ɴᴀᴜɢʜᴛʏ ɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏᴜʀ • ᴛᴀᴇᴋᴏᴏᴋ 【✓】

~♡Forty-Two♡~

"How are you Jungkook?"

"Pretty well. What about you?"

"So good after seeing you."

"Why so sudden, huh? What if I was with my boyfriend?" Jungkook asked, breaking through the hug and the comfortable hands ran through his ravenette messy hair.

"It's been long to see you."

"We literally met a week ago."

"For me it's hard to stay away even for a day but guess I have to live like that, my baby."

"Dad... can you stop sounding like that though? And stop calling me baby. It sounds so odd."

"Why? Fathers can't call their sons baby? Only your boyfriend can call you?"

"He doesn't call me baby, he calls me da-" Jungkook shut his mouth instantly, realising that he was with his father.

He dropped on the single couch, his father sitting on the huge couch now.

"Now seriously tell me what brought you here?" Jungkook asked, his gaze fixed on his father's face who now pulled out his coat and sat comfortably.

"Was passing by so came here but you seemed out so I waited. And also luggages? Where have you been? Paris again?" His father asked, chuckling.

"Ah no... hiking this time."

"Oh really? With that little vanila boy." His father teased and Jungkook rolled his eyes.

"I gotta meet him one day. Too tired watching him through pics. He seems amazing and very influential." His father raised his brows while saying and smiling hard.

"So you were passing by my building?" Jungkook changed the question, not wanting to blush in front of his father.

"Ah yes."

"Why though?"

"Why? Can't I?"

"A busy business man passing by a residential area of not too rich people all alone?" Jungkook asked suspiciously.

"Ah... you clever kid." Mr. Jeon chuckled.

"Coffee, Dad? We'll talk."

Jungkook's father gave a nod, watching his son heading to the kitchen, washing his hands and wiping them clean before bringing mugs and making coffee through a coffee machine.

"I actually... I bought this building." His father blurted out and Jungkook's eyes widened, hands stopping quickly in doing what he was doing as he laid his full focus on his father with a questioning gaze.

"Dad? What for? I told you I love living here why did you-"

"Let me complete."

Jungkook passed him a questioning gaze, waiting for him to say something.

"Namjoon's cousin owned the total six blocks of Atlers and now he is selling me all and who was I to deny? At least it will be your home, your 'own home'."

Jungkook walked to his father with mugs in his hands.

"Why are you so obsessed with making me stay in 'own home'? Already told you, this feels like home to me."

"It's not like that son. What's wrong with that though? You don't have to pay rent nor your beloved neighbour." His father smiled, sipping on his coffee leisurely.

"We don't need separate houses too... just doing it for the sake of his parents."

"No problem though. He doesn't have to pay anymore."