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jungkook sat on his bed exhausted, hani had just finished giving him a small tour of the house. the walk was indeed stressful.
"im going to like it here alot." jungkook whispered, still panting. he stared at the ceiling. the day was slowly becoming darker.
he got up, stood on his feet, and went straight for the fridge. his door was open wide. kook went straight towards the door, hearing another door slam open.
"that must be... joohyun's son.. what do i do?" jungkook spoke, a dilemma surfacing.
he wondered what would happen if he went down and greeted the boy.
over all, he wondered what joohyun's son was like. they were rich so the boy could be entitled. maybe snobby, or he could be professional like his dad. a goofy side to himself too.
little thoughts had interrupted jungkooks goal to meet mr.min's son, that he didnt notice a figure walk past him, just the sound of the footsteps passing by had snapped him out of consciousness
"wait-..."
jungkook was quick to step outside his room and look around, but the door to the room that was across but 2 feet to the right had already shut.
"mmm, crap." he mumbled groaning softly. he really wanted a chance to meet.
sighing in defeat, he was quick to shut his door but a knock had startled him.
he immediately opened up his door, but it was only one of the maids outside.
"dinner will be ready in 20 minutes, i recommend getting a nights shower or bath sir. would you like us to get it ready for you?"
"umm- no no, its fine. i got it, thank you." jungkook bowed politely surprising the maid who had never received a bow from mr.min's son. a kind smile had etched her face as she bowed in return
kookie had made his way towards the bathroom, his eyes fixated on the large mirror in front of him.
he slipped off his clothes and stared at his body. he was quite grateful that jimin brought him to the gym frequently to practice working on his glutes. it inspired jungkook to work out to waste time rather than spending it by staring at jimin work out.
he had really built himself up, but he still had the insecurity of showing himself to people. he wasnt one to enjoy a public audience.
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the water steamed up the whole bathroom, hitting jungkooks back muscles. it made the boy groan in relaxation.
as much as jungkook wanted to stay in, he didnt want to be rude on the first dinner at this house. plus, he had been wanting to meet younger min
as he got out, he stared at his bruised up cheek. he shouldnt have lied like that, but he didnt want his mother to get upset and cause a ruckus.
he was tough on his own.
jungkook put on a pair of sweatpants and his white tee, grabbing his phone on the way out of the door. did his mother really have to leave him alone in this house.
"atleast shes enjoying herself." kook imagined the dinner date. they could be goofing off, or gazing into eachothers eyes for all he knows.
he walked his way downstairs, where hani was there to guide him to the dinner table.
kookie looked around but was met with only the dishes plastered on the table.
"wheres?"
"he eats in his room, he doesnt like coming all the way down just for dinner. we could arrange it so you could have dinner in your room if youd like?"
"dinner? in my room? is that allowed?" jungkook questioned. it made hani chuckle.
"yes mr.jeon. whatever you would like." hani responded. her old lady nature calming jungkook to bits.
"i'd like that please." jungkook shyly bowed
"you go on ahead up sir, well be on our way." hani motioned.
"please, call me jungkook, its much more comfortable for me." jungkook insisted
as soon as he made his way up towards his door, the room across from his opened up.
then and there, jungkook froze. his eyes locked with dark brown eyes, ones that could kill if you stared to long.
"m-mi m-min y-yoo.." jungkook stuttered, his eyes trained on the boys eyes in front of him
he realized now where he heard it from. the surname, it belonged to yoongi. min yoongi.
out of all people.
yoongi stared back, gave a loud sigh, stepped out, and shut his door.
"jeon? youre ms. jeons son?" yoongi tilted his head. his eyes never leaving kookie's, who had trouble on how to speak.
"answer me when im speaking to you." yoongi spat.
"yes..yes i am.." jungkook cowered in fear, his hands behind his back, the fear arising again.
min yoongi crossed his arms, leaning back on the door. he looked as if he were observing the boy. staring him up.
he slowly walked in front of jungkook, and roughly smacked his hands on either side of kooks head.
"you know how much fucking trouble youve caused me?" yoongi leaned closer, his breath fanning kookies wet lips
"i-im s-sorry..." jungkook whimpered.
he didnt know what to do in a situation like this. he was a nerd, a gamer nerd that liked to collect figurines of half naked anime girls.
muscles were just for display, it wasnt like he had the heart to use them.
it was just menacing silence between the two, yoongis hands never leaving their position.
"a-are you going to hurt me again?" jungkook questioned, he was afraid that yoongi would throw a punch to his eyeball next.
"not fucking yet. i have patience, but i dont like being tested. one wrong move jeon and ill make your life a living fucking hell. so leave me the fuck alone."
