Blood, Sweat And Tears

Part Five

            Hoseok led Jungkook to a hangar with several private jets inside. His jaw dropped. Just how rich was this Kim Taehyung?
            The man himself waited for Jungkook by a sleek white jet with the retractable staircase already out. He wore Gucci from head to toe. His hair was in its same strangely attractive, just-got-out-of-bed look. His eyes were lined thinly in black eyeliner with dabbings of dark shadow.
            Hoseok left without Taehyung even needing to tell him. Jungkook felt underdressed in his oversized sweater and simple jeans. He squinted his eyes suspiciously. " Why am I here?"
              Taehyung simply waved his hand casually at the younger male. He was feeling good because he'd made a bountiful amount of profit. It'd exceeded all his expectations.
             "Your grandmother lives in Jeju,right? "
               Jungkook found it disturbing how Taehyung knew where his grandmother lived. But then again,why should he be surprised? Taehyung knew where he lived to kidnap him. He would surely know about his only remaining family. His parents had both died when he was young, and his grandmother had taken him in,until he left a while ago to attend college. He always wanted to visit her, but he never really had the time or funding to do so.
              "Yeah . . .why?"
              "We're going there to see her, queen."
              The only thing Jungkook's brain registered was going to visit her. He started to squeal. Luckily, no one else was in the hangar. He had wanted it for so long all his senses clouded when he was finally going to get his wish.
              Taehyung's face didn't change, but he was cooing inside at how adorable Jungkook was at that moment. He really was like a little bunny. He even had bunny like teeth.
              Then Jungkook's brain registered the nickname. He stopped squealing and looked at Taehyung with incredulous eyes. "Queen? What the fuck?"
            "What about it?" Taehyung said casually as he began to walk up the the stairs to the jet. " You coming, queen? The plane won't wait forever."
               Jungkook frantically scrambled up after Taehyung.
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              Yiren sat in her room absentmindedly as she folded pieces of her branded clothing and placed them in her massive suitcase.
             Her eyes looked no where as she placed a Dolce and Gabbana into the pile of clothing already in the gargantuan leather case. Her fathers were on her thoughts.
            She'd never imagined that leaving someone would be this difficult. Now,it was tearing her apart to pieces. It was unlike anything she'd ever experienced.
             She hoped she never would. How would she deal with her fathers dying?
            It hurt to think about it. She didn't want it to happen, but it'd happen one day or another. They were, after all,only human.
            Yiren sighed and buried her face in her hands. Her hair spilled down her shoulders to her waist and beyond as she dragged her hands down.
            " Yiren? What's wrong?" a familiar deep voice asked.
            Dong Sicheng stood by the door of her bedroom. He raised an eyebrow at her presumably messy hair and red eyes.
            Yiren managed a smile for the person who was like the brother she never had. They'd met when she was only recently adopted. She'd been three at that time. Sicheng had been six. They'd instantly hit it off. Over the years their friendship had grown so deep that it was like the sort of bond you'd share with a sibling.
            " Nothing. "
            "Pfft. As if. I can tell when you're upset, Wang Yiren. This is your upset face. Also,you're  horrible at lying to me,"Sicheng deadpanned as he sat down beside her,closing the door behind her as he did so.
            She sighed. There was  nothing she could hide from Sicheng. He knew her too well and vice versa. He could read her like an open book.
              " I don't want to leave, Sicheng. "
              He patted her back. Her long hair was messed up by her hands. It was strange for him to see her like this.  Like her appa Yiren was always elegant, refined and perfectly groomed. It was rare to see her like this.
              "Me neither."
              She snorted. " Yeah right,because of a certain Nakamoto Yuta,am I right?"
              Sicheng blushed furiously, his cheeks turning as red as the ruby on the silver necklace Yiren was holding. He hit her on the arm softly. " Shut up!"
              "You didn't deny it, gege."
              That made Sicheng blush even harder. "Sometimes I wonder why I'm even your gege."
             Yiren just smiled. Only three people had the ability to make her smile in a way that would rival the sun. Sicheng and her fathers.
             Sicheng smiled too. He always felt happier around the girl he considered the little sister he always wanted. And if he was going to admit it, Nakamoto Yuta was part of the reason why he didn't want to leave for Korea. Also,his Korean was downright horrible.
               Yiren glanced up at the clock. Her eyes widened. "Oh,shit."
              "What is it?" Sicheng's eyes followed Yiren's to the clock. They widened too.
                It was eight thirty.