mafia . vkook

thirteen

Taehyung's PoV;

"I asked you a question, what are you doing out here?" Jungkook's rough, moody voice sounded.

I looked down at his hands, they weren't around my waist.

My fingers weren't tangled in his hair.

Did I really just daydream?

I'm losing the fucking plot, I swear.

"I went food shopping."

"Is that on your timetable?"

"You didn't give me a timetable today."

"So, it wasn't on your timetable then, was it?" He sneered.

"No, because I didn't fucking get one. I'm not gonna let myself and my friends starve. Lets not forget the oh, so precious Prince Jimin. Wasn't gonna let him starve, was I?"

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, "Are you fucking jealous that he's precious?" 

"No of course not. I'm fucking jealous that the dude gets more protection than any of us."

"Your job is to serve and protect the man, what do you expect?"

I bit my tongue, he was right.

"You're doing a pretty shit job by being out at this time of night, disobeying chores and rules. You're not doing too great, Taehyung, I'll tell you that." He shook his head.

"I've already said, I'm getting food for everyone. I don't think you've realised this has come out of my money."

"I don't care. Go back home."

"It's not home, Jungkook. It never has been and never will be. That's not my home."

"It's not mine either Taehyung." He mumbled with a cigarette perched between his lips. "I've never had a home, I've got no idea what one is."

He shrugged, taking a drag from the stick.

"Go back to the house then, if it's not your home."

"You're a real asshole, you know."

He laughed, taking another drag and blowing the smoke in my face.

"I know."

I growled, picking up the shopping bags and storming back to the house.

Jungkook's PoV;

"Good evening Taeil, Yuta." I bowed.

"Jungkook!" Taeil squealed, "I haven't seen you in forever!"

I laughed, being dragged into a tight hug by the two.

"Sorry. Please, come in." He shut the door behind me.

"Are you wanting to see Taeyong?" Yuta asked.

"I kinda need to see you all together, but definitely Taeyong."

"Okay, we're all in today. Mark is upstairs sleeping because he's a bit ill, but the rest are in the living room." Yuta said, beckoning me to follow him.

"You're looking a bit beat up, Jungkook, what happened?" Taeil asked curiously.

"Small fight, nothing much. A few scratches and a bruise at the very least."

"Ah. Taeyong will be worried."

"After you." Yuta held the door open, allowing me and Taeil in first.

"Taeyong, Jungkook is here to see us." Taeil got his attention.

Taeyong stood up, going to hug me but pausing.

"You smell of smoke."

"I had one, Taehyung was stressing me out."

"Jungkook." He said in a motherly voice, "cut down on it. I've met Taehyung today, he seems very lovely, you do raise your servants well."

I scoffed, "he's a little shit."

He laughed, "anyway. I do love seeing you but why are you here?"

Charming.

"I need a favour from you."