Jungkook has grown up being forced to date rich old men by his money addicted mother to gain money and the poor boy has lost his joy of life on the way.
The broken boy can seem like a rich brat, who just seeks attention to himself, but
the cruel tr...
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Thirty minutes were way too long for Jungkook to just sit patiently and watch as the prosecutor made food calmly, not even baring the younger a glance when he tried to ask questions.
So he decided not to ask them.
It didn't feel safe but he couldn't care less right now. If the older has a plan of getting him caught, then what can he do about it?
Might as well just make it easier for him.
The weather felt colder now that Jungkook opened the door and stepped out to the terrace that gave him a beautiful scenery of the prosecutor's garden that took place in the backyard.
How come he had lived all his life just next door but their house never had a beautiful garden like this?
They didn't even have a backyard where the boy could have played when he was younger. He was barely allowed to go outside back then anyway.
Jungkook sat down on the terrace with a sigh, pushing his hand to the pocket of his oversized hoodie and taking out the ask of cigarettes that he craved for.
He glanced to his left and could see the outline of his...no, of his mother's house.
The house he once called home but never understood the difference between the two words.
House and home.
Didn't they mean the same thing?
The taste of the burning cigarette in his mouth was disgusting.
The smoke inviding his lungs made him want to cough, bringing him nostalgia. Bringing him a memory of the very first time he ever got to feel disgusted by the taste and the feeling of being suffocated by the poisoning smoke.
"Come on, just try it out, it's not that bad and it gives you a relaxed feeling. Come on, just this once, okay?", the blonde haired boy begged, giggling between sentences and wiggling his perfect eyebrows as he held the cigarette in front of the other.
It was a beautiful afternoon and one of the first times Jungkook had ever done this.
One of the first times ever that he just didn't care for once and didn't go to the bar like he was supposed to.
It was friday and Jae-Wook was waiting in the bar.
