew up with some crazy aunty who had two boys. They were all involved with drugs, alcohol, sex, violence, and all that junk. I was the only one who could actually pay the bills for the house because no one decided to work. In order to not get evicted, I let the landlord's son have fun with my body. Ever since then, I never let anyone touch me—that is, until I met you. And then, I killed everyone I grew up with in that fucking house. I ran away. Running away for me is just something I'm fairly good at. So, when I met you, I ran away, but somehow, I found myself back into your welcoming arms. Then I realized that by leaving, I was hurting you, and I was also hurting myself by hurting you. And Taehyung, the reason why I'm shedding these tears is not because it's my first time falling in love or anything like that... it's because of all the sins I've committed and having to look you in the eyes right now is too much," Jungkook looked away, feeling the avalanche of tears weigh upon his cheeks. "You know what? I'm just really sorry. I'm so sorry, Taehyung. I just want to come home. You are my home and my only reassurance. I want to be strong enough to be yours as well. So please, take me back?"

Taehyung sighed, fixing a clump of Jungkook's hair. "I never got rid of you. Jungkook, let me take care of you."

"And let me do the same too. No. Let me do more. For you, I'll go beyond 11 dimensions, travel within the space time fabric, cross oceans of asteroids, and more!"

"Prove it to me, then."

Jungkook climbed over Taehyung, pinning the elder to the mattress as he licked his lips. The sub-dominate male (at the moment) smirked, "space time fabric, though?"

"I was a nerd in school," Jungkook shrugged. 

 

Dr. Lee smiled softly and turned to his colleagues.

"Someone get the cake!" a random voice shouted from within the facility.

Dr. Kim brought a mic over to his mouth, "I now conclude the experimental trials of The Human Error. Everyone, thank you for your support and effort."

With that, papers were thrown all over the facility, everyone screaming happy cries of victory, many crying, most hugging one another after all the hard work. The heavy amount of tears created an atmosphere of sadness and relief. But, despite all of this, everyone felt glad for model #148's recovery. Working day and night through the trails were tiring, disheartening, and emotionally overwhelming. Now, seeing their beloved experiment come to an end, everything just gets a little lighter. 

"Wait, but they're getting a bit physical, shouldn't we turn off the screen?" one of the employees suggested.

"Yeah! They're about to have sex! Let's give them some privacy!" another voice added.

"Celebratory dinner! Everyone should split the bill!" many shouted, while men and women rushed down the stairs to join the party.

However, there was still one man standing in front of the large screen.

"Sir, aren't you coming along?" a co-worker asked Dr. Lee.

"Give me a moment, Dr. Kwon."

"We'll see you in the parking lot, I guess." The female scientist waved her hand and exited the building. 

Dr. Lee Hyun Sang stared at the black monitor, smiling genuinely. 

Thank you, Jungkook and Taehyung.

He walked towards the exit to join the action outside. 

 

Concluded: bad human beings can turn good with a little guidance, regardless of any environment or situation.