Hush //Jimin FF

Chapter 67

Jungkook was silently dragging his suitcase after he had retrieved it, having went through the airport checkout successfully.

It was one day before new years and after you had left to visit your parents he had decided to do the same and spend this new year with the people that were his family but also felt like a curse to him.

He fixed his black mask that he had worn to cover his face in hopes of not recognizing him, as he was sure that his father should already know that he was going to visit even though he hadn't informed him.  Nothing could really escape from him though so he didn't need to inform, Jungkook knew well that he was always informed for everything that he does, every second, every move, every breath he took, would reach his father's ears for sure.

He stepped out of the airport, the cold breeze hitting against the parts of his skin that he had exposed making him shiver a little.

Mediterranean weather was something he always liked, it had it all. The Warmth of the Spring the hot of the Summer, the light cold of the Autumn and the frost of the Winter.

He looked around soon finding a taxi which he approached it and talked to the driver, asking him if he was free.

After taking a positive response from the man, he went to leave his baggage on the back but as he was about to play his suitcase in the car, a hand grabbed it, taking it away from his.

He looked at the man dressed in a black suit in surprise for a moment, but as he turned around he was met with a black car, at it's side standing two other men dressed in black, one of them being someone familiar to Jungkook.

Jungkook sighed as the man approached him, his hand pulling of the mask he was wearing as he had no need of it anymore.

"Welcome home young master." The man greeted him with a small bow and Jungkook observed him for a moment, noticing how the years had taken no mercy on his old friend.

"It's been a while Luigi. You look awful." He commented making the - by many years - elder man smile before in a blink of an eye, getting him into a lockhead.

"Your reflexes are what's awful here kiddo. It seems i need to train your ass." Jungkook heard his voice say as he laughed, not resisting to get out of his hold as he knew he would leave him and he soon did.

"Let's go, your father is waiting for you." He informed him, as he walked ahead, the door of the car already opened by the other man, for him to enter.

Jungkook quietly did so and they soon hit the road with him silently gazing outside the window to the city that he would visit in summers when he was a kid. A city with extremely rich culture, a glorious history on it's back that gave great fame to it. From the architecture of the building, to the ancient wealth, to great artists. Italy was a great country and Rome it's capital pearl. However Italy wasn't famous only for good things such as the ones mentioned above but for criminal organizations as well and unfortunately, Jungkook was part of that famous aspect of this country.

If only his mother hadn't gotten married to a Italian mafian boss, he wondered many times, how different his life would have been. How free he could have been.

---Time skip---

You were walking around the park near your parents house. The coffee shops were still the same as you had left them, the bakery owner still shouts loudly all the time, the old ladies at the third balcony opposite your house still gather there and gossip about the neighborhood, the cars can still be heard perfectly well, before reaching out of the alley to get on the main road. Nothing had changed around there and somehow, you were glad it hadn't.