"Hey, where the are you going early in the morning?" Yoongi questioned his roomate who was busy grabbing out a few bags or so. He was so not in the mood to find this guy around three o'clock A.M rummaging through some bags and other stuffs. If only he wasn't that tired then he would have chocked the guy. "

"Shut up, Yoongi." Jimin snapped. "I'm going to bring Jungkookie's stuffs back at his apartment." Jimin cleared it all out, and it made sense to Yoongi himself. Of course, Jungkook and Taehyung did break today? Well, he thinks he can call this a break up. A sad one, indeed. It's December thirty after all.

"Just make sure you'll be back in one good package. Don't want myself packing everything all by myself. I need my slave after all." Yoongi yawned, burying himself under the covers.

Jimin rolled his eyes with Yoongi's remark, "Whatever you say, Yoongi." He can't say no. This guy will kill him. And he doesn't want to die yet, if he will die, he wants to die with Jungkook. Yeah right.

"Hey, Yoongi," Jimin started a new, calling out to the male softly. "I know Taehyung is an but make sure this guy won't do anything reckless. I don't want him causing more damage than he had already done."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever. You can count on me."

"You have no numbers."

"Do I look like I'm joking right now?" Yoongi gave off an intimidating aura that made Jimin give a sheepish smile.

"I'm just kidding!!"

Kim Taehyung's P.O.V

It's already the fourth of January. And I would be lying if I said I wasn't hurting these past days. Kookie meant so much to me and just when I thought everything was perfect, everything was swept away from me. I groaned, as I walked in to the office, swiping my I.D lazily.

"Mr. Kim, you look awful!" One pointed out.

"Mr. Kim, are you alright?" One asked.

"Sir Taehyung, are you okay?" Another employee added in, getting all the attention in the room.

I ran my fingers through my hair, tugging all the locks harshly. Are they blind? Do I look fine to them? I looked at the direction to where those questions were coming from and rude or not, I shot them all a glare. I wasn't in one of my moods. And to those old employees, they know my persona.

I stopped my tracks when I noticed the empty cubicle, "Kookie..." I breathed that name, sending a huge wave of aches through my body. He'll be coming back to the office right? He won't just leave me right? He wo