twenty-three
Later that day they were all invited to join the huge birthday dinner, celebrating until late at night. Lisa actually was quite in a good mood, she'd always been close to Jungkook's family, especially his cousins. In comparison to the boy she really did have fun here. Jungkook however was in a bad mood, he constantly checked his phone but Taehyung wasn't even texting him anymore which proved a point; he probably had enough of him. Which even was totally understandable!
"I wanna sleep", Jungkook complained, playing around with Lisa's long blonde hair, "Can we dye your hair brown-"
"No, what the fuck. I like it blonde."
"You look like Barbie", Jungkook hummed, sighing to himself. "Barbie's pretty, so." Lisa snapped and turned back towards Jungkook's cousin who was their age and kept showing Lisa photos of their vacation last year in Europe.
"I'm hungry", Jungkook said again, trying to gain attention by constantly complaining over everything.
"Dinner will start in like 10 minutes", Lisa said, not even turning her head a bit.
"I have to pee."
"Oh my god, shut up", she suddenly groaned out and got up, took his cousin by her hand and then left the younger alone in his misery.
Jungkook pouted, got up as well and sat down at the dinner table where slowly but surely everyone was taking their seats, waiting for the food to arrive.
Which happened not much later.
But before they all started, Jungkook's uncle got up from his seat, smiling in the round and then having one of his typical birthday speeches.
"Welcome my favorite family! Well, I only have one haha, anyways, I'm glad all of you had time to come. Even our A+ student who definitely slays college more than all of us did, along with his beautiful, lovely girlfriend Lisa who we all love. I'm glad you guys made it work, after --- that disgusting thing-- Well. Let's not dig too deep into that-"
he was about to move on with his speech to talk about each and every guest in here. But there was someone interrupting it. A small kid, speaking up, "What did Jungkook do???"
"Nothing, kiddo. Nothing worth saying", the man quickly tried to brush it off. "Noooo, tell us!!!", the little one squeaked. "I like secrets!"
"It's not a secret. It's simply disgusting and inhuman. It's something people got killed for in the past", he grumbled, eyeing Jungkook a bit angrily.
"Yeah, say it. Tell us what I did so wrong-", Jungkook suddenly said, raising his eyebrow. He had enough of that, he didn't feel disgusting in the slightest bit.
"I won't."
"Well, then I will", Jungkook got up from his seat, bowed to the elders and then smiled sweetly. "So what my parents and my uncle try to deny is the fact that I kissed a boy, oh wait. Let me clarify that, I got fucked by one, right into my ass. And it was great. 10/10 would do it again."
Literally everyone in that room was speechless, shocked, disgusted, maybe even somewhat intrigued by the sudden confidence their usually so lovely and sweet Jungkook had.
"Leave this room", his mother said, calmly but with a deathstare like no other. Jungkook chuckled, pushed his chair back and nodded.
"Gladly."
Lisa got up as well, bowing as an apology but then having Jungkook's back, "He loves him, it's not just breaking your damn rules."
With that she grabbed Jungkook's hand and they walked out. Right when they were about to leave the door, they realised that the door was already open, someone leaning in the doorframe lazily with the brightest grin on his face.
"Oh, god. No, no, please no", Jungkook sighed, cheeks flushing red as the boy smirked even more.
"10/10, would do it again?", he teased and laughed a little, closing the doors behind them.
"What are you doing here?", Jungkook hummed, embarrassed to death. One minute earlier he was so fucking proud of himself for saying all that, standing up against his parents and for himself for once in his life, but as soon as he saw who was standing there, the pride faded into embarrassment.
"Told you, I'll come and tell them I can do you better than Lisa", he winked. "But guess that's not needed anymore, you just did that."
Taehyung leaned over, placing a small kiss on Jungkook's cheek and then took a look around the house. "Wasn't easy to find. Had to force Namjoon to hack your phone so I'd get the location."
"You could've just looked at Snapchat Maps, y'know", Jungkook murmured, walking besides him. "Guys, I really think we should leave. They'll kill us for that speech you just pulled in there", Lisa interrupted them, expression worried and a weak smile on her face.
It still hurt her to be around them, seeing them so obviously in love.
"Probably yes", Jungkook said. "Let's just go."
"Great, Jimin's waiting in the car", Taehyung grinned. "What-"
"I just planned on coming here, tell your parents I'm great and then leave again without giving you a single bit of attention since you're absolutely dumb."
"Oh, great", Jungkook said. They went up to their room, got their stuff and then rushed out of the house. Just when they were about to get in the car, someone ran out of the building. It was Jungkook's father and he looked mad.
Kook stopped, turned towards him and just waited. He knew he had to listen to what he'd say, his father would never forgive him to ignore his words. "We're leaving, Dad. Just let me be."
But his father only shook his head, "If you leave right now, I don't want to see you ever again near my house or my family."
Jungkook gulped, his stomach turned around and his heart felt so heavy, like it would drop to his knees in an instant. "Dad", Jungkook said, eyes lowered and tears welling up. "Don't say that."
"You just disrespected our whole family with what you said. You ruined your uncle's birthday, our trip, everything. Do you get it now why we didn't want to have you here in the first place? You're unworthy this family's name, Jungkook."
The younger nodded, not saying a word.
His father's gaze shifted over towards the boys who sat in the car, frozen. "Is that him?", he asked, pointing towards Taehyung. This kid fit his wife's description. "You fucking brought him here?!", his father yelled out and slapped Jungkook all across his cheeks, leaving it red and burning from pain. That's when Taehyung snapped, jumped out of the car and walked towards them. He softly put an arm around Jungkook's tiny waist and then looked at his father. "Y'know how the law forbids to punch your kid?", Taehyung asked, cocky as always. But this didn't seem to appeal to Jungkook's father at all.
"Wow. You didn't even get yourself a proper man? Just a kid with no manners towards elders. Great, Jungkook."
With that he grabbed his son by his collar and gave him another punch right into his stomach.
Taehyung flinched, for a second not knowing how to help since Jungkook's father was taller, stronger, angrier.
Jimin squeaked from the car, "Got it on video, have fun in prison, Mr Jeon", he said sweetly which finally draw the man's attention towards the kid in the car.
His face dropped, mouth went dry and his veins started popping out as the anger seemed to overwhelm his emotions.
Right when he was about to rush over to the car, Jungkook and Taehyung snapped out of shock and jumped inside.
The car started because Yoongi was on the driver's seat. Jungkook's father was left there, expressionless, blank and shocked by his own actions that could cost him everything which he realised just now.
"What's Yoongi doing here?", Jungkook asked a bit confused from where he suddenly appeared.
"Do you think I'd let my boyfriend drive such a long way with two idiots all by himself?", Yoongi snapped and Jimin smiled, put his hand on Yoongi's thigh and stayed silent, not arguing over the boyfriend-part.
Jungkook wondered but didn't ask, rubbing his cheek. "Are you alright?", Lisa asked softly. Jungkook nodded, "Sure. Not the first time he lashed out like that. He used to do that all the time when I brought home bad grades", Jungkook chuckled sadly.
"Oh baby", Taehyung sighed, kissing Jungkook's cheek softly.
"Do you really have a video of it?", Taehyung asked Jimin.
"Nah, but let him believe that. Maybe it'll change his attitude."
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