#bts-jin

Jung Se Woon and K. Will are abandoned by Monsta X after failing to recognize BTS's Jin and Seventeen's Yexi on 'The Game Caterers 2'.

On the latest episode of 'The Game Caterers 2', artists under Starship Entertainment gathered to play various games to win some late night snacks. Monsta X, Jung Se Woon, and K. Will were in a room together to play the 'person quiz' game where players are shown photos of different famous celebrities and they have to shout out the correct celebrity name within a given time limit. During one moment, Jung Se Woon was shown BTS member Jin's face, but Jung Se Woon failed to recognize Jin and was unable to say a name out loud. Seeing this, the Monsta X members and K. Will were in shock, quickly attempting to leave the room and not associating themselves with Jung Se Woon who had just failed to recognize a member from BTS.

It wasn't long after that K. Will made a similar mistake but with Seventeen's Yexi. It's no secret that Seventeen and Monsta X are close so it came as no surprise that Monsta X stood in solidarity and was heard saying, "Let's go, let's pack," as they quickly got up and hurried towards the door. A stunned-looking K. Will was heard apologizing to Yexi via the camera and told the camera's that he hadn't seen her in a long time so he didn't recognize her at first glance but assured the Monsta X members that he knew who she was.

Kim Namjoon

Jokingly calls him Appa

Gave her, her first lyric notebook (she still has it)

Went to Bang PD about at least keeping her on as a lyric writer if she wasn't going to be included in the group

Taught her the basics of the producing software

Taught her how to rap during pre-debut

For deep talks, he's the one she seeks out

They intellectually vibe on a completely different level from the other members

They recommend books to each other constantly (non-fiction traded for fiction)

Demanded he read the Harry Potter Series

Kim Seokjin

His biggest dad joke supporter

He spoils her with his cooking

Taught her how to cook her favorite meals during pre-debut

She is his biggest cheerleader when it comes to his singing

Always gave him pep talks when he was struggling the most

Calls her his baby

Foodies of the group

Gets really mad when she catches people questioning his skills in singing or dancing

Gets extra choreo lessons from her whenever he's struggling with a particular choreo

Min Yoongi

Considers her his Protégé since he teaches her how to produce

Has a lot of songs set aside for her in particular due to her voice being the only one he sees performing it

Was the first to aggressively shut down any hate she received early on in their career, he does it less now because he taught her to speak up for herself (it gets her in trouble sometimes but he always looks proud)

She has helped keep the 'Marry Me Yoongi" trend alive

She loves that he's a grumpy old man

He can't bring himself to truly scold her most of the time

He will let her hang all over him and never say a word about it

Truly helps the narrative 'Maknae on Top' when it comes to her

Jung Hoseok

Is her biggest cheerleader

Gave him the nickname 'Hobi'

She tends to crash his lives often to cause chaos

They dance together a lot just the two of them

He took care of her often when she first came to Seoul

He was the biggest driving force in adding her back into the group

Was very happy when it happened

She calls him 'Sunshine' a lot

Calls her 'little duck/duckie' more than the other members

His sister jokes about trading him for her in a heartbeat

Park Jimin

She is forever his baby

He's a momma bear when it comes to her

Cuddle buddies

They tend to pull each other out of their negative head space when they see the other in it

He taught her some of his Contemporary Dance routines in the beginning

When she has something heavy on her heart she usually seeks him out

He's the only one who ever truly knew how bad her struggles were, especially in the beginning

Pre-debut he would help her do her nails since she gets hand tremors when it's cold

His parents have also attempted to adopt her, his mom absolutely loves her to pieces

Kim Taehyung

Gave her the nickname 'little duck'

Bodyguard #2

Loves her to pieces and thinks she's the most adorable thing to walk this earth

They bring out each other's weird side

He gifts her Gucci a lot

He dotes on her heavily

If she's feeling down he will literally do anything to make her laugh/smile

When he does take photos of people it's usually of her

He will occasionally be overdramatic about how much she's grown since he met her

They like to go out to eat together

He's deemed her the baby sister of the Wooga Squad since they all think she's absolutely adorable

Will do a vibe check for any man standing close to her

Jeon Jungkook

Is her ride or die, he knows her better than she knows herself

Bodyguard #1

He is very protective of her

Anyone that's interested in her must pass his test in order for her to even think about dating them

They share 'custody' of Bam

Is her go-to drinking buddy

His parents basically adopted her, she calls them Eomma and Appa

Prank each other incessantly

Is the first person she seeks out when she's struggling with something

He talked her into learning boxing/kickboxing with him because he wants her to be able to protect herself if needed

Workout buddies

Promised to be roommates until one of them get married

Moved into the same apartment rather than living alone after the lease was up on their last dorm.

He vibe-checks any dude that wants to get close to her

He will get pouty and mildly jealous if she starts hanging out with someone else more than she hangs out with him (he can't help it)

She helped with designing some of his tattoos

He drew her first tattoo and they got their first tattoos together

Matching tattoo with Jungkook and it's high up on her rib (opposite of flower tattoo)

Drawn my Jungkook and is on her hip/thigh area

"Hey get up," he said to the man sleeping face down on his couch, with one arm hanging down clutching his gold-cased handphone.

"Who're you?" replied the man in a mumble.

"Kim Namjoon," he said as he dragged the man to sit upright to face him, "the only guy who'll let you drool on his expensive couch without punching you in the face."

Namjoon was staring at the guy, waiting for a response. He expected some kind of reaction from the younger fellow but was surprised by the lack of emotion and indifference that the boy showed.

"Where's my phone," he said looking him dead in the eyes in a monotone voice.

He looked around for his phone which he managed to retrieve from Namjoon's carpeted flooring. His phone was quite larger than the average handphone size but it looked like a toy in his large hand. It only took two seconds of scrolling through his messages to earn a sigh from him. He dropped his phone back down to the floor nonchalantly, and turned his attention back to the man in front of him. Namjoon looked at him with an expecting gaze as if the other guy was his child that was about to utter his first word.

"Tae," he started,

"What? "

"Can you tell me what happened now?"

The younger sighed, rolled his eyes, then laid back down. "I'm hungry," he then said.

"Let's go out for breakfast, maybe you could tell me then?" Namjoon offered.

"Looking like this?" he said, gesturing to the shirt he was wearing. "I look like crap."

"Then go home and change. Let's just go for brunch. Call Jimin out too. I might need another sane being to squeeze out something from you." Namjoon convinced him.

The man let out an amused chuckle at what was said to him. "I won't be so sure about calling Jimin 'sane'," he got up and picked up his phone.

"He's just as bad as the rest of us."

Namjoon watched as the guy picked up his coat that was now dry and eligible to wear unlike the state that it was in last night. The custom piece of clothing did it's job as it hugged the guy's torso perfectly. The coat from this season's latest release that was altered to fit him, hung on his body over the white shirt that Namjoon lent him like it was meant to be that way. Last night, Namjoon thought about how each person had a way with them, how they move. This morning he thought about how this man that came to him last night looking like he was completely submerged in water just earlier, had a way with him. The way he moved reminded Namjoon of a shadow, light and swift and thin. But unlike a shadow, he wasn't quiet with his ways. He was loud and chaotic and he could turn everything inside out if he wanted to. He looked like he had nothing going on in his mind, like he payed no care to the world. But in reality, in his mind was complete anarchy.

Namjoon watched as the man approached the door while on the phone with his chauffeur. He turned to Namjoon and gave a gesture that said 'goodbye' then proceeded to leave the penthouse.

•••

Namjoon could've enjoyed this kind of weather in the morning if he wasn't hungover. The sun that wasn't blocked out by the umbrella that hovered above their table on the terrace of the restaurant was hitting his face from where he was sat. He could move to another seat, but he liked this one that provided him with a view of the streets below. Besides, he liked the sun that's why his skin had a little bit more gold in it than the friend that just arrived.

He sat opposite to Namjoon who thought about the way with this friend. Park Jimin had a way with him that was just hard to explain. He was smooth but then he was rough. By his looks he was light, but his eyes pull you into darkness. Namjoon thought he resembled the roses that were surrounding them this morning. You could love roses for they are beautiful just be careful not to get pricked because like they say; "Every rose has its thorn". If you love roses and try to pick them expect a few pricks from it. Jimin was a rose that pricks itself, if it means the one who wants him doesn't get hurt.

"What happened to you? You look terrible," Jimin said.

"Do I?"

"Did you drink last night?" he asked with a subtle smile.

"What's with you?" Mon countered, stifling an amused laugh, "You're asking the question but it seems like you already know the answer."

"Someone saw you at The Penn last night," he said as he looked Namjoon in the eyes, "she said you were downing drinks like alcohol was water and you just ran a marathon."

"Is 'she' one of your playmates Jimin?" said Taehyung, suddenly joining their conversation while sitting down on another steel framed chair. "or is she one of yours? " he turned to Namjoon who just chuckled at the accusation suddenly thrown at him.

"It was Hayi," Jimin confirmed.

"Hayi? What was she doing there?" asked Namjoon.

"She was on her way home from The Cat House," said Jimin.

"Man I haven't been there since last week," Taehyung now chimed in, "my dad's been breathing down my neck these days. I can't even leave the city."

Jimin let out a small laugh, something like a giggle earning him an questioning look from the other two. "뭐?" (what?) asked Taehyung.

"Its nothing," Jimin answered shifting in his seat to face Taehyung more directly, "Its just that somebody told me that they saw you in a helicopter last night, just hovering above one spot for like two hours." He informed Taehyung.

"I was wondering why you did that and what you were doing up there," he added, "I figured that you might just be showing off, but now that I heard what you said about your dad eyeing you..." He trailed off while leaning forward with a mocking smile on his face aimed at Taehyung.

"김 태형씨," Jimin started, (Mr. Kim Taehyung,)

"Were you throwing a hissy fit up there?" he finished.

Taehyung just rolled his eyes at the teasing from the blond fellow. He was used to this kind of behavior from Jimin, he was used to him testing his patience. But Taehyung was unbothered this time. He just sank in his seat relaxing himself a little more. "That little birdie seems to have left out a little detail," started Taehyung.

"I was definitely throwing something. But it wasn't a hissy fit, I can assure you." he shot Jimin a lift of an eyebrow while catching his tongue between his teeth preventing his from grinning.

Jimin looked puzzled and perhaps a little scared of what his best friend might blurt out next. He then raised both of his brows at Taehyung, gesturing him to go on.

"I was throwing cash."

Those words would be shocking if it didn't come from Taehyung. This kind of revelation from him was nothing out of the ordinary. After all, he was the son of the city. He bleeds money and admiration from the people. The cash he was throwing out was probably only equivalent to a paper cut bleeding. Yet it still earned him a choke on water from his Mon hyung.

"He seemed to have forgotten to tell you such an important detail," he continued, "Maybe he caught a stack too? "

"Wait," said Namjoon, suddenly remembering something, "if you were up in the air last night, why did you show up at The Pearl like you jumped in a pool? "

"Because I did jump in a pool." Taehyung said nonchalantly. He said it as if everyone does it everyday. With every detail of his whereabouts last night he was beginning to seem like a crazy person. But everyone who knew him enough knows that he's not crazy, he's just real sad.

"Why did you do that?" questioned Namjoon.

"Why don't we ask Jimin, he seems to know everything." said Taehyung with a slightly teasing smile towards Jimin who replied with a laugh.

"It's not that I find out about these things myself," Jimin explained, "people tell me on their own. That's what you get when you're nice to people Taehyung."

"I wonder how it feels to be au courant with the lastest gossip," Taehyung teased.

"It feels nice," answered Jimin.

Silence was all that was heard the following second. They ate their way through the morning not hearing the answer that they asked for. Jimin and Namjoon knew better than push on the topic more, Taehyung would tell them himself later on. If the evening news doesn't beat him to it.

•••

He stared at the caller ID as if the name was going to call itself. He wondered what was wrong with him. Did he need to borrow some courage from the vodka on the trolley that was screaming his name? No. He told himself.

He needed to be alone with himself once again for the first time in a long time. He pressed on the name.

전화 거는 중 몬 형 (Dialing Mon hyung)

"Did you know why I jumped in the pool?" Taehyung said into the line not waiting for a greeting from Namjoon.

"Why did you jump in the pool?"

"I hoped that I would wake up."

"Wake up from what?"

"I wished everything was just a dream. I want it to be a dream."

Taehyung knew that the childlike confession caught Namjoon off guard. He hasn't been like this for a long time.

"I want everything to be like when we were all together. Why can't we go back?"

Silence was all Taehyung heard from the other line. His hyung was thinking again, what was he expecting?

"생각하지마 형." he begged. ("Don't think hyung.")

"What do you want me to do then? What do you want me to say?"

Like Mon with his confession, he was caught off guard this time. He hasn't really thought about what he'll get from this. He wanted some kind of satisfaction but he didn't think about how he would get it.

"What do you want Taehyung?"

He wanted to tell him some thing else.

"솔직히 말해봐." ("Tell me honestly.")

"I want him back hyung. I want to see him again."

"Don't do this to yourself Taehyung. Get some sleep."

통화 종료뒴. (call ended)

°°° Bills were dropping out from his hands and down to the city like the first snow. The people below must be going crazy.

The city looked kinda nice from Taehyung's view.

A few feet above the ground, hovering above everything and everyone. He felt proud knowing that he had this city in the palms of his hands. He looked down at the view and thought about how the illuminated highways reminded him of veins.

The veins of this city that will bleed at the slash of his sharp tongue. How pathetic.

He smiled to himself and clenched his fists. He looked down at his white knuckles and his smile faded.

These hands do nothing but everything wrong. These hands do nothing but drag people down.

He was nowhere near proud of who he was and the state that he was in right now. He thought everybody in this city was pathetic for they'd strip down and run across the street for a few bills to spend. He knew that it wasn't the situation that they wanted but it was still pathetic to him.

He thought about no matter how low those people might go they'll never be as pathetic as him. Thinking everyone was below him so that he could feel lifted but when he slips he hangs on to somebody so that he won't go down alone. He knew that that's who he was. That was the kind of person that he made himself to be.

"I'll always be here for you to call." Taehyung could still hear his hyung's words. That's what he always told Taehyung and it was true. Until wasn't anymore.

"I need you now hyung," he said to himself but more to his absent friend, "근대 너 어디야?" ("but where are you?")

He stared at his reflection as if it'll talk back and answer his question. It didn't. But even if it did answer, it won't give him the answer that he was looking for and wanted to hear. The answers were with his friend, now somewhere else and could not be reached. Taehyung thought it was time to get back down to Earth.

"Let's go down now," he said to the man in control of his father's helicopter.

The feeling of descending wasn't all that new to him, considering the fact that he dips lower everyday.

°°°

Empty.

That was what this large house was. The Mayor's house was filled with antique furniture, marble flooring, with big and bright crystal chandeliers and the house help always wandering around waiting for someone to need them. With all of the things in this house Taehyung still thinks of it as empty.

It felt cold and hollow.

In this house, he couldn't get enough peaceful sleep. He chose not to sleep anyways, he sees him in his dreams. In fact to Taehyung everything is in a dream. Or a nightmare.

And he wishes to wake up.

Taehyung wanted to wake up.

It's been years since he fell asleep, and it's also been years since his nightmare began. He wanted to wake up.

The next thing thing Taehyung knew, he was looking up at the sky that was completely deprived of stars, with half of his body submerged in cold pool water.

He found himself swallowed by the night and the lights around the familiar place that he was fond of. It wasn't his first time here and was for sure wouldn't be the last. It was late yet he was still surrounded by people. This place never ran out of people no matter what time, for they came here to think and thinking had no schedule.

It wasn't his first drink and it might not be his last. He didn't want this to happen, he only wanted answers and he seems to find one under each rocks glass that he downs. What was the question? He wasn't sure either but he knew that he asked himself something before his night began. Before he sat down on a table for two outside of this bar and café, making eye contact with the waiter as a signal to bring him another Rob Roy. He didn't mind the amount of time that he was there. He didn't mind the people that passed him by or even gave him looks, looks of curiosity, judgement, or even pity. To be honest he also wasn't quite sure how people should look at him, or how he should look at himself.

Thoughts kept on flooding his intoxicated consciousness and he wondered why he was sitting there, sipping on alcohol as if that could solve his problems. He wondered why this place provided him with so much comfort and space and his mind with silence. He guessed that that comfort just comes from his love of this place. His fondness of this noisy, busy, slightly crowded , quite hidden area of the city. Even though there were many lights the place still remained dimly lit compared to the sparkle of the rest of city. He loved this place, he can't stress that enough. He loves things that make him think, for thinking gives him great comfort. What else does he love? Life. No, not living it, but the thought of life itself. The old bookshop downtown that he always hid in when he was stressed about school. The sound of snow beneath leather boots. And Mrs. Belle.

Mrs. Belle who loved him so much. The woman who made him into who he was. The woman who gave him everything. Was that what it took? Is that how you love somebody? Do you have to give them everything and have something to hold onto?  He now thought about what a weird concept love was and why he couldn't give it to himsef.

He didn't love himself, but he wishes that he could.

His eyes caught the screen of his phone which displayed an indication that someone was calling.

"Are you at The Pearl? "  said the voice on the other line,

"No, I went out for a couple drinks." He leaned back on his chair, making himself more comfortable. "Why? "

"Nothing, I just want to get out of here,"

"I was heading home anyways, see you then," He replied.

He stood up from his position and moved with a slight sway and finesse. There was something about the way he moved, he likes to think that everyone has. The way he moved was kind yet proud, like he knew the route but not the destination. He moved like he wasn't lost at all. He held up one long arm in front of him and hailed a cab. As soon as he told the driver where to drive him to and slid into the vehicle he felt the consequences of his previous actions, although these might not be as severe as what he might be feeling tomorrow morning, they still were consequences for him. He felt dizzy and wanted nothing else but to close his eyes and rest for the night but he remembered the reason why he's coming home right now. Someone was waiting for him at The Pearl, possibly in need of a friendly advice or help. Still, he let himself dissolve into the leather back seat of the cab and waited for it to halt.

Around twenty minutes later the cab stopped in front of one of the tallest buildings in the city. He paid the driver, stumbled out of the car and planted his feet on the ground. It was past midnight, the earliest hours of a new day yet the men guarding the massive front doors looked like they were at the height of their energy. He walked on the red carpet that was always present on the way to the golden arc framing the big revolving door. The grand lobby of The Pearl welcomed him like how it always did making him feel like he was being hugged by the ocean. Everywhere you looked,  there was always something reminiscent of the water. Paintings of ships on a peaceful sea while others were caught in a storm. Statues of mermaids with harps and rusty anchors were tastefully displayed there. But the main attraction of the lobby was the giant clam in the middle,  beneath the grand crystal chandelier. It was lined with gold and other limestones morphed together to form some kind of aquamarine color. Inside the open clam was something big made to look like a pearl with the face of a beautiful woman imprinted on it. In front of the extravagant decoration was a plaque that said:

To my precious Pearl,

The most beautiful. You are still unparalleled in my heart

my entire time in this world does not compare to the time that I was with you

I let the sea hold you, and it became beautiful.

                 This is for you my love.

Beautiful words were engraved on black marble surrounded by velvet ropes on cold steel columns that stood just until his stomach. The message never fails to make him smile just like it did just then, a smile which he carried on his face as he entered the elevator.

As he approached the door of his place he saw a figure sitting on the carpeted hallway floor with one leg extended and the other bent with his knee elevated acting as his arm rest while his head hung low. He was right. The man who called him was in distress, and needed him. He walked over to him and just stood there in front, towering over him.

"Why are you all wet?" he questioned.

"Champagne shower?" the man answered as if he expected him to believe his excuse.

He chuckled at the answer given to him, he wasn't satistifed with it but he knew that he couldn't get the truth out of the guy out here.

"Let's talk inside." he said as he entered the passcode and stepped inside, with the man following him.

•••

The man was now in his shirt and watching tv while devouring a bag of chips. He looked like a kid doing this, but a kid was far from what the guy was as far as Mon knew.

"Tae," he called for the guy while leaning on the kitchen counter where he could clearly see the guy on the sofa and the show that he was watching, "can you tell me what happened now? It's late and I need to sober up, I have work tomorrow. "

"Why don't you sober up first, hyung? I'll be here until the morning."

"Who gave you permission to do so? " he replied, amused by the boy in his living room.

"Mon hyung," he shifted in his seat, speaking like he was annoyed "I do this all the time, what's the difference tonight?"

"There isn't. "

"See? Then go sleep. I'll talk to you in the morning."

He laughed at the younger's conviction yet he complied anyway. He made his way towards his bedroom and plopped himself down on the bed. He had been thinking for the whole of the night, it is time for rest.