When love lasts

CHAPTER 19

JUNGKOOK POV

"To a date?"

Taehyung's sweet voice floods the insides of my helmet. I nod.

"Yes, butterfly. To a date."

"You don't even have my consent jungkook."

"I don't need your consent."

"In that case, this should not be considered a date."

"We will consider this whatever i call it. And i call it a date."

He releases a frustrated breath and I smile. what? it's fun to rile him up.

"Have you always been like this?"

"Always been like what?"

"Asking people around and taking them to god knows where without their consent."

"No. Only you."

He pauses. I pause. What the fuck? It is the first time I've done this.

I'm no saint. After my very displeasing experience with the concept called love, I've been as faithful as Zeus at a fucking beauty pageant.

There hasn't been a hole in this city that i haven't touched. vulgar much? very.

But i couldn't care less. I need that relief whenever i need a break. None of them satisfy me though.

Nonetheless, I saw taehyung at the airport for the first time, and regardless of his wishes, i will make him mine. Violence be damned.

He releases an exasperated sigh and his hands start to loosen at my abdomen so i rev up the engine and speed higher than i usually do.

He yelps and tightens his arms around me because obviously, my beautiful butterfly doesn't wanna die.

"Are you taking us on a date? because if you keep doing this we're gonna end up in the fucking ER"

"Oh, no baby. I can't risk such an eventful evening can i?"

The corner of my lip pulls up slightly in a smirk.

There's something about Taehyung that shakes up the algorithm of my mind. When i saw the Ducati in my garage this morning, the only thought on my mind was to get my hands and my butterfly on it.

But i don't know how i ended up craving his touch more than anything.

I've always hated socializing. It was and still is the biggest chore that i ever had to and have to do every day. My father being the goddamn Sae doesn't help with any of my problems.

Ever since i was a child, i had a schedule. 

Wake up at 5 am.
Eat at 5:30 am. 
Shower at 6:30.
School until 3:00 pm.
Study all the documents my father provides until 8:00 pm.
Dinner at 9.
Sleep at 9:30.

For 18 years this was my life. The same fucking schedule every single day. And when i got to stay home on holidays, i had to meet Dad's acquaintances. Leaders. Enemies. Their wives. Kids.

It was all 'Oh my god is that jungkook? JEON jungkook?', 'The son of Kim Gwangje?', 'Doesnt he have a health problem?', 'Doesn't he excel at school?'. Doesn't he do this? Doesn't he do that? Blah fucking blah.

My life was not mine. Privacy was not part of my vocabulary. Humans? Hated them. Freinds? had none. Society? didn't give a fuck.

It was just me until i turned 19. That's when i decided to take control of my not-so-comfortable life. That's when i realized that i love my father, but not enough to be caged up my whole life.