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"Run away with me."

"W-what did you say?" Jungkook asked, taking a step back. Taehyung just smirked, annoyingly attractive in the darkness of the younger's room.

"Run away with me. There's a train that leaves in an hour for Jeju. If you're quick, you can pack and come with me. We can start everything again, spend our lives together. We wouldn't have to worry about people on the other side of the world dissing our hair. We wouldn't have to worry about tripping up on stage. We'd just have each other," Taehyung spoke slowly, convincingly. There was a glint in his eyes that made Jungkook worried.

"You're just going to go? By yourself?" Jungkook didn't want to believe what Taehyung was saying. The older walked forward and connected their hands.

"I don't have to be by myself, tokki," he whispered the pet name in a deep voice that made Jungkook want to melt. After all this time, and Taehyung suddenly came out with this in the middle of the night. Jungkook wanted more time, but that train left in an hour.

"You're sure?" Jungkook gulped and Taehyung nodded.

"Come with me." This was a big decision. But it was one that Jungkook was prepared to make. Slowly, but sure of himself, he nodded.

"Okay. I'll come with you," he agreed quietly and looked up at Taehyung. Taehyung, however, frowned and took a step back,

"W-wait, what? You'd actually just run away, just like that?" His words send a pang of guilt through Jungkook's heart but he nodded anyway.

"I-I would, Tae. It's with you. I'd go anywhere with you… I l- "

"Literally, don't finish that sentence, Kook," Taehyung interrupted him, not bothering to keep his voice down. Jungkook was confused at this and that feeling only grew as his bedroom door opened and Seokjin's head poked through,

"Wait a second, he said yes? JK, what the hell?!" he asked and Jungkook couldn't answer before Seokjin walked in, followed by the others and there were suddenly far too many people in his room.

"Do you actually want to run away, Jungkook?" Namjoon asked, gently but accusatory.

"You'd say yes, given the chance?" Jimin reiterated, folding his arms.

"Tell us the truth," Hoseok demanded. Jungkook couldn't process this. Taehyung didn't want to run away with him. They weren't leaving together. It wouldn't be just them together like he had promised. They had lied. Taehyung had lied. And that was all a little bit too much for 1 am. They were all staring at him, expecting an answer, and Jungkook didn't have anything to say. Well, he did, but he couldn't say it. He didn't have the courage or, currently, the voice.

He felt tears build up in his eyes. He just looked between his brothers who all looked at him like he was on trial and Jungkook didn't like it. He wanted it to end. The tears fell and he let out a shaky breath, stepping back from them. When he cried, he could usually rely on his hyungs to make him feel better. But after he just agreed to abandon them in the space of five seconds, he didn't blame them for not wanting him.

He couldn't see properly, thanks to the water spilling out of his eyes and couldn't move away any more in fear of tripping. He tried to at least say he was sorry, but his voice cracked on the first syllable and he didn't want to try further. He blinked, letting more streaks form down his face. He forced himself to look at their faces again and saw that they were sympathetic and worried. Jimin had put his arms down.

"Kookie, don't cry…"

"It's okay, you aren't in trouble."

"We're very sorry, we didn't mean it."

"Come on, come here," they were saying and Jungkook didn't have a choice. He had nowhere else and no one else who could make him feel as loved and as forgiven. He walked forward again and felt them all surround him, locking him in. He couldn't see, but he knew where everyone was by the sound of their breathing or by the way they stroked his arm.

"I'm sorry…sorry," he sobbed quietly. Next to his ear, where he knew Taehyung was, he heard him whisper,

"It's okay." They stayed like this for a while until Namjoon probably signalled something. He was clever like that. Four of them said goodnight, leaving only Taehyung and Namjoon in the room with Jungkook. They all sat on his bed and talked.

"Okay, this wasn't how we were expecting this to end," Namjoon sighed and began to explain, "Basically, Taehyung said he could cry convincingly on cue but we all disagreed. He said if someone didn't know he was fake-crying, he could convince them. You were the only one not there, so we came up with a scenario and sent Taehyung in. The idea was, he would ask you to run away and when you refused him, he would cry. But you said yes. Which confused all of us. We were definitely not expecting it."

"Are you okay, Jungkook-ah?" Taehyung asked softly and Jungkook nodded. It had all been a prank. Great. And now, Jungkook would have to tell them the truth. At least it wasn't all of them. "Would you really have come with me?" Jungkook was trapped. He swallowed and answered,

"Yes." Taehyung and Namjoon exchanged a look.

"Do you want to run away?" Namjoon questioned.

"No." Taehyung and Namjoon exchanged another, more confused look.

"Do…do you want to run away with me?" he asked and Jungkook supposed that this was the end.

"Yes." It was silent after that for far too long. It was so uncomfortable and so awkward that Jungkook didn't even want to cry; he just wanted to turn back time and say no to Taehyung. After a few years, he felt Namjoon move from beside him.

"I'm gonna leave you to talk this out yourselves. If I hear shouting or you tell me you've sorted it, I'll come back in. Kay?" he asked but left anyway. He shut the door behind him and it was just Taehyung and Jungkook. The tension was suffocating. Finally, Jungkook gathered up the courage to say,

"Say literally anything, I can't breathe." Luckily, Taehyung seemed to realise the gravity of the situation and didn't laugh or make a joke. Instead, he asked a question. Or tried to.

"So, how long have you- "

"Years, Tae. Years," Jungkook instantly responded. "I know it sounds awful, but I've been dreaming of you asking me to run away since I was seventeen." Finally confessing felt stranger than Jungkook was expecting. He had honestly never wanted him to find out, but he had also promised himself that, should anyone ask, he would tell the truth. And he had done. And could not deal with it.

"I- seventeen?! That's five years, Jungkook," Taehyung stated the obvious and Jungkook attempted to see it from his point of view. It would be like if Hoseok confessed to him. Weird as fuck.

"I did say 'years,'" Jungkook replied. He didn't look at Taehyung but heard him take a shallow breath.

"I'm sorry, Jungkook. That must've…totally fucked with your head. I'm so sorry if I hurt you." His deep voice easily cut through the tense air between them and, as affected as Jungkook was, he tried not to flinch.

"Don't be," he shrugged. "It wasn't your…fault." As the words left his mouth, something clicked inside Jungkook's head. Something that made him doubt whether Taehyung was telling the truth. He laughed cynically and stood up, trying to wrap his head around the question his hateful mind had formed. Taehyung stood up with him, his eyes so fucking innocent.

"What? What is it?" Jungkook didn't want to cry again. So he channelled his loss into spite.

"The aim of the game was to get me to reject you, yeah?" he asked. Taehyung nodded slowly, unsure of himself. "I was supposed to say no and make you cry?" Taehyung nodded again. "Then why were you so goddamn convincing? Why did you make it so believable?" Taehyung stuttered and took a step back.

"I, um- "

"Your job was to make me disagree with you and you didn't even try. You made me believe that you wanted, truly wanted me to go with you. I mean, for fuck's sake, Tae, you called me 'tokki'. It wasn't like I was going to say no anyway, but you made it impossible to refuse. You know I- " Suddenly Taehyung took a step forward and placed his hand over Jungkook's mouth. He looked into his eyes, serious and piercing and said,

"You want to yell at me, do it quietly. Unless you want Leader-Mon to come in here and force us to act like civil human beings." Jungkook hadn't noticed how loud he had gotten until he heard Taehyung's soft voice. Although, it was getting harder and harder to focus on anything when they were pressed up against each other. All Jungkook could do was nod and try not to salivate at the sight of his long-term crush being assertive.

Far too many emotions were swirling through Jungkook's mind at once and Taehyung invaded every corner of his consciousness like a virus. He couldn't tell who he was or how long it had been. As soon as Taehyung let go of him, Jungkook shoved him roughly backwards and stormed out of the room, needing literally any time to think things through. Before Taehyung had followed him, he had run through the hall and down to Taehyung's room, locking himself in.

No longer than two seconds later, frantic knocking sounded at the door. It was probably Namjoon being concerned for his wellbeing. He could hear muffled voices through the door that sounded like Namjoon and Taehyung. Jungkook curled up next to Taehyung's bed and shut his eyes, trying to calm himself down. Until he heard Taehyung yell,

"I don't fucking care! I just want him to be okay!" There was hardly any time for Jungkook's heart to flutter at this before there were a few softer knocks at the door. This time, Taehyung's voice was soft. "Jungkookie, please open the door. I'm so, so sorry. Please come out?" He sounded emotional and truly sorry. Even so, Jungkook didn't want to forgive him.

He didn't reply, keeping his mouth firmly shut. Taehyung asked him a few times before Namjoon told him to just stop. With a heartbroken tone, Jungkook heard him reply,

"But he didn't say anything…" Namjoon must have ushered him away after that because those were the last voices Jungkook heard that night. He was beginning to regret hiding out in Taehyung's room because that made everything impossible. He was surrounded with reminders of how he had practically destroyed their friendship and how Taehyung had tricked him into it. Eventually, using one of Taehyung's old hoodies as a pillow, he fell asleep on the floor.

He woke up to the sound of more voices again. This time, there were more of them. Jungkook was too tired to open his eyes, but from where he was still lying, he could make out the following conversation:

Jimin: "He just locked himself in there? Why?"

Taehyung: "I fucked up, okay? I can't stand him mad at me…"

Hoseok: "Do you reckon he's awake? It's eight in the morning."

Taehyung: "His sleep schedule's a little messed up because of all the games he's been playing lately. He doesn't really sleep much and wakes up several times a night anyway. But if it's that late, he should be just about up. I'd give it a few minutes, though."

There was silence.

Taehyung: "What? What's that look for?"

Yoongi: *sigh* "Nothing. Let's eat breakfast."

Jungkook raised his head, confused at how and why Taehyung knew such detailed information about his sleep schedule. However, upon remembering why he was locked in Taehyung's bedroom, he sighed and lay back. His dreams had once again been laced with Taehyung being ethereal and god-like, a scene he was still not used to seeing. He didn't know if it was being surrounded by his crush's scent and stuff that made the dreams seem so much more vivid.

He wasn't hungry and didn't feel like facing Taehyung either. He stayed on the floor until he heard a knock which he didn't respond to.

"Jungkook? Are you awake?" Taehyung asked softly and Jungkook didn't answer that either. "If you are, breakfast's on the table. I'm sorry again for last night." Footsteps receded and Jungkook sat up quickly and punched his makeshift pillow in frustration. If he was more confident, he would go out and talk everything through. But if he went out there now, he didn't know if he would punch Taehyung or kiss him. So he stayed.

He got up and walked around a bit to stretch. A lot of the day passed without him noticing much. The others had had definitely heard him walking around and they came to check on him a few times. He didn't reply to any of them. It wasn't their faults, but they all had a part in that little life-ruining game. He was hungry by dinner time but stuck it out. it must have been around 11 pm when another knock sounded.

"Please tell me you're coming out soon?" Taehyung asked brokenly. "You haven't eaten in a really long time and I'm so worried about you." Good, Jungkook thought. "I think there's some food in the second drawer down in my dresser if you want it. Also, the others are gonna turn the thermostat down by like ten degrees to flush you out. They told me not to tell you. You can use any of my stuff to keep you warm. I hope you come out soon. I miss you. I'm so sorry. We can talk when you come out."

There was silence as Taehyung presumably left. Jungkook felt sorry for him, really. He was in the midst of wondering where Taehyung was sleeping when he shivered suddenly. The temperature was dropping and Jungkook was in a t-shirt and shorts. He looked at Taehyung's hoodie that still lay on the floor and picked it up with a sigh. he really had no choice.

The hoodie was oversized and black and it smelled like Taehyung. If Jungkook wasn't so conflicted about him, he would have admitted it was perfect. It provided instant warmth and it was so big that Jungkook could curl his knees under it, too. He was getting hungrier and hungrier from the lack of food and crawled over to the bedside drawers. He found a pack of Haribos just sitting there and smiled subconsciously.

He sat on the floor and huddled away from the cold. Reaching for his phone to use as a distraction, he remembered that it wasn't his hoodie. He started eating Taehyung's sweets so he wouldn't pass out. This didn't work that well and as soon as he finished the packet, he lay on his side and went to sleep.

When he woke up, he pushed himself off the freezing cold floor and forced himself to stand up. Still swathed in the hoodie, his body was relatively warm. He looked at Taehyung's clock and saw that it was nearly 4 am. He stared at the door. If he went out now, no one would be awake. He could get a change of clothes, turn up the thermostat, get food and water and be back before anyone saw him. It could work.

Jungkook stepped carefully over to the door and turned the lock as quietly as he could. He took a deep breath and opened it. To see Taehyung sat cross-legged next to the couch blinking at the floor. Before Jungkook could retreat into the room, Taehyung locked his eyes with Jungkook's and stood up.

"J-Jungkook?" he stuttered quietly. It took Jungkook a minute to figure out why he stuttered.

"It's freezing. You're wearing a t-shirt," he stated simply. Before Taehyung could reply, Jungkook was already pulling the hoodie over his head. He shivered slightly at the cold air on his skin but handed it to Taehyung anyway. Taehyung didn't take it. Jungkook rolled his eyes. "Hyung, it's yours. Take it." He thrust the hoodie into Taehyung's chest and turned swiftly on his heels to go back to the room.

"W-wait!" Taehyung called after him. Jungkook stopped but didn't turn around. "You haven't eaten in a day and a half." Jungkook rolled his eyes.

"I noticed."

"B-but you're really pale…"

"Thanks, hyung."

"Jungkook, eat something." Taehyung's tone switched to something a little more assertive and Jungkook sighed. He just didn't want to speak to him. He walked to the kitchen and took an apple, waving it so Taehyung could see.

"Happy?" he asked sarcastically, not caring about the answer. Taehyung huffed sadly,

"No."

"That's nice. Goodnight," Jungkook answered quickly and turned to leave again. He paused outside Taehyung's room. What was he doing? He walked to his own room instead.

"Jungkook, please…" Taehyung begged although Jungkook wasn't sure what for. He spun around to face Taehyung once more.

"What?" The word came out spitefully before he saw that Taehyung was crying, tears streaking his unusually pale face. Jungkook's heart immediately softened. As much as he didn't want Taehyung to even notice him at this point, he still couldn't stand to see him cry; it felt like he had been punched to know that he had made this happen.

"Don't go… please. I-I don't want you to go again. Today was so hard and I just couldn't… couldn't do it. I can't live without you. Just… please?" Taehyung was keeping himself together well, considering the situation. As much as Jungkook wanted to run and hug him and kiss his pretty nose, he forced himself to stay strong. He took a deep breath and asked coldly,

"What do you want me to do about it?" An intense gaze burned into Taehyung's eyes, but that didn't stop the elder from smiling slightly, the smile turning into a sad laugh.

"Run away with me. For real this time." Jungkook was so not very far away from slamming the door.

"You have thirty seconds to explain yourself or I'm not coming out next time." Taehyung immediately launched into a speech as if he was expecting it.

"Today was so hard. Harder than it should have been and I don't think that was entirely because I knew you were mad at me. I think it was because you weren't there. You didn't laugh or randomly start a fight and it just wasn't the same and I couldn't handle it. I've had over 24 hours to think about it and I think I know why I was so convincing: I believed it. It may have started off as a dare, but I slowly convinced myself that I was telling the truth. And I was. This has all made me realise that I wouldn't run away by myself; I like it here. But if it was with you, just for a while, I'd go. When I was saying all that stuff, I wanted so badly for it to be true that I got carried away. I want to run away with you. I want you. To myself. Forever. I love you."

It was longer than thirty seconds, but Jungkook didn't care. He just wanted Taehyung to be telling the truth more than anything. He slowly and shyly walked forward towards the older. Every step he took intoxicated him more and when he was within two feet or so, he melted into Taehyung's arms and hugged him so tightly that he wasn't sure either of them could breathe. He didn't care, though. Taehyung was actually here.

"You really want to run away?" Jungkook asked through tears. Taehyung whispered in his ear,

"Name the time and place and I'll take you anywhere." Damn, this kid was smooth. Jungkook hummed back,

"Jeju seems a bit far. How about your room? It is freezing after all…" Taehyung pulled back, grinning although crying. He laced their fingers together and looked deep into Jungkook's eyes.

"Sounds perfect."

okay now watch me disappear for another month or something :/