I sat still, eyes trained on the lonely streets we pass by. It was already past five am when everybody decided it was best to go home and rest, tired from doing all the running and heists last night. I glanced at the five boys, seokjin as usual behind the wheel as he drove, both namjoon and yoongi passed out beside me from drinking too much alcohol last night. Taehyung is seated on Hoseok's lap, his head on his chest and his snores barely audible while Hoseok fumbled with his phone, his other hand gracing softly on his lover's auburn locks.

I couldn't help but smile. The history made last night still lingers fresh in my mind. Last night was incredible. The adrenaline rush never once fled my system, the warmth brought by such glee still engraved in my heart. I could still feel the cold breeze as it splashes over me, sending my locks to wobble in the air. It was euphoric.

Takes me back to the time when jimin and I sneaked out for the first time— the great and almighty thrill of getting caught as we suppressed every laughs and smiles, the rush in our veins as we rounded corners after corners of the city, slowly disrupting the peace of the night. We never really did such things like this back then. Instead, we'd hang out by our tree— a certain blossom tree hidden in the farthest back of the school grounds. It was a very treasured tree for the both of us. It serves as our safe haven, our getaway place. It had heard our deepest and darkest secrets and the only other witness of the tears shed between the both of us— to our smiles, talks and simply just everything.

And almost every night, we'd find ourselves sneaking out and meeting one another under that certain blossom tree, climbing the school walls as the thrill of getting caught by the school guards enveloped us whole.

But experiencing such things with people other than jimin first felt wierd. And doing things for the first time like spraying paint sprays illegally or creating a traffic inside a small tunnel and trashing each and every cars. Jimin and I never did things that defies the peace given by the law. We were never chased by cops and have red and blue lights behind our backs.

I never really understood it at first. I was hesitant at first, not really finding the idea of policemen hot behind our trails as a fun thing to do. I found the idea stupid and pure idiotic. The idea of going against the law to acquire this so called fun was such an insane and stupid plan to me. When namjoon asked me to speculate first when we were on the tunnel, I couldn't help but cringe. They all look stupid.

But when I finally experienced it first hand, it wasn't so bad after all. Instantly, I was drawn to the feeling, the thrill and the adrenaline. It was like something just snapped inside me, spreading my arms as if spreading my wings as I run under the moonlight, like a werewolf on a full moon— alive and so free.

Last night while I was running, I could feel every muscles in my body flexing, my heart rapidly beating, thumping against my chest like it craves to be freed from my ribcages. I felt every sweats on my body, a certain warmth in my heart. Running isn't so bad after all,

Maybe that's why he left and chose to run away.

I felt a hand on my cheeks, snapping me away from my thoughts. My eyes landed on hoseok, sadness painted in his eyes as he caressed my cheeks. I didn't even realised I was crying when he leaned in to plant a soft kiss on the crown of my head, his grip firm against taehyung, careful not to wake the sleeping boy. "He'll come around, jungkook-ah." He smiled. "We'll find him, don't worry." he reassures.

"When?" I croaked out, sighing as I do so.

"When finally, he decides he wants to be found." he answers,

"– but what if he doesn't want to be found, hyung?" he just smiled at me, messing my hair as he chuckles, shaking his head.

"Everbody wants to be found, jungkook-ah."

We arrived back in namjoon's family vacation house at exactly seven o'clock. Seokjin was the one who nagged everybody to get their asses out of the vehicle and rest on their designated room once and for all when nobody dared to move after ten minutes of arriving. Yoongi groaned, "shut your wife, namjoon." he tells him, earning laughs from us and a groan from the couple.

When we finally got inside, our laughs halted upon setting eyes on a certain person. "Appa!" we heard a child called before a small boy came rushing towards us and settling in between yoongi's legs.

The said man gaped at the sight of the boy before a wide grin broke out from his lips, love and adoration painted in his eyes. "How are you, sport?" he asks him, crouching down to level with his eyes.

Taehyung was the second to rush to the child and pull him away from Yoongi's graps, pestering him with kisses, "Jooheon-ah, how is my precious baby?" He cooed, fondness engraved all over his face as he played with the child, earning a scowl from yoongi and a chuckle from all of us.

"He's my baby." Yoongi stated, a pout on his lips as he watched taehyung goofing along with his son. But it soon faltered when a certain female ran down the stairs and literally jumped on his back, hugging him like a koala from behind with her arms tight against his nape and her legs wrapped around his hips, possessively.

"Wassup, douche!" She bit his neck, earning a groan from yoongi. He struggled to get her off his back. The girl, whom I assume is seulgi, didn't make things easy for yoongi as she tickled him endlessly, her heaven-like laugh filling our ears. But soon, she stopped and let him drop her on the ground gently, a small smile tugged the corners of her lips as yoongi snaked his hands on her waist and leaned in to plant his lips on hers.

I couldn't help but be amused as she pulled his nape into a headlock, earning a squirm from yoongi and laughs from everyone. They were honestly way far from what I expected them to be. They weren't sweet nor lovey-dovey, instead, they were the very definition of world war three. They were the complete opposite of taehyung and hoseok who literally eats each other's faces for breakfast til supper. I ship it.

"are they always like this?" I turned to taehyung, earning a box-like grin from him as he draped his arm around me, filling my ears with his chuckles. "You have no idea," he answers, his voice filled with amusement and delight.

"I miss you, oppa!" Seulgi let go of yoongi and ran to give seokjin a hug, earning a growl and a scowl from yoongi who was quick to walk up to them and break them apart, only to be smacked in the head by seulgi as she pouted. "Can't I miss them too?" she whined, semi-glaring at her boyfriend.

"No." Yoongi's cold response, pulling her to her chest and hugging her firmly, his hands naughtily snaking down the cheeks of her butt. "You can only miss me," he smirked.

"Ugh, save it for the bed will you?" Hoseok groaned, a scowl on his face.

"Yeah, there's a child here if you've already forgotten!" Namjoon followed.

"Jooheon is pretty much used to it," yoongi shrugged, not even giving a single fuck.

"I was talking about jungkook,"

"I'm fucking eighteen, you dipshit!" I glared, earning amused chuckles from everybody. "Technically, I'm an adult." I stated as a matter of fact.

"No you're not!" Seokjin argued.

"I am," I gritted.

"You still drink milk your milk every night, couldn't even do your own laundry, can't even fucking cook nor can you do simple mathematics," he raised his brow. I opened my mouth to argue when he raised a brow, daring me to speak. I sighed and just rolled my eyes at him, defeated. "Yeah, I thought so." He smirked,

"So, you're the jungkook everybody is talking about?" I turned to the voice, eyes landing on seulgi who now has a wide smile plastered on her face. "Oh my gosh, he's so cute!" She squealed, squirming against yoongi's tight grip on her hips, trying to break away. "Daddy, jungkook is so cute, I wanna adopt him." she pouted, giving up on trying to get away as she rested her cheeks on Yoongi's chest.

"Nah, he's a huge pain in the ass." yoongi snorted.

"Don't care, I like him." She smiled at me, "I'm Seulgi by the way, Yoongi's girlfriend." she introduced, unable to stretch a hand for me to shake as yoongi held her firmly and possesively.

"Wife," he corrected. "She's my wife."

"We're not married," seulgi playfully scowled, earning a soft peck on the nose from yoongi.

"yet," he says, his rare gummy smile in full display as he stared down at her.

I could only sigh, my shoulders slumped as I stared at them. A pout made it's way to my lips, my brows creasing into a frown as finally, it hit me.

I am the only one here without a lover.

My eyes landed on taehyung and hoseok playing with jooheon on the sofa, great smiles painted in their faces as they pestered the kid with kisses, then to namjoon backhugging my brother as they watched fondly at the soon to be husband and wife who's also busy whispering sweet nothings on each other's ears.

great,

just fucking great.