Echoes of the Past
The cold air hit his face as he stepped out of the hospital. The city was the same… but everything felt wrong.
Jeon Jungkook
*looking at the sky, closed eyes and whispering to himself as one drop of tear fell down in his left eye* Tae… where are you? I..I'm scared
Jeon Jungkook
*take a deep breath*
He pulled his hoodie up, blending into the crowd. Every step felt like a punch to his gut.
His feet knew where to go before his mind even processed it—
But when he reached the street…
JK’s breath was shallow as he stood in front of the house. Their house. Or at least… it used to be. His fingers curled into his jacket, his body frozen in place.
The porch light flickered. The warmth he once knew was gone. The curtains, the plants by the window, even the f*ing welcome mat—
A voice snapped him out of it.
Lin (house owner)
*stern*Can I help you?
JK turned sharply. A middle-aged man, dressed in a sweater, stood by the door. His gaze was sharp, suspicious.
Jeon Jungkook
*forcing his voice steady* This house… when did you move in?
Lin (house owner)
*raising an eyebrow* Five years ago. Why?🤨
Jeon Jungkook
*thinking in mind* Five? The timeline didn’t match. Tae and Gukk lived here three years ago. So what the hell was this?
Jeon Jungkook
*eyes dark, jaw tightening* Who lived here before?🤨
Lin (house owner)
*shifting uncomfortably and said* Don’t know. It was abandoned when we bought it
JK’s stomach twisted. Abandoned? That was bullshit. The last time he saw this house, it was filled with laughter, with love—his family. This wasn’t just a missing person’s case. It was a complete f*cking erasure of existence.
Jeon Jungkook
*softly and almost to himself* They were here…
The man frowned, taking a step back.
Lin (house owner)
*looking at Jungkook suspicious* Look, if you’re looking for someone, maybe try the record's office. But I don’t want any trouble.
Jeon Jungkook
*nodding slowly, voice hollow* Yeah… neither do I.
But trouble had already found him.
Jungkook backed away, his mind racing. Tae’s workplace. That had to be it. He ran—his pulse loud in his ears—but when he got there… nothing. The building had changed. No sign of Tae. No familiar faces.
Jeon Jungkook
*desperate voice to asking himself* Where the f*ck did you go, Tae? Where the hell are you?
Hours passed. His body ached, exhaustion settling in. He had no ID, no proof of his existence. But in his pocket… cash. Just enough to rent a tiny, shity apartment.
..
*the man eyeing him suspiciously* No ID, huh? You sure you ain't running from something?
Jeon Jungkook
*forcing a smirk, hiding his panic* Nah. Just starting over.
Jungkook tossed the money down, grabbed the key, and locked himself in his new, suffocating reality.
JK sat on the edge of his bed, his mind a mess. His fingers twitched against his knee. Where the fuck was Tae?
His phone—new, untraceable—lit up. A single text from an unknown number.
JK’s breath hitched. His pulse hammered in his ears. He swallowed hard, his grip tightening around the phone.
Jeon Jungkook
*muttering and his voice shaking slightly as he's asking himself* The fuck…😶
He typed quickly, his fingers slightly numb.
Jeon Jungkook
Who the f** is this?
Three dots appeared. Someone was typing
...
Did you think you were the only one?😏
A slow, creeping chill ran down JK’s spine.
His hands clenched. His eyes darted around the dimly lit apartment. The walls felt closer. The air felt thinner.
The past wasn’t just haunting him. It was hunting him.
JK exhaled shakily, tossing his phone onto the nightstand. He laid back, staring at the ceiling, trying to fucking breathe.
His fingers curled against his temple as flashes of memories stormed in. Tae’s laughter. Their son’s tiny hands holding his. A kiss that felt like forever.
The bedroom was dimly lit, the soft glow of the night lamp casting golden shadows. Tae was lying on his side, his breath steady, his face peaceful in sleep.
JK grinned, shifting closer, insert his hand through his shirt pressing his cold fingers against Tae’s warm back .
Jeon/Kim Taehyung
*grumbling and barely awake* You’re fucking freezing. Get off.😖
Jeon/Kim Jungkook
*smirking and went near to his ear and whispering* Then warm me up, baby😏
Jeon/Kim Taehyung
Tae groaned and turn around and pulled him as his arm wrapping around JK’s waist, their bodies fitting together like they always did.
Jeon/Kim Taehyung
*sleepy, voice muffled against jungkook’s hair* Go to sleep, idiot.
Jeon/Kim Jungkook
*grinning and look up from his chest* Not until I hear it😚
Jeon/Kim Taehyung
*sighing, but smiling and look down and look into jungkook eyes * Fine… I love you. Happy?
Jeon/Kim Jungkook
*look at tae and smirk* One more time😏
Jeon/Kim Taehyung
*rolling his eyes but whispering against his lips* I fucking love you. Now sleep or
Jeon/Kim Jungkook
JK was about to tease him again when—
A small, sleepy voice interrupted them.
Jeon/Kim Gukk
*rubbing his eyes, pouting* Papa, daddy, stop whispering… I wanna cuddle too
JK and Tae both turned to see their son standing by the bed, his tiny hands rubbing his face, his cheeks flushed from sleep
Jeon/Kim Jungkook
JK sighed dramatically, pulling Gukk into his arms and dropping back onto the bed
Jeon/Kim Jungkook
*look at tae and grinning* guess we’re never sleeping, huh?
Jeon/Kim Taehyung
Tae just chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to both their foreheads.
Jeon Jungkook
JK gasped, his body jerking awake. His heart was racing, his hands shaking. He could still feel it—the warmth of Tae’s arms, the weight of Gukk in his chest.
Only the suffocating silence of his apartment remained.
And the message glowing on his phone screen like a fucking warning.
author
Did you notice the small detail in the house scene? 👀 First to guess gets a sneak peek at Ep 5!
author
Sparkies I thought that for 1 like 1 episode . 2 like 2 episode in a day
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