Visiting day was always the worst.

It was the one day Jungkook dreaded, because it meant his parents would come all the way to his school to meet him. He doesn't know why, it's not like they gave him any attention back at home.

Jungkook was quite neglected as a child. His parents, both rich and running a million dollar company, were quite busy with work. He was taken care of by numerous nannies. But being alone was something he got used to at home. Once middle school was over, his parents sent him over to boarding school- making up some shit excuse about 'teaching him how to be independent'. He already knew how to be independent.

To be abrupt, Jungkook was rich. In the social elite. His parents gave to many charities and said a bunch of bullshit to get more people buying their stuff. Truth was, they didn't care about any of that. His mother only cared about fancy clothes and how people see them, and his father only cared about money.

So here he was, 10 am on a Sunday morning, in the cafetaria. Tables were filled with students and their parents, talking rapidly. Jungkook could see Jimin on the side, laughing airily while talking to his mother, who had warm eyes.

"Your parents not here yet?" A deep voice broke his chain of thoughts, and Jungkook turned to the side and saw V walk up to him, wearing a grey jacket with the hood on and black track pants. Dressed quite casually than the other kids, who all dressed up neatly to see their parents.

"Yeah. Tell me if you see an overly dressed woman and a man who looks like he doesn't give a shit about his son, 'cause that'll be my parents." Jungkook said, and V snickered, leaning against the wall beside him.

"Where are your parents?" Jungkook asked, and V took a sip of the orange juice in his cup.

"Eh. They don't come to these things." V said, and then looked at Jungkook, who hummed, not questioning further.

"By the way- um- y'know the test we had on Thursday? Well I got it back, and I got a B+." V said with a smile, and Jungkook gasped, standing up straight.

"Really? Oh my gosh- V, that's so great!" Jungkook said softly, and then reached forward, but then realised V said not to touch him in public, so instead he resorted to patting V's shoulder. "Good job."

"It's all thanks to you, mr. A star student." V said with a small grin, and Jungkook laughed at that.

"Well, thanks to you, mr. Star athlete, I'm not that shitty at football anymore." Jungkook said, giving him a coy smile and poking his chest lightly.

Jungkook turned around with a spin, and then let out a grunt when he saw his parents enter the cafeteria from the other side. "I've gotta go. See you later?" Jungkook said to V, who nodded with a knowing look.

Jungkook rushed towards his parents. His mother, who was in a fur coat and big glasses and a high bun, and his father, who was in a dark trench coat and jeans and some fancy belt. Did they really have to dress like that to a school?

Jungkook waved at them, and then saw his mother smile and walk up to them, his father following behind her. "Oh, Jungkookie! Look at you- my handsome son." She said, walking up to him and hugging him tightly.

"Hi mom." Jungkook said, and she pulled away from the hug. They found a table and sat down on it, and Jungkook looked at them with a small smile on his face. The least he could do is try.

"How's the company?" Jungkook asked.

"Good. We're flying to New York tomorrow night for a meeting with an American company. It's great. You'll honestly love working there. Y'know, once you get out of school and do business in University." His mother said with a warm smile, squeezing his hand.

Jungkook chuckled nervously. "Would you want me working for your company, though? Can't really do much-"

"Yes. No question about it. Hopefully you'll get married by the time you're 25 to a nice girl, preferably one from a nice business family." The father said, and Jungkook's breath hitched.

"Right. Um- anyways. School's going well. I got an A in all my subjects-"

"Just an A? You couldn't get an A+?" His father snapped, and Jungkook looked at him uncertainably.

"I-I did. In Biology and-and Chemistry. I think I got one in maths too-"

"Think?" His father cut him off, and Jungkook looked down, fiddling with his fingers on his lap. "Well, I-I did some extra credit to get my grade up from A-"

There was a silence, with his father taking out his phone to check it for a moment. Jungkook turned to look at his mom. "Um- my art teacher put one of my artwork's in this exhibition she was holding. And- many people saw it and said it was really good, and it might go on the newspaper-"

"Don't waste too much time on all that, Jungkook. Spend more time on polishing your subjects that will actually be important." Jungkook's father said sternly, and Jungkook's face fell a little.

"Yeah.. um- I-I actually really like doing art. I mean, of course I focus on my other studies too! But, my teacher also said I-I'm really good at it. And she said if I do it in the future as a career-"

"Art as a career? Have you lost your mind?" Mr. Jeon snapped, and Jungkook tensed. "Since when did you get so caught up in all this art stuff? Snap out of it and focus on what's important. Like football. I hope you haven't dropped that for all these girly things."

Jungkook was frozen for a while, and Jungkook's mother sighed. "Sweetheart- Jungkook's always been interested in arts. Ever since he was a kid.. but, anyways. Kookie, show us your dorm room! We've never seen it."

Jungkook nodded faintly, getting up, head held heavy. He walked out of the cafeteria along with his parents. They began discussing some business related thing which Jungkook didn't care about as they walked up the steps to go to the dorm rooms.

All he could think about was how his parents were so goddamn annoying and literally didn't care about his wellbeing. They didn't know anything about him.

He could feel himself getting angrier as he kept walking. How can they call themselves his parents when the only parental thing they've done is fund his education? Maybe they should know. They should know what happens when you ignore your child and force him into things he doesn't want to do.

Jungkook was angry. And with anger, comes strange impulses. A spontaneity. A spur, something that fizzed in his brain and made him compulsive. Doing something without thinking. He was sooo angry.

For walking down the hallway, he saw V walk out of his dorm, and there wasn't anyone else on the floor except his parents, V, and him. So Jungkook did it. He acted dumb.

"Mom, dad," Jungkook started, and then reached forward and grabbed V's arm. "I want you guys to meet someone."

V looked a little confused, wondering why Jungkook was introducing him, of all people. Jungkook's mother smiled. "Oh, hello. You must be Jimin."

"No mom. This is V. He's the captain of the football team." Jungkook said with a nod, and his father suddenly nodded with a classic business smile. "Ah. Glad to know Jungkook's making good friends."

V smiled awkwardly, not knowing how else to react. Jungkook suddenly linked his hands around V's arm. "No dad. V's not my friend." Jungkook said, and then he gave V a small smile, and then looked at his parents, eyes glinting. "He's my boyfriend."

His mother gasped. His father froze. And V just choked on his spit.

"He's your what?!" Jungkook's father snapped, and Jungkook blinked at them in innocent confusion, smiling while tilting his head.

"My boyfriend. Aren't you, babe?" Jungkook asked softly, and V felt a jab to his side, and nodded hurriedly. "Yes- y-yes I am that." V mumbled, and Jungkook gave him a look and then smiled at his parents.

"What- what is this? Are you joking?" Jungkook's father snapped, and Jungkook shook his head.

"Sweetie I'm sure this is just one of those teenage phases you're going through. You're just friends, nothing more, I'm sure!" Jungkook's mother tried, and Jungkook smiled.

"It's not, mom." They blinked at him in confusion. Jungkook smiled harder. "I'm gay."

His mother spluttered out a gasp, and his father still stood there shocked. V widened his eyes at that one too, but then gulped, pretending this was information he already knew.

"You're what?!" Mr. Jeon snapped once again, and Jungkook sighed.

"I'm gay. I like men. I'm never going to marry a business family girl." Jungkook said with a fake sadness. "You know what!" Jungkook gasped, eyes growing big. "Maybe, instead- I can marry a rich CEO! Wouldn't that just be so beneficial, father?"

V sealed his lips, trying not to laugh. Jungkook turned to the side and kissed his cheek. "Oh, but don't worry. I'm still focusing on my studies. In fact, V's helped me improve so much in football. We practice every day! Don't we?" Jungkook asked, nudging V really hard again.

"Yup. We do." V choked out, and Jungkook smiled. "Y'know what they say. Any hole, is a goal-"

"Jungkook this can't happen- you know you can't do this." Mr. Jeon growled lowly, and V gulped, but Jungkook giggled. Giggled. It was like he was drunk. Drunk off this high he was feeling. He felt like he had metaphorical big tits, like he could rule the world.

"You're right. It would be a shame if I was gay." Jungkook said, and then let go of V. But then, he looked up. "It would be a bigger shame if I were to, y'know, release a statement online about how you two are homophobic. Especially when one of your biggest clients is gay herself. I'm sure she'd love to drop you guys as a company when she finds out you're homophobic. It'll only lose you.. what, a million dollars?" Jungkook said, innocently tilting his head.

V smirked to himself, and coughed into his hand in an attempt to hide it. "Good god, this is enough. I'm going to pass out! C'mon dear, let's go. W-we'll see you some other time.. Jungkook." Mrs. Jeon said, and then turned around and stormed right down the hallway, and left.

There was a silence, and V looked around, thankful that no one saw them. He cleared his throat, hands in his pockets. "Any hole.. is a goal?"

But Jungkook looked nervous, gulped. "C-can we please go into y-your room?" Jungkook said in a small voice, and V nodded, and the two quickly walked towards V's room. V opened his door and walked in, and once they were secluded, Jungkook grabbed his shirt.

He pressed their lips together, and V just grabbed his hips, trying to slow him down. Jungkook was messy with the kiss, breathing into it, clearly not in the right state. Jungkook pushed V until he sat onto the bed, and climbed on his lap, straddling him.

V pulled away and looked at Jungkook in confusion, pulling his hands down. "Jungkook slow down," V said sternly, and Jungkook looked at him for a few seconds, and then burst into tears.

V's eyes turned big, and Jungkook continued crying, reaching his hands to his face. V circled his arms around Jungkook's waist.

"Oh baby, what's wrong?" V said softly, and somehow that got Jungkook to cry harder.

"I-I'm s-s-so stupid, t-talking non-nonsense- forced y-you to act a-as my boy-boyfriend-" Jungkook sniffled, and V reached his hands under Jungkook's sweater, massaging his waist softly. "I'm sorry." Jungkook let out, trying to stop his crying.

"It's okay. Let it out, let it all out. You can cry." V whispered, and Jungkook felt fat tears roll down his red cheeks. "There you are." V talked low, and Jungkook sniffled, gripping onto V's shoulders with his fingers.

"I j-just.. wanted my parents to know t-that they know nothing about me. B-but I shouldn't have told them like this.. I-I shouldn't have dragged you into it." Jungkook said, and V kissed his cheek.

"It's okay. I don't mind. I just... I-I didn't know you were gay." V said softly, and Jungkook's breath hitched. "Like.. you told me you were into girls too."

Jungkook nodded, looking down. "I.. um.. I thought you would react badly. I-I knew I was gay.. just didn't want people finding out. You know how everyone is." Jungkook said, and V pursed his lips.

"Yeah, I get it. I mean, that's completely fine with me. I don't care if you're gay or- or whatever." V said, and Jungkook looked at him. "I mean I'm straight! 101%.. but still. It's cool that you're gay." V said quickly, and Jungkook let out a small smile.

"Thanks." Jungkook squeaked, and V looked up at him. "God, you're pretty." V let out, and Jungkook froze.

He felt a deep blush set into his cheeks. "So soft and-and pretty. And you like being called baby, don't you?" V said, and Jungkook blushed harder and nodded, tugging on his bottom lip.

"Hm? Baby likes it?" V smirked, and Jungkook whacked him on the shoulder. "Shut up." Jungkook squeaked out, and then cleared his throat.

"Do you mind sucking me off right now?" V asked, and Jungkook hesitated.

"Um.. k-kind of. I'm not really in the mood right now. Sorry. I'll-I'll leave you alone." Jungkook said quickly, getting up from his lap.

V grabbed his arm and pulled him down onto his lap. "It's fine, dumbass. Let's play videogames." V said, and Jungkook snickered.

"Sure thing, dude." Jungkook said, and V looked at him.

"Dude. Really? I called you baby, and I get dude in return?" V scoffed, and Jungkook laughed.

"Why, do you want a nickname too... babygirl?" Jungkook whispered, wiggling his eyebrows, and then giggled when V let out a fake puke noise.

"No thanks. How about... daddy?"

Jungkook made the fake puking noise this time, and V whacked his arm. Jungkook started laughing hard, practically falling to the floor. "F-fuck- did you really just say daddy-"

"I'm kidding!" V snapped, and Jungkook continued laughing hard, clutching his stomach. "I'm sorry- I just-" Jungkook tried, but then began wheezing.

"Bro it's a joke. I don't want that shit coming from your mouth. Plus, girls call me daddy all the time. It's cool." V said, grabbing a controller.

Jungkook wiped the tear from his eyes, sighing. "Sure thing, father." Jungkook said, and V smacked his thigh. "That's weird!" V snapped.

"Papa?"

"I hate you."

"What do you want me to call you? Your name consists of one syllable, it's kind of annoying." Jungkook said, and V looked at him, and smirked a little.

"Well I guess you're not finding out what my name is, then. keeps the mysterious charm." V said, and Jungkook grabbed a controller as well, sitting on the bed with his back against the wall, facing the tv, squished right beside V.

"Okay.. fine. I'll find out someday, V." Jungkook said, and saw V put on some game, humming.

Jungkook turned to the side, taking a second to look at V, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Thanks." He said quickly, and then V smacked his thigh lightly.

"Don't be gay about it. I was just helping out. I'd do it for anyone." V said, and Jungkook hummed to himself, nodding quickly and looking ahead.

V sighed, dropped the controller and pressed a chaste kiss to Jungkook's lips. Jungkook squeaked out in surprise, and then V grabbed the controller again and faced ahead. Jungkook just smiled.

"No homo." V said quickly, and Jungbook burst into giggles.