Kim Taehyung makes a hobby of observing the rich.
The rich being primarily Jeon Jungkook and his marvelous girlfriend, Julia.
The rich sometimes get bored and ironically, the poor pay for it.
The poor being Kim Taehyung.
Alternatively, Jungkook and...
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Heavy tension ahead guys...
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Taehyung was well aware of the hatred he harbored for Jeon Jungkook’s eyes, but he could have never really imagined what the extent of it was until he met them while he was fucking his girlfriend.
Taehyung receives a message from an unknown phone number at noon on one of his free days. As soon as his phone vibrates, his heart squeezes in itself. He has not opened the notification yet, but he feels weirdly uncomfortable at merely receiving it. He isn’t usually superstitious, but there is some unpleasant giddiness disturbing his chest and his hollow stomach as he feels the device. He straightens up in his lounging position, preps himself, once he’s sat properly, he does not feel ready per se, but he sees no point in waiting. Then he opens it.
Letters stare at him. Bright and numbing, he sees the words on his flashing screen. It’s ridiculous how something as simple as a text message can carry an ambiance that is this intimidating. Maybe he’s just broken now, maybe Jungkook squeezed at his neck too hard and somehow, he popped a braincell too many.
The words are very simple. The Executive Tower. Room 7.13. Saturday. 22.00
The message is signed a very simple ‘J’and it could mean both Julia or Jungkook, but either makes his heart swell and tremble worryingly into his chest and drives him to be peculiarly aware of the tonsils in his throat, which feel weirdly large in their confines. He swallows in attempt to make them settle.
It is obvious to him what the message refers to and his eyes bulge a bit at the destination the pair have chosen, though retrospectively, he shouldn’t be surprised. Jungkook’s a Jeon and Julia’s a Seung. He briefly catered for an event in the Executive Tower once, knows the prices range from 400,000 won a night to about a million. A greedy, curious part of him wants to go solely for the purpose of witnessing such luxury. He remembers he had entertained the idea of trying to sneak into a room while he was there, absolutely fascinated and intimidated by the sheer glory of the foyer and the restaurant. The world fancy had been engrained in his brain for the whole duration of his busy stay in the premises, though it failed to even begin to describe the quality and nature of his surroundings.
It is fitting, he thinks, that Jungkook and Julia could afford to bask even their perversions in utmost luxury.
Taehyung already knows he will go. Privately, he sees no chance for him not to. Ji-woo and WooWoo and him, they need those money. Their father has not been home for three weeks and four days now – Taehyung counts, and he knows his little brother does as well, he sees the lines he makes on the wooden boards of the top bunk with an especially pointy pen he has. Ji-woo has been working her ass for lately, taking every opportunity her firm gives her to wash more toilets. He knows she is tired, that she hardly eats so that there is more food for Woo and himself, that the stress and desperation attached to sense of responsibility drives her into making harsh, rash decisions which get people talking, calling her names that reach Taehyung’s ears. He knows the rumors, knows even that some of them are true.
