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3 YEARS LATER

Jungkook's deep brown eyes opened, and he felt the silk sheets caressing his pale skin, the light from the morning sun pouring into the room, making Jungkook close his eyes, resting his cheek against the pillow for a few seconds. He could hear the soft sounds of the ocean water lapping against the beach from the near distance, a soft hum in the wind.

3 years. His mind reminded him, and Jungkook's eyes shot back open.

It's been 3 years.

Jungkook sat up, not liking the thoughts cluttering his brain, images in his mind which won't go away. Jungkook licked his soft lips and got up from the bed, feeling the carpeted floor under his feet.

He grabbed the light golden satin robe lying on the hook beside the door and draped it around him, covering his body which was only in lace underwear. He walked out the room, yawning to himself lightly.

He reached the stairs leading down stairs and then heard a voice. A voice which sent a small smile to his face. A voice he'd grown used to. One he'd missed for a while but now had returned. Quite the surprise to Jungkook.

"You're back." Jungkook let out softly, a small smile gracing his face. The man turned to look at Jungkook, and smiled himself.

"I am, baby. Flight landed last night. Didn't want to wake you up." He said, and Jungkook smiled, seeing the fading lines of silver hairs in his dark hair.

Jungkook walked up to him, feet padding against the marble floor. "I wish you didn't have to go to Korea so often." Jungkook said, and the man sighed, walking closer to Jungkook and placing his large hands on his tiny waist.

"I wish I didn't either. But I have so much work there still. Stuff I need to deal with." The man said, and Jungkook hummed, and then reached forward, clutching the man's collar.

"Well.. you're going to work again?" Jungkook asked, and the man nodded. "You know I have to, doll." The man said in his deep voice, and Jungkook bit his lip and nodded.

"That's okay.." Jungkook said, and the man lifted Jungkook's chin up so they were looking at each other. "You don't seem that uplifted today. Everything alright?"

Jungkook nodded, lashed fluttering softly. The man sensed his discomfort and sighed. "It was today, wasn't it?" The man said, and Jungkook nodded again, looking down.

"Today was when your friend passed away. What was his name? Tae- Tae-"

"Taehyung." Jungkook said, and then looked up.

"It's okay. I'll be fine soon. You, on the other hand, need to leave in a half hour. Can't keep going late to work." Jungkook said, and then reached away from the hug and walked towards the kitchen. Jungkook heard a deep chuckle.

"Can't be late if you own the place, baby." Jungkook heard the reply, and giggled lightly.

"I know, Chris. But if all your employees see their CEO walking in late every day it won't put a good impression in their heads." Jungkook said, and then looked at the older man who was standing outside the kitchen, typing on his laptop.

Jungkook took out a carton of juice, and then heard a clearing of throat. "I've eaten breakfast already, Jungkook. Someone woke up late." Chris said, and Jungkook heard the graveness in his tone.

Jungkook put the carton of juice back and then placed his hand against the kitchen doorway, looking at Chris. "I'm sorry. I-I didn't know you'd come back today-"

Chris smirked. He sat down on the chair and patted his thigh to which Jungkook smiled lightly and walked up to him, sitting down on his lap. "Don't worry about it, princess." Chris whispered, and Jungkook wrapped his arms around his neck.

"C'mon. I need to go to work now." Chris said, and Jungkook whined, plaving his head on his wide shoulder, smelling the familiar scent of aftershave. "Can I come with you?"

"Is princess getting bored at home?"

Jungkook nodded, pouting. "Nothing to do here."

"Well, I can't take you to work today, Kook. Got some important clients coming. But-" Chris started, standing up so Jungkook was off his lap. He grabbed his phone and bag, dressed in his expensive suit with his hair styled back. "You can treat yourself on a little shopping trip. How about that?" Chris said, taking out a credit card.

Jungkook huffed, but nonetheless grabbed the credit card out of the man's hands, slipping it in the pocket of his robe. "Okay.. I'll take it."

"Buy yourself a pretty shirt, yeah? Got a fancy office party coming up." Chris said, walking towards the door. "Now come give daddy a kiss." Chris said with a smirk, and Jungkook rushed up to him, reaching up on his tippy toes and giving the man a kiss on the lips.

Chris held onto Jungkook's hand, and then pulled away and frowned. "Where's your ring?"

"It's just on the nightstand. I took it off while sleeping. Sorry." Jungkook said, and Chris sighed.

"Stop apologising, princess. I was just asking. Make sure to keep it on you. Anyone who sees that big diamond on your finger will know who you belong to instantly." Chris said, and Jungkook giggled.

"Bye!" Jungkook called, waving his hand as Chris walked out the front door and to one of his five cars, getting in the back seat which was held open by the chauffeur.

Jungkook sighed, and then turned around, walking away from the door and towards his bedroom. He took his robe off, placing the credit card on the side table. He saw the fat diamond engagement ring lying there and picked it up with a small smile.

He slid it over his ring finger where it's supposed to be- and he's stupid, he shouldn't have taken it off, even if to sleep. Jungkook hummed gently, some tune he'd heard on tv. He walked to his closet, looking for clothes to wear after taking his bath.

Jungkook slid the door open and stepped into his walk in closet, trailing his eyes over the tens of gucci shirts and others, tracing his hand through the fabric, wondering which one he should wear. He knew it was cold outside, almost Christmas, so he'd have to wear a jacket.

Jungkook took out a pretty shirt with some embroidery on it along with some slim trousers. He looked for his Chanel jacket but couldn't find it, and huffed. Jungkook looked through all of the compartments, all the drawers,and couldn't find it.

Jungkook opened a cupboard which he frankly hadn't opened for some time which held some jackets in it, and tried looking for his Chanel one. His hand roamed around, and he saw black colour, and let out a little aha! and took out the jacket.

Jungkook froze.

It wasn't his Chanel jacket.

It was black. A leather jacket.

Taehyung's black leather jacket.

Jungkook stood there for a few seconds, looking at the jacket in his hands. He felt the material with his thumbs, and- for some reason -brought it closer to his face, smelling it, trying to look for some scent. Jungkook pulled away, and then looked inside the jacket.

He almost smiled when he saw an old stain of blood inside. Of course. Jungkook looked at the long body mirror, holding the jacket in his hands.

And then, for some reason, he fit his arm into the holes of the jacket, wearing it. In nothing but lace blue panties. Jungkook looked at himself.

It reminded him of the time he wore this 3 years ago. Only 18.

"F-Fuck-" Taehyung had let out upon seeing Jungkook, and Jungkook giggled to himself, cheeks tinted upon seeing Taehyung's response. He doesn't know why, but he'd walked into their bedroom and realised it was one of their last night's in Korea, and wanted to have some fun. So he dressed up in his blue panties and in Taehyung's leather jacket and stepped out.

He'd walked closer to the man, whose grey hair accentuated his handsome face, eyes wide, mouth parted, looking at Jungkook like he was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in his life. It made Jungkook kind of upset, because Taehyung was in fact the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. And sometimes it felt like Taehyung didn't see that.

So Jungkook walked closer to him and sat down on his lap- feeling the cheap material of the blue cotton against his hips. He didn't really care. All that mattered was Taehyung.

Jungkook's breath hitched when Taehyung took the front of the leather jacket and pulled it down, revealing Jungkook's shoulder. "My beautiful dollie." Taehyung whispered, and kissed Jungkook's shoulder.

Jungkook shivered under his touch and tipped his head back. He saw how the moonlight fell on the man's face, and how Jungkook had reached his hand forward, intertwining his hand with his. And he'd think.

Think about how he wanted to spend every night looking at him like this. How beautiful he was when he smiled and looked back at him. How much Jungkook loved him. How-

Jungkook snapped his head out of his trance, ridding his head of all these thoughts. Jungkook took the jacket off in an instant, folding it neatly and placing it back into the cupboard.

Why was he even having these thoughts? It's been 3 years. Jungkook could pridefully say he's moved on. Might've been hard, but he has. And now he has a beautiful man who he'd been with for 2 and a half years, who he loved as much, if not more. Who gave him everything he needed and never asked for much.

Taehyung was right, on his death bed. He was right. He was right when he said Jungkook could live without him. Because Jungkook could.

Jungkook decided to just wear any other jacket that he finds. He walked to the bathroom and entered it, seeing the heater already having the water heated up. His rose scented bubble soap had filled the tub, and he smiled, remembering to thank the maid later for doing that.

Jungkook took his panties off and got into the tub, feeling the warm water soak him up. The soap felt nice, and a few bubbles rose to the surface, which made Jungkook smile. He picked up the foam with his hands and giggled, rubbing it over his shoulder and chest.

He kicked his little feet in the water, letting out a squeal of delight when the water got on his face, giggling to himself. He was going to put in more soap, when he realised what he was doing. 

Stop being childish, Jungkook thought, and then relaxed back against the tub, deciding against being stupid and doing dumb baby things. 

After twenty minutes in the bath, Jungkook got out and dried himself, and then reached the counter and blow dried his hair. He did a little bit of makeup with his perfectly manicured fingers, looking at his body in the mirror.

He had a weighing scale beside him and stepped on it. He looked at the weight, and cursed under his breath. Still need to lose 2 kilos.

Jungkook got off the scale and walked to the walk in closet, quickly putting his clothes on. He grabbed a brown Burberry coat and put it on, grabbing his Chanel sunglasses and putting them on. 

Having a rich fiancee sure had its pros. 

After eating one half of an apple, Jungkook walked out the house, closing the door behind him. He walked towards the car, having the back door to his car that Chris bought for him opened. Jungkook stepped in.

"Where today, sir?"

"Westfield." Jungkook said, and the man started driving. Jungkook looked out the windows as the car pulled out of the  metal gates, taking in the suburban view of New York City.

Funny how he got from Chicago to New York, a story he doesn't really like to think of. He was glad he was in New York. For living in Chicago was one of the worst experiences of his life.

The driver turned the radio on, and Jungkook's breath hitched.

Old One Direction music. Jungkook gulped and bit his lip, trying not to let any memories cross his mind.

But then Jungkook eased. Why should it bother him anyway? It's been years.

Once they reached the mall, Jungkook walked through the doors of it and towards the store he knows he'd be able to buy a nice shirt in. He went to Gucci.

"Just wait, dollie. One day- when I'm rich and you're rich and we're living in a big house. I'll have all designer clothes. Gucci, too."

Jungkook laughed, holding a half empty bowl of ramen in his hands, which he kept on the coffee table, looking at Taehyung who was standing. "Gucci? Tae- they don't sell dusty leather jackets in Gucci."

Taehyung glared at him playfully, making Jungkook giggle. "Well that's why it's designer, baby."

"And where will you wear these Gucci clothes? To the beach?" Jungkook asked, and Taehyung walked closer to him, sitting down.

"To our children's school events." Taehyung whispered, and Jungkook's doey eyes widened, lips turning to a smile.

"Why?" Jungkook whispered back, because suddenly it was like they were discussing a secret.

"So all the other parents know not to mess with the coolest parents on the block. Two gorgeous dads, one who wears Gucci, and the other oversized pink sweaters."

Taehyung said, and Jungkook started laughing, reaching forward to climb on his lap.

"I love you so much." Jungkook whispered, and Taehyung grinned, gripping Jungkook's hips. "Not as much as I love you, baby." Taehyung replied, looking up at him with sparkling eyes.

Dammit. Jungkook should stop, should really stop thinking these useless things. Today could practically be insignificant to him. He should grow with the years.

Jungkook walked into the Gucci store, and saw the people working there spot him and all stand up a little straighter, clear their throats. "Mr. Tang! How are you? Here to buy another purse?"

"Shirt this time, Sharon. Wanted something with some pretty embroidery." Jungkook said, upholding the name he has, acting 'snooty' because acting childish and like an oblivious baby never got him very far.

"Of course, sir. How's your fiancee?" The woman asked, and Jungkook hummed, because he knew everyone knew who Christopher Tang was. "Good." Jungkook replied, and then looked around the store.

Half an hour later, Jungkook had bought a shirt and a purse. Could you blame him, really? The woman at the store kept chatting to him, and honestly, Jungkook didn't know how to respond.

"I-I just-" Jungkook started, but then cleared his throat, realising he wasn't a child anymore and shouldn't stutter. "I just wanted to but some shoes, actually. Maybe some nice ones-"

"We have shoes that'll go great with that purse, sir." The woman said with a smile,and Jungkook sighed.

"Well if I'm getting matching shoes I might as well get the matching belt." Jungkook huffed, and the woman laughed, knowing she was getting paid per commission. Jungkook smiled back, but then heard the wavering voice.

"K-Kookie?"

Jungkook froze at the voice, and turned his head. His eyes widened, mouth falling open into a confused yet happy smile.

"Jimin?" Jungkook let out, seeing the now pink haired boy standing there, holding a small shopping bag. Jungkook and Jimin stood there for a few seconds, just staring.

"O-oh my god," Jungkook stammered, and then dropped the bag into the woman's hands and rushed over to Jimin. Jungkook wrapped his arms around him, hearing Jimin let out an equally confused yet happy laugh.

What the fuck was going on- why was Jimin here? How- how was Jimin here? "W-what- what're you doing here?" Jungkook squeaked, and then pulled away from the hug.

"W-we're here for the weekend."

"...We?" Jungkook asked, and then Jungkook turned and saw a black haired man he hadn't seen for far too long standing there with a shocked expression.

"J-Jungkook-" Yoongi let out, and Jungkook forgot every name and prestige he had to hold up for a second and rushed over to Yoongi, hugging him tightly. Yoongi hugged him back, wrapping his arms around his waist.

Jungkook dug his head into his neck, trying not to cry, trying his hardest not to-

"Oh, baby, don't cry." Yoongi whispered softly, and Jungkook bit his lip and then, yes, started crying.

Yoongi pulled away from the hug, and wiped the tears from Jungkook's cheek. "W-wow. Look at you all grown up, pet." Yoongi said, and Jungkook let out a teary smile, wiping his tears quickly.

Jungkook turned around, seeing the women in the store looking very confused. "J-Just pack it for me, I'll c-come and pay later." Jungkook said, and the woman nodded.

Jungkook grabbed Yoongi's hand and dragged him outside, Jimin following. Jungkook, once outside, collapsed into his arms again.

It felt nice to be held by someone he missed after many years. "Y-Yoongi-" Jungkook squeaked, and Yoongi, while hugging him, smiled at Jimin.

"I told you coming to Gucci would be a good idea." Jimin said, and Yoongi snickered, squeezing Jungkook's waist. "Not for my bank account, Jimin." Yoongi replied, and Jungkook started giggling.

"You guys have to tell me everything! Let-let's go have some coffee." Jungkook said, and Yoongi and Jimin agreed with a smile.

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"-turns out in that courtroom, the lawyer from the other side had actually slept with Jimin once in his stripper days. So, obviously, Jimin threatened to tell his wife and kids that he slept with him if he didn't let us go. Way too easy. So, yeah, Jimin and I got out after six months." Yoongi said, and Jungkook grinned.

"That-that's so great. Prison must've been hard." Jungkook said, and Yoongi chuckled.

"Not really, y'know. I mean, Jimin, Hoseok, Jin and I were all together. And we were known for being Mafia 'baddies' so no one messed with us. Also- one of the guard men knew Jackson and kind of made life really easy for us in prison." Yoongi said, and Jimin smiled.

"Yep. Jackson's a great guy. Would you believe that him and Mark and all those other Wang guys opened a shelter home and clinic?? For sexual assault and rape victims?" Jimin said, and Jungkook gasped.

"R-Really?" Jungkook asked, and Jimin chuckled. "Yeah! Hoseok and Jin had to spend another 6 months in there without us. But they're both out now. Hoseok's in Singapore. He has a bunch of friends there and- last I called him he seemed happy." Jimin said, and Jungkook smiled.

"And Jin?"

"Oh- well, after everything that happened to Namjoon, Jin decided he needed to take a break and went.. somewhere. No clue where he is. Totally off the grid. Probably meditating in the forests." Yoongi said, and Jungkook giggled at the last part, but then frowned.

"What happened to Namjoon?" Jungkook asked, and Jimin and Yoongi both looked at each other, and gulped.

"He's still in prison."

"W-what?" Jungkook let out, and Jimin sighed. "Yeah. Wasn't as easy for him and your father. Both got sent to a way worse prison for some reason. I mean, there is a reason, but it sucks. For Namjoon. Not your father. Namjoon still has 7 years left to spend in there." Yoongi said, and Jungkook frowned and looked down.

Every time he thought of Namjoon he got tears in his eyes. He missed him so much, perhaps the most, knowing Namjoon will have to live thinking Jungkook never wanted to see him. And-and to know he's still rotting in there? It hurt.

"That-that's.. terrible. But- what're you guys doing here?" Jungkook asked, and Jimin sighed.

"We wanted to get out of Korea. Asia, in fact. Turns out, Mark's like really good at just popping out visas and passports to America since he's American or whatever. So we moved to New York. And- turns out, you're here!" Jimin grinned, and Jungkook returned the smile.

"Tell us, Koo. How was everything for you? I can't even begin to imagine.. you were all alone.. Taehyung and all of us gone. How'd you manage?"

"It-it's a really long story." Jungkook said. "I rather not get into it. But- 6 months after moving to the States- I met Chris."

"Chris?" Yoongi asked, and Jungkook smiled a bit. "Yeah. Chris Tang. He's half Korean half American. CEO of Alphacom-"

"Wait, Alphacom? That's that really big company which makes electronics and stuff, right? Woah- they're crazy expensive!" Jimin said, and Jungkook giggled.

"Yeah..Um- he's really.. sweet. He's a little older than me, but when we met, I-"

"How much older?" Yoongi asked, and Jungkook bit the inside of his cheek.

"Well he's- he's 39." Jungkook said, and Yoongi and Jimin's eyebrows both shot up at the same time. "I know what you're thinking- but-but he's really nice. And he treats me well."

Yoongi was about to say something, but then Jimin scoffed. "Yeah, I can tell. Look at this gigantic diamond on your hand, Jesus." Jimin said, and Jungkook giggled, reaching his hand forward to show the diamond ring.

"Holy shit- that must've been expensive." Yoongi mumbled, and then looked up. "Would it be rude if I asked how much it was?"

Jungkook shook his head. "85,000 dollars." Jungkook said in a small voice, and Jimin literally exploded, holding his head in his hands.

"Jesus fucking Christ. That- t-that's a lot. Wow." Jimin said, and Jungkook giggled, not knowing how else to respond.

They talked for another two hours or so, and Jungkook felt happy, oh so happy- to finally be able to get a piece of his heart back. They shared stories and kept laughing the whole time, and Jungkook felt like he was 18 again, sitting in the dining area in his old house with Jimin and Yoongi. It really did feel like that.

Finally, after ages, Jungkook decided that he'd have to go home because it was already a little late. He hugged them both tightly, and they shared numbers and addresses, and decided to meet up again in a few days.

"Y'know, Kook, I think Taehyung would be so proud of you." Yoongi said softly after hugging him, and Jungkook looked up at him with his big eyes. "To see how far you've come. How happy you are. You've managed. You survived. That's all he wanted." Yoongi said, and Jungkook let out a small smile.

"Y-you think so?" Jungkook squeaked, and Yoongi nodded, giving him a smile. Jungkook looked relaxed, and then sighed.

"Thank you. I love you guys. I'll call you, okay? Bye!" Jungkook said, and then waved his hand to them and walked off.

Jimin and Yoongi stood there for a few seconds, watching Jungkook go out.

"Why didn't you tell him the truth?" Jimin asked, and Yoongi snickered.

"He'd lose his fucking mind if he finds out his father's out of prison but Namjoon isn't." Yoongi said, and then Jimin turned to face him.

"Not that- I mean about how Taehyung died. Don't you think he deserves to know?" Jimin asked, and Yoongi looked at him.

"It's of the past, Jimin. Jungkook's clearly buried the subject and he's at a much better place now. He's happy. Let's just go home, okay?"

Jimin sighed. "Fine. But I'm waiting for my big fat diamond ring one day." Jimin said, and Yoongi squeezed his hand with a small smile.

"It's coming, Jiminie. Don't worry." Yoongi replied, and Jimin giggled.

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Jungkook walked upstairs, and then froze in surprise when he saw Chris standing by the bedroom, still in his navy trousers, white shirt, and fat tie. The suit jacket obviously taken off. "Came quite late today, baby." Chris said, and Jungkook looked at him with big eyes.

"Sorry. I-I actually met up with some friends, and-"

"I told you to always come back home by 6, didn't I?" Chris said in his deep voice, and Jungkook looked down a little, cheeks red. "Y-yes. I-I'm sorry- I thought the-the maid would make dinner."

"Well she didn't. I ordered food. Just make sure you don't do it next time, Kook." Chris said, and then placed his hand on Jungkook's lower back and led him into the bedroom.

"You know- I met up with some of my friends! The ones I had back in Korea! They moved here, isn't that crazy?" Jungkook said, and Chris gave him a look.

"Friends from back when you lived in Korea?" Chris asked, and Jungkook stilled. "Yes.." Jungkook trailed in a small voice, and then saw Chris give him another look with a slightly raised brow.

"I know, Chris, don't worry. Nothing from back in Korea is gonna affect me now, you know that." Jungkook said, and Chris moved closer to him.

"We're in the bedroom now, princess. Must I remind you?" Chris whispered, and Jungkook's cheeks turned red.

"No. Sorry daddy." Jungkook replied, and Chris smirked. "Good boy. Now, c'mon. Get all nice and naked for daddy." Chris said, and Jungkook nodded.

He stripped out of his clothes, leaving him in his panties. He climbed on top of the bed and got on his hands and knees like always, gripping the bed sheets. He felt his panties being pulled down till his thighs.

After twenty minutes or so, Chris was fucking into Jungkook, and Jungkook was clutching onto the bed sheets, letting out moans. "Ah- ah- ah, ah- D- daddy-" Jungkook whimpered, and then felt Chris slam his cock into him one last time and then cumming in his hole.

Chris pulled out, and Jungkook felt the white gooey substance trickle out of his hole and down his thigh. Jungkook looked at Chris wistfully, and Chris sighed and gave his cock a tug. Jungkook came after a few tugs, and then collapsed onto the bed.

"Set up dinner. I'll be down in half an hour. Just need to make some calls." Chris said, and Jungkook nodded. He tried reaching forward to kiss him, but Chris walked away. Jungkook almost pouted for a second, but reminded himself.

Don't be stupid, he has work. Jungkook got off the bed, grabbing some tissues and cleaning himself up. He grabbed his panties and put them on, walking out the door.

Honestly, he never really wears clothes at home. Chris said he preferred it that way.

Jungkook walked to the kitchen and took out the packet of food that had been delivered. Jungkook saw some fried rice and chicken and his stomach grumbled. He took out the packs of food, heated it up, and laid it out on the dining table. Then he went back to the kitchen, grabbed a bowl of his asparagus salad made by the maid, and took it to the dining table, placing it in the kitchen.

Chris was now dressed in normal clothes, a shirt and sweats, and walked to the dining table, sitting down opposite Jungkook. Chris took out his fork and started eating, and then looked up.

"You're still using chopsticks? Kook- I told you to stop using them, didn't I?" Chris said, and Jungkook nodded, feeling his cheeks tint.

"I know, I-I know- I just- it's easier to eat this kind of stuff with-" Jungkook started, and then saw the look Chris was giving him, and placed the chopsticks down, grabbing the fork instead. "Sorry." Jungkook said, and then dug his fork into his salad.

Jungkook started eating his broccoli and spinach and asparagus mixture while he saw Chris eating the fried rice and chicken and dimsums while scrolling through his phone. Jungkook gulped. He  reached his fork forward, trying to get one of the dimsums, and then Chris looked at him and cleared his throat.

Jungkook looked at him with his bambi eyes. "I-it looks good, I just-"

"Go ahead, Kook. But, I'm just reminding you, you've still got a bit of baby fat on your cheeks." Chris said, and Jungkook blushed, and retracted his fork.

"Y-you're right. Sorry. I don't know what I was thinking." Jungkook mumbled, and Chris chuckled.

"Sweetheart, I'm kidding. Eat away. You know I don't care. You look cute in every way." Chris said, and Jungkook looked at him and smiled hesitantly, and then reached for Chris' food and took a bite of it.

After they were done eating, Jungkook and Chris went upstairs to sleep. Chris kissed Jungkook on the lips and then went outside to smoke, while Jungkook cuddled against the bed sheets and fell asleep.

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"Have a good day." Jungkook said, kissing Chris on the lips on his tippy toes like always. Chris kissed him back, squeezing his butt and making the younger giggle into his lips.

"Bye princess." Chris said, reaching for the door. "Bye daddy." Jungkook whispered to him, and Chris chuckled and then walked down the steps of the house and to the car.

Jungkook sighed. And repeated the same routine.

Pick out clothes. Take a bath. Do (slight) makeup. Check weight. Wear the clothes.

Jungkook was dressed in tight black skinny jeans, a white shirt with a pretty collar, pretty black ankle length boots, and a pink Gucci fur coat.

And he was going shopping. Of course he was. What else was there to do. Ever. 

Jungkook left the house and went to another mall this time. He roamed around for two hours. Found everything tasteless. He left the mall, and told the driver to just stay there because he wanted to walk around in the snow for a bit.

Perhaps the reason everyone was kind of looking was because of the pink Gucci fur coat and big Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses that were definitely a little bigger than his face size. But he didn't really care.

He was safe here. So it's fine.

Jungkook walked around, looking at the people and the buzz and the long towers. Everything about New York was lively. A buzz. Fun.

Then why the hell was he so bored?

Jungkook saw a coffee shop and decided to walk in. He walked to the register, noticing how the cashier was giving him a weird look. "White Mocha." Jungkook said, and the man nodded. "Name?" He asked.

"Jungkook Tang." Jungkook replied, and the man nodded and wrote his name down on the cup. Jungkook never said just his first name or his 'real' name, because he didn't want people knowing he was a Jeon. It was unsafe and something he didn't want.

After five minutes of waiting, Jungkook grabbed his White Mocha and just gave $20, not knowing if it was enough or not, and walked out. Who cares. (Okay Jungkook does a little bit and he feels like he's being rude but Chris told him it's better to have your nose in the air than down in the dirt).

Jungkook walked out, the blaring sun shielded by his sunglasses. He was about to take a sip of his coffee, when he heard a rev of a motorbike and some smoke in the air.

Jungkook felt the noise familiar, but ignored it. He was about to walk back towards his car, when he turned and-

Jungkook froze.

Dark hair... wrapped in a bandana.... dark shirt.... leather jacket... black jeans.... motorbike...

Jungkook almost laughed. For a second he thought he saw Taehyung.

Jungkook looked up.

Oh my fucking god.

Taehyung never told Jungkook he had a twin. Jungkook's eyes widened, for there stood a man with dark hair wrapped in a bandana, dark shirt, leather jacket, black jeans, stood next to his motorbike. His eyebrows were dark, eyes darker, a cigarette between his lips.

And now Jungkook knew for sure he was hallucinating. He was stood there, just staring, for this man looked like- like-

The boy looked up. He looked at Jungkook for a few good seconds, eyebrows furrowing, until Jungkook reached for his sunglasses and took them off.

"I-I'm sorry- you just- um- you look like s-someone I knew." Jungkook let out in a squeaky voice, and saw how the boy was staring at him, with his eyes wide, lips parted slightly.

Jungkook turned around and tried walking towards his car, but then heard the word.

"Dollie?"

Jungkook froze, and then he turned around, eyes widened, pale, frozen in place unable to move anything except for his fingers which un-gripped themselves from his coffee cup and sent hot White Mocha to the ground.

"T-Taehyung?"

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