Exposed to the media at an early age. He was known as Korean Beauty. One of the most influential actor and beauty pageant winners of his time.
He was young, the apple of the eyes and a temptation, seductress.
A winner. He was no loser. In his life...
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Three years later.
The March breeze was warm, yet cool. Delicate, yet annoyingly tantalizing. He could curl his fingers if he wasn't standing in front of cameras. Find warmth within his cold palm. But he could. It would like like he was forced (he was being forced), but for the sake of it. He didn't do it.
In front of him was the German flag, he kept on looking at it every once in a while as they took photos of him for the show. Reporters calling out his name, others screaming for him to look at them. All still wanting to catch a glimpse of the beauty in front of them.
Just a few months ago he had been some of the few celebrities invited to an event, where cars, jewelry, clothing, all from famous brands would be shown to him before the public eye can see them and get their hands on the items.
Rich people events.
He walks around. Beside him is his mother who is carrying her purse. The one he had gotten her for her birthday. She's getting older and so is he. He's now 22, he still participated in pageants. The last one had been Mister USA again after two years he had received a letter from the United States stating that he would be able to compete again.
He did. And he won.
Taehyung had graduated that same year he had won. He became a lawyer and the latter had stopped doing pageants after being proposed by the Jung son, Jung Hoseok. At this moment the pair were on their honeymoon to wherever they were.
He didn't bother to ask when he had attended the wedding. It would make him feel lonely.
Jungkook stopped when he saw a car. It was extraordinarily beautiful, ravishing. The design consisted of a black almost soft texture with some black luster to it. It had chinese words written on some side in bold lettering. 47 on one side. And the painting of a chinese box. Waves. Emeralds. It was a story unfold before him. Sad, melancholy, yet beautiful in his eyes. It reminded him of three years ago that one summer he'd never forget. It was a Porche S47 he read the description seeing that it was one of the first of the generation to be made by hand.
It was the only one.
Probably the reason why it was the most expensive at the event. He continued to scan over the description failing to notice an older man stand beside him.
"You like the car?" His voice was rude and snobby. Jungkook looked at him.
"Yes." He says.
"Too bad."
"Why?"
"I'm going to buy it." The man brags and Jungkook crosses his arms over his chest.
"Is there a problem gentleman?" Someone asks, they both look up to find a man who is wearing a very expensive suit. Porche written on its sleeve.
"How much does the car cost?" The old man asks.
"It's right here you idiot can't you read?" Jungkook sasses and the man glares at him.
"Didn't your mother teach you how to respect your elders?"
"I did, but I also told him to be a bitch to them if they are bitchy in the first place." She says as she takes opens her bag to take out Jungkook's little bag that she had taken from him to keep it safe. She puts on some makeup. Ignoring the man who glares at him.
"I want to buy the car," Jungkook says and so does the old man. They glare at each other.
"Well did you check the price?" They nod in sync again, glaring at each other when they catch themselves.
"This car was made by a mechanic of mine, he made this all by himself and by hand. I think that the fairest way possible would be if he decides who he gives the car too. Yeah?" They nod and the man walks away and Jungkook turns around he opens his mother's bag to look through it to find gum.
"You needed me?" He feels his body freeze, the voice. It's all he needs. Slowly he turns around and he makes eye contact with beautiful brown eyes.
Jimin stands in front of him, a blue suit and his hair styled making him look as handsome as ever. They stare at each other for a moment. And then Jimin looks away, clearing his throat.
"I want the car." He and the old man said. Jimin looks at them with raised brows.
"It wasn't even for sale, it's for display," Jimin says raising his brow and then he grabs the description book and sighing when he sees that there was a price.
"This is a typo." He says softly, they look at him confused.
"What do you mean?"
"This was a car I made full of some memories. But I guess that I can sell it to you. I think that the only fair way would be if I choose a number, write it down, and then you choose. Yeah?" They nod in sync. Jimin writes it down on his palm. Not letting them see and he turns around.
"Any number between 1 and 50." He says. The man looks at Jimin.
"23." He says confidently and then Jimin looks at Jungkook who is already staring at him.
"3." He says and Jimin puts up his palm, the number 3 written in bold lettering. It means 3 years without you. He wanted to say, he might've guessed and he might've been wrong. But he didn't really give a damn. He hears the man hiss and then walks away while mumbling curses.
"I guess that if they put the price then they have the paperwork ready for you to fill out. Follow me." He says and Jungkook does, grabbing his little bag to carry with him.
"So how have you been?" Jimin asks and Jungkook looks at him.
"I've been good. How about you?"
"I'm good," Jimin says and silence falls upon them.
"You left in the morning." Jungkook whispers and Jimin looks at him.
"I did." He whispers and they walk into an office, Jimin goes to grab a file with the Porsche S47 tag on it he opens it and he reads it, looking back up he finds Jungkook taking out a checkbook and beginning to write on it.
"Do you want me to go over the information again?" He asks and Jungkook shakes his head. He writes he signs the check and he hands it to Jimin who sets it down beside him before setting the files in front of him. And going off to get the keys.
When he sees Jungkook signs the papers, he takes them and reads them himself before he goes off to make a copy of each sheet and putting them in another file before handing them to Jungkook. Keys as well. The younger stand and he stop when Jimin turns his back around.
"Did you mean it?" He asks and Jimin stops the latter looks at him.
"Mean what?"
"That you loved me?" Jimin looks at him and he sets down the file.
"Of course I did, I might be an asshole, but I wouldn't lie to anyone about that shit." He whispers and Jungkook nods, Jimin scratches his neck.
"The event is ending in a few hours, if you'd like you can hang around a few more hours, and then we can go grab out or something. I could show you around Stuttgart. It is a beautiful city." Jungkook nods softly.
"I'm here with my mom and Dan, but I guess that they can go home. I'll wait for you." He says and Jimin hums and they stare at each other for a few more seconds.
"I still love you." Jungkook says abruptly, "I missed you." He whispers and Jimin walks towards him before pulling him into a hug.
