It’s been a month since his relationship with Jungkook had gotten better. Jungkook was still a little hard to handle, mostly for others at least, but he had somehow toned down his arrogance. And true to his words, Jungkook didn’t give such a hard time to Taehyung. In fact, Taehyung liked to think that Jungkook was becoming a bit more docile. Jungkook wasn’t the only that changed however. Taehyung also did. But more on the physical aspect. He ditched his black hair and went instead for a blond dye and even though Jimin a lot about his new hair color, Taehyung actually liked it way better than his natural color. Simply because he felt like it was matching his personality. He didn’t want to be sad too long so every time he wanted to cheer up, he’d look at the blinding blond hair he had and he instantly felt the urge to laugh. He also tried to spend as much time as possible on his day off with his family. His grandfather more often since despite his mother’s promise she couldn’t stay away long from her restaurant. In the end, it was Tae and his grandfather once again. Neither of the two men complained about it though. It was better than hearing her mother nagging about Tae’s new haircut (too flashy for his age she’d say) or his grandfather’s stubbornness in not giving up his bad habit on scaring the kids in the neighborhood. Even, Taehyung would lie if he said he didn’t enjoy seeing her face turn red every time she yelled. Boy, just how can she be so loud when she had such a petite figure? Anyway, things had somehow stabilize for Taehyung and he was content with how things were. His shift were still very hectic but with the increase of the staff, he was more at ease now than he did before. Plus, his interns were doing a fine work so far.

“Dr Kim, are you done with your shift?” A voice suddenly said walking into his office without as much as a knock. Winking playfully at the unexpected guest in his office, he said

“Yep. Are you jealous Mrs Hong nan?” The said older woman laughed humorlessly at the innocent jab and said

“Sure I am. Here are the analysis made after the blood test for Mrs Jong.”

“Oh, great. Thanks. By the way, did you make an x ray for the patient that just arrived this morning with a fractured knee?”

“Yes, here it is.”

“Uhm, thanks.” Taehyung hummed softly, reading carefully the report and examining once again the x ray. Without looking up from the papers, he said

“I see that the patient’s knee isn’t that bad, so just wrap it and send him home. For the patient where I’ve asked for the blood test, is she still here?”

“Yes.”

“I’d like to see her.” Mrs Hong Nan nodded in response. She then led him to where the patient was anxiously waiting at. After exchanging a few words with the patient to whom he announced that she was only pregnant so there was nothing to worry about, he returned to his office, took off his blouse and walked back out, heading to the hospital’s exit door. With his head dropped low, he was texting Jimin asking him if he needed a ride when he heard a familiar voice said

“Hyung!”

Turning his head to where he had been called, he couldn’t help but slightly snicker at the face making his way to him. This kid sure needs a lot of maintenance. Taehyung didn’t mind it though.

“Ya, Jungkook ah, what did I tell you about calling me hyung at work?”

“That I should only call you that when we’re outside.”

“Exactly. So why are you calling me hyung, you punk?”

“Because we’re outside the hospital and without our blouse. So I don’t see why I can’t.” Jungkook answered smugly with a smile that went against his teasing words.

How can he tease and smile so innocently at the same time? It was really something that went beyond Taehyung. Taehyung didn’t think he’ll ever get used of it.

“Anyway, are you going to the party that will be held for our department?” Jungkook asked. Unconsciously looking back to his phone and remembering Jimin, Taehyung answered

“I’ll have to. Jimin wants to go so I’ll have to go with him to not make him seem like he is self-inviting himself.” Missing the dark look, Jungkook had at the name of his best friend, Taehyung continued

“Besides the fact that I’ll have to go for Jimin’s amusement, I still have to attend since it’s the celebration of my intern’s acceptance in the department. As your professor how can I miss it huh?” Finally meeting Jungkook’s eyes, Taehyung smiled sweetly at the younger man before him and said

“You’re my responsibility after all.” Missing the short sad emotion the crossed Jungkook’s onyx eyes, he hastily said

“Oh Jimin’s waiting for me by the car already. I’ll see you there ok?”

“Yeah, see you there.” Jungkook whispered under his breath, his eyes staring blankly at the ground. Jungkook honestly couldn’t understand himself. Why did he feel sometime this dejected after talking with the older and some other time he’ll feel like he was floating on cloud nine? He really felt like he wasn’t in his right mind most of the times and it irritated him as much as it drained him. Was he going insane? Damn it, why did he constantly feel this animosity every time he thought of Taehyungie hyung with Dr Park? Why did he want Taehyung to look at no one else but him? Why was he feeling all this questioning feeling that only made him feel like later on? He guessed it was probably because it was the first time, after Seokjin hyung, he felt like someone actually saw him as him. And not as the good looking or rich Jeon Jungkook. He could only think on that explanation. Because anything else was completely foreign to him. He aces in many department alas, he did very poorly when it came to feelings. Or just anything close to affection. Jungkook guessed what he felt for the older man was affection. The kind of affection he was yet to understand.

Sighing heavily, Jungkook made his way to his car. The ride to his apartment didn’t take so long. Frankly he barely had any recollection of his ride home. Jungkook was despite his best effort lost in his thoughts. Thoughts he found too complicated to really understand. He didn’t try to keep them out of his mind though. Somehow it busied him. And because of it, he somehow became calmer and less hot tempered. Something Myungjae would gladly remind him of. Jungkook would often choose to ignore his friend when he did some of his many unintelligent remark. By now, Jungkook had gotten used of that side of Myungjae whatsoever. And it wasn’t like he was really listening to his friend that often.

Pulling over to his driveway, Jungkook made his way to his apartment in a nonchalant way. He wasn’t in a hurry anyway. Walking into the elevator, he pressed the number of his floor then pulling off the boney he had been sporting, he tiredly ran his fingers through his hair, his back propped against the elevator’s wall. Jungkook felt exhausted for some reason. Though it wasn’t all just physical. Sure he felt like his entire body was about to break but he was also emotionally drained. Perhaps because of all the thinking. No wonder he was less hot tempered. Thinking sure was tiring. Who was he to blame however? His train of thoughts came to a stop and the sound of the elevator’s door opening. Slipping his boney back on his head, he finally walked out of the elevator and to his apartment. The silence and darkness of the place he called home greeted him the second he pushed open the door and for a split second, Jungkook felt emotional. He wondered how it would be like to come back to someone waiting for you. How it would feel like to have someone welcome you back. The simple thought of him entertaining the idea shocked him more than anything. But then again, Jungkook figured he was simply starting to feel lonely. Still, it didn’t stop him from wondering why he felt that way NOW when it used to not bother him at all. In fact, he actually he enjoyed every minute of being alone. And if he did sometime want some company he never lacked the choice of company. But unlike those times, even though he felt alone, and hating every seconds of it (which was new), he didn’t want just any girl to satisfy him. Then again recently, he had no idea what he really wanted. To people next to him to his very desire, Jungkook didn’t have a clear perception of what or who can please him. Anyway, he’ll have to get ready. Thinking about things he had no answer for would only give him a migraine. The less he pondered about it, better he’ll be. Besides, Taehyung hyung will be at tonight’s party so he should be in shape if he didn’t want to be caught off guard by him like he often did when around the older man. And by staying in shape, Jungkook meant mentally of course. Taehyung hyung was after all by far the very first person he felt like he could never really win an argument with. It was crazy how much the man two years his senior could be so tridimensional. Literally, he didn’t seem real to Jungkook at all. Yet Taehyung hyung was.

After a shower, Jungkook chose a simple attire. Still it was elegant, but less classy than what he usually wears to important occasion. Since it was a party, dressing too much would only be a waste. Jungkook hated more than anything wasting anything of his. Either it was his time or sense of fashion he was rather economic. The less he lost, better he was. In this case, he didn’t want to ruin a suit when he was sure the party was going to be all about booze and more booze. With his dark hair parted on the side, showing a bit of his forehead, he slipped into a pair of black jeans, a v neck sweater with black stripes hidden under a black jacket and comfortable sneakers. It wasn’t much but he knew he’ll look good even if he wore a bag over his head. Call him conceited but he was brought up that way so it was more of a fact than a delusion. Or maybe it was only something he was used of because of his family. If he was ever going to be that conceited in front of Taehyung hyung he’ll probably get smacked really hard on the head. Just thinking about it, Jungkook unconsciously smiled at the thought. His smile was instantly replaced by a frown however when he noticed the way he was smiling all of a sudden. Something he sure as hell was not used of. Why did it feel like he as somehow becoming weirder as time progressed? He tried not to think much about it though. At that moment, his phone rang, pulling him out of his lonesome and distressing thoughts. Making his way to his balcony, he didn’t even bother checking who the caller was. In a controlled tone, Jungkook answered

“Hello?”

“Omo, what’s with the tone? Is something bothering you?” At the familiar tone, Jungkook let out a humorless laugh and said

“If you called me to nag me Seokjin hyung then just forget it. Honestly I’m not in the mood.”

“Omo, what has gotten your boxer in a twist? Gee, do you have to be this mean when I haven’t called or seen you for weeks?” Immediately feeling guilty at his cold attitude towards his one and only hyung, he rubbed repentantly the back of his nape and breathed shamefully

“I’m sorry hyung. It’s just… I don’t know why but I can’t help but feel frustrated suddenly. I can’t control my mood swing anymore.” By the way Seokjin whistled, Jungkook figured that like him he found it odd. And indeed Seokjin did.

“Wow, now that’s so unlike you. You usually have a better control of yourself. Did something happen?” Somehow Jungkook’s mouth moved faster than his mind could even fathom and before he could even restrain his mouth to ramble, he said in a tone that sounded almost desperate even to his own ears

“There’s this person that is literally driving me mad. I mean, I’ve never met anyone that can be so… Different. And yet, no matter how mad I get I can’t help but want to get closer to that person. And I don’t know what to make of this weird attitude. I feel constantly exhausted because of it. I guess that’s why I’m so hot tempered recently.” Jungkook immediately regretted opening up to his hyung when the latter suddenly burst out laughing and much to his annoyance, he commented clearly amused by Jungkook’s concern

“Oh my Gosh, could it be that you are finally learning to feel what human feels?”

“Ya, is it a laughing matter to you?” Jungkook spat back irritatingly. Seokjin must’ve noted the unpleased tone in Jungkook’s voice for he immediately tried to sooth him by saying

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry. Well then tell me what are you going to do about it then?”

“What do you mean? Nothing obviously. It’s not like I have any legit reason to be mad at that person.”

Silence.

“Hyung?” After a long while, Jungkook asked unsure as to why Seokjin who was generally more talkative suddenly talked less.

“Could it be that you don’t know what you’re feeling right now?” Seokjin suddenly asked and Jungkook couldn’t help but frown at the words.

“What do you mean?”

“That’s call love you idiot.” Jungkook was shocked. Heck, he had simply never heard anything more absurd than that. And the fact that Seokjin hung thought that he was in love for who knows what reason made it even more absurd. How did he even get to this conclusion?

“What nonsense are you spouting? Anyway why’d you called?”

“For no reason. I was just feeling down.”

“You were?” Jungkook asked now concern. Seokjin hyung wasn’t known to being tis easily down. Did something happen? Jungkook had wanted to ask, but suddenly he couldn’t. Instead he asked

“What will you do tonight then?”