Taehyung and Jungkook - Nothing like us

17th

The evening went pretty relaxed for a meetup with a random person.
Jungkook learned that Lucas' best friend went to a college in Seoul so of course she taught him a bit.
To be completely honest, he was actually fluent in korean and Jungkook was quite impressed.
So they ended up only talking Jungkook's native language because it was much easier.

Korean wasn't the most difficult language to learn, Jungkook thought but if you're only used to letters like the roman alphabet and not to the korean alphabet, the first steps of learning could be harder.

It turned out Lucas was actually born just one year earlier than Jungkook, which didn't really surprise him.
After being just a little bit tipsy, they decided to go to Lucas' apartment,  where Jungkook also found out that Lucas was less musically talented than anyone he had ever seen in his life. But he didn't care. And Lucas had a soft spot for anything that was involved in technology. And he loved animals and was a vegetarian.
He had a few cats, three actually. They all seemed to adore Jungkook a lot, since two of them laid onto his lap as soon as he sat down on Lucas' bed. They talked for three hours but Jungkook tried not to mention who he was. It just felt so nice to meet someone on the street who judges you for the person they just met and not for the one they've already seen on TV.

Lucas handed the younger another beer and Jungkook soon felt the need to eat something. He always felt hungrier when he drank alcohol.  He wasn't drunk of course, just a bit ... cool. He knew that he wasn't allowed to stay out that late, especially because they had to record a song in the morning.

After Jungkook admitted his love for banana milk, which caused the older to burst out in laughter, Lucas found one last bottle of the drink in his fridge and gave it to the younger who drank it empty to the last drop.

Their conversation went over from their own family to animals, to game of thrones (however they got there), to hobbies and interests even though, Jungkook still left out the information of him being an idol. After it turned a bit silent, Jungkooks mind just wandered off and he started whistling some songs. Sunken into his own world he soon noticed Lucas' stare and stopped. "Do you sing, too?" Jungkook blushed a little as he nodded.

"Can you sing something for me?"
"What song?"
"Do you know 'I'm yours' by Jason mraz?"
Jungkook nodded again and started. When he finished, the older looked at him as if he was totally in love with Jungkook.
"That was beautiful."
"Thank you."

Jungkook figured, maybe he could show Lucas a bit of what he did for a living. Since the said man had no idea about music.
But the tattoo he saw on Lucas' collarbone, when the shirt moved a bit to the side, took him out of his thoughts.
"You have a tattoo? Can I see?" Lucas chuckled and took his shirt off, what caught Jungkook a bit by surprise, but the older had a good reason.
The tattoo snaked over his ribs even as far as down to the fabric of his black jeans.
Jungkook was incredibly amazed. He wanted a tattoo for a long time now but his management wasn't so relaxed when it came to that topic. But that wouldn't stop him forever.

"You can touch it if you want."
Jungkook slowly trailed his fingers over the ink and inspected it closely.
"That is so cool. I want one."
"You can get one, you know."
Jungkook leaned back and shook his head.   
"It's against the rules."
"Because it is not so welcome in Asia?"
Before Jungkook was able to respond, his phone rang. It was his bodyguard.
"Excuse me."

Jungkook left the room and answered. "Mr Jeon, it's time to go back now."
"What do you mean? What time is it?"
"It's almost one in the morning. You need to record tomorrow."
"I'm coming, I'm gonna hurry", Jungkook said and hung up the call.
"What's wrong?", Lucas asked, already wearing his shirt again.
"I need to get back to the hotel, my manager will kill me if I don't show up in time tomorrow."
Lucas face showed a big question mark. "Manager? Oh my god-"
Jungkook smashed his hand onto his forehead. He really had to learn how to control his tongue.