hidden tattoos.
known as the chairman's youngest son, someone who in everyone's eyes is considered down-to-earth with a calm demeanor.
till he met delilah jackson
with delilah, everything was raw and real for jungkook.
everything-the good and the ba...
jungkook was scrolling through his twitter timeline laughing at some memes and watching videos. jungkook refreshed his timeline and a post appeared on his screen.
he choked on his saliva and his heart rate quickened. " fuck, she's so gorgeous." jungkook bite his lip and brought his hand to his mouth as he stare at the post.
" shit! shit!" he muttered.
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jungkook closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. as he reopened his eyes, the image of the woman still lingered in his thoughts, making it harder for him. " delilah" he said to himself, the name sounds so good rolling off his tongue.
he liked the post and went on her page, hitting the follower button. from time to time, he can't help stare into her siren eyes.
he felt so drawn.
" pretty doll," he sighed softly.
jungkook was pulled out his thoughts with a phone call. he looked at the caller id to see that its his father. he rolled his eyes and stared at the call before answering.
kook, do you have classes today??
no, i'm off.
great! come by the office in the next hour. i need to show you something important.
no, pops. i can't.
stop making excuses, son. come by the office.
the dial tone buzzed in kungkook's ear, the abrupt end to the call punctuated by a frustrated sigh. jungkook raked a hand through his hair, messing up the carefully styled strands.
heaving himself off the couch, he made his way upstairs to his bedroom. he put on his grey balenciaga x adidas oversized hoodie and his balenciaga baggy pants along with his sneakers and his supreme beanie.
he went downstairs and grab his car keys before going out to his car and driving to his father's office.
....
" yoongi hyung." he greeted the elder who pat his back. " hey kiddo." yoongi shoots him his signature gummy smile. " your father is upstairs waiting for you."
jungkook cursed under his breath and made his way to the elevator. he kept checking his phone to see if delilah had followed him back and she hasn't which made him sad a bit.
she doesn't like me??
stepping out of the elevator, jungkook walked to his father's office door and knocked on it. moments later, one of the body guards opened it, greeting the younger.
" father." he gave a short nod to chairman jeon and sat down on the couch, manspreading.
" you dress like you're homeless, son." his father tsked, taking a seat across from him. " dress elegantly like your father."
" my style shouldn't be a concern to you, father." jungkook retorted. " why am i here?"
" how's school?" his father asked, swirling the amber liquid in his glass.
" great." jungkook mumbled, barely looking up from his phone. too busy scrolling through delilah's page.
" you still want to pursue a career in business."
" seems like it."
" why can't you take on after me, son?? take over the company for me."
" that's not the path i want for myself, pops."
his father scoffed. " being a tattoo artist isn't exactly a career path, kook. cmon, be serious."
jungkook slammed his phone down, finally meeting his father's gaze." shit, pops! how about you listen to me for a change? i don't want shit to do with your legacy. i don't give a fuck about that, what can't you comprehend huh?"
his father's face hardened, " watch your tone, kook."
"you too, pops! respect is a two-way street, you know. especially since you seem to forget i'm not a little kid anymore."
"jungkook-" his father started, his voice sharp.
"actually , i don't have time for this bullshit," jungkook spat back, cutting him off. he shoved himself off the couch, anger pulsing through him.
without another word, he stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him with a bang that echoed down the hallway.
he reached the elevator, jabbing the button repeatedly as he waited, his chest heaving with frustration.
reaching the parking garage, he practically flung himself into his car. he slammed his fist against the steering wheel, the sound muffled by the leather. taking a deep breath, he tried to calm his racing heart.
just then, his phone buzzed on the passenger seat. he snatched it up, reading the notification.
@lilahJ just followed you back.
a hesitant smile tugged at his lips. "hey pretty doll."
