kiss an angel( Jikook ver.)

Chapter 4

The sun-parched vacant lot held a red-and-blue striped big top, several smaller tents, and a variety of trucks and trailers. The largest one was painted with red and blue stars, along with the bright red legend quest
brothers circus, owen quest, owner. In addition to a number of shackled elephants, Jimin saw a llama, a camel, some large animal cages, and all kinds of disreputable people, including some dirty-looking men, most of whom seemed to be missing their front teeth.

Jimin's father had always been a snob. He loved ancient lineages and royal titles. The fact that he’d given his only son to a man who worked for a circus was the clearest message he could have sent of his feelings for him.

“It’s not exactly Ringling Brothers.”

“I see that,” Jimin replied weakly.

“Quest Brothers is what’s known as a mud show.”

“Why is that?”

His response sounded faintly diabolical. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

He parked the truck in a row with several others, turned off the ignition, and got out. By the time Jimin had climbed down, he’d taken both their bags out of the back and set off with them.

 

Jimin tottered awkwardly after Jungkook over the uneven ground. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at him. His knee poked through a widening hole in his shredded pants, the singed gold satin jacket slipped off one shoulder, and his shoe sank into something ominously soft. With a sinking heart, Jimin looked down, only to see that he’d stepped in exactly what he’d feared.

“Mr. Jeon!”

His shriek bore an edge of hysteria, but Jungkook didn’t seem to hear. Instead, he kept walking toward a row of house trailers and motor homes. Jimin wiped the sole of his shoe in the sandy soil, filling it with grit in the process. With a strangled exclamation, he set off again.

Jungkook approached two vehicles that sat close together. The nearest one was a sleekly modern silver motor home that had a satellite dish on top. Next to it rested a battered and rust-streaked trailer that might have been green in a past life.

Let him be going to the motor home instead of that horrible trailer. Let him be—

Jungkook stopped at the ugly green trailer, opened the door, and disappeared inside. Jimin groaned, then realized he was so numb to shock he wasn’t even surprised.

He reappeared in the doorway a moment later and watched Jimin's wobbly approach. When he reached the bottom of the bent metal step, Jungkook gave him a cynical smile. “Home sweet home, angel face. Do you want me to carry you over the threshold?”

Despite Jungkook's sarcasm, Jimin chose that particular moment to remember that he’d never been carried over a threshold, and regardless of the circumstances, this was his wedding day. Maybe a small bow to sentiment would help both of them salvage something positive from this terrible experience.