Jungkook had just settled into bed, the softness of the pillows offering a fleeting sense of comfort. He was moments away from drifting into sleep when a faint knock echoed through the room. Groaning softly, he pushed himself up, ruffling his nightgown in irritation as he shuffled toward the door.
When he opened it, he wasn't surprised to see Suga standing there, his presence as composed as always but carrying a weight Jungkook didn't want to deal with.
Without saying a word, Jungkook turned and walked back inside, leaving the door open for Suga to follow - which, of course, he did.
"You weren't answering my calls," Suga began, his tone calm but firm as he stepped into the room. "And Hobi told me you've been ignoring me on purpose."
Jungkook didn't respond, his lips pressed into a thin line as he walked toward the dresser. "What do you want?" he muttered finally, his voice laced with disinterest.
Suga sighed, setting down the large shopping bags he was carrying. "I just wanted to talk." Reaching into one of the bags, he pulled out a meticulously arranged bouquet of roses. "I brought these for you. As an apology."
Jungkook glanced at the flowers, his expression cold. Without hesitation, he swatted the bouquet away, the roses scattering onto the floor. Suga barely flinched, shaking his head as if he expected the reaction.
Undeterred, he grabbed Jungkook's hand, placing a small velvet box into his palm. The weight and feel of the box made it clear - it was jewelry. Something expensive, undoubtedly. Jungkook stared at the box for a moment before yanking his hand free from Suga's grip. With a sharp motion, he threw the box onto the floor, the impact causing it to bounce slightly before coming to rest.
Suga chuckled softly, unfazed. "You're still as stubborn as ever." He turned back to the shopping bags, pulling out a few Louis Vuitton bags and setting them near Jungkook. "And these are for you. Thought you might like them."
Jungkook glared at the bags, his patience wearing thin. With a swift kick, he sent one sliding across the room. "I don't want any of this," he snapped, his voice rising slightly. "I need space. Can't you give me that?"
He turned abruptly, retreating to the bed where he curled up under the blanket, making it clear the conversation was over.
Suga stood there for a moment, watching Jungkook's tense form. His expression softened slightly, though his voice remained steady. "Jungkook," he called, but there was no response.
After a long pause, Suga sighed. "Fine. I'll leave you alone.. for now. But before I go..." He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a sleek folder. "This is for you. Take your time, but sign it when you're ready."
He placed the file gently on the edge of the bed, his fingers lingering for a moment as if he wanted to say more. Instead, he straightened and turned to leave. Pausing at the door, he cast one last glance at Jungkook before slipping out and closing it softly behind him.
The room fell silent again, save for the muffled sounds of the city beyond the window. Jungkook didn't move for several minutes, his gaze fixed on the file that now occupied the space on his bed.
He knew what it was.. what it represented.. but he didn't want to deal with it tonight. With a deep sigh, he reached over to turn off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. Ignoring the folder entirely, he pulled the blanket tighter around himself, willing sleep to come and take him away from the mess that seemed to follow him everywhere.
Meanwhile in the other part of the Paris city, the hotel suite was cloaked in darkness, save for the faint glow of the laptop on the desk. The quiet hum of the device filled the otherwise silent room.
