BLOOD OF DAEGU || VKOOK

ONE

Disclamer: I know you rats will read this, despite the warnings I put, and I'll say it again, this fanfiction is ... fiction. It is not happening or will ever happen in real life, and it isn't meant to speak for who BTS are or anything.
So basically, this fanfiction is not in anyway, based on real life events.
Thank you.

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Jungkook walked in the hallway with his five guards standing by. He had became the spoiled billionare ever since his father sold his company for 5 Billion dollars.

He had that serious face, heads up and chest popping out. He had that iconic suit going on, black and white.
It reminded him of his father, who he always said to him: Black attracts people. People see from colors. Manipulate them, Jungkook.

His eyes were dark, emeraldish, honey kind of dark. His smirk was like a lie, they could easily fool you. Like they always say, red lips always lie.
His hair was split in part, almost down to his chin. His appereance had already created the persona of his. Confident, smart, and handsome.
His muscles built on his arms were ready to rip his suit off. But his outside doesn't speak for his inside.

He just got off the plane yesterday. He stepped on the red carpet like a boss. His father was proud of his success. But, what success really? His bags were filled with pounds of cocaine, nicotine, weed. Maybe put some jewelry here and there, to cover it up.
His smile was much more wide than before.

Maybe smoking for three years was enough. He didn't enjoy it, but did it anyway. He prayed to stop it, but it was just like a Horror Story to him. He kept coming back to them. Either from stress or his father. 10,000 dollars wasn't enough for a bag of cocaine. So he had to go every week on a plane so he can get at least five of them.

And he was prepared to be labeled as the "youngest bilionare in the world" as they would say. He was ready to greet people from god knows. Even though he had shivers, he pressed his teeth, squeezed his arm in a fist, and confidently went inside the ball.

His parents were standing next to the guests, waiting for him to act up.

"I.. want to thank everyone for coming." He coughed before saying that. He looked at every single person in the silence. "Let's have a toast and enjoy the night." He opened his arms widely, while the people applauded.

He kept staring at his parents as his heart beat stared to pound faster and faster. This wasn't a sign of "parent love" anyway. This time, they gestured to come next to them. Jungkook could already hear them yelling inside. They were frightening, at least that's what Jungkook thought.

He walked slowly next to them.
"We are so proud of you, son." His father squeezed his hand really hard. That meant he was in trouble.
Jungkook only nodded and smiled.

There wasn't a point of trying anyway. Deep down, he wished he could just walk away and ignore him. Or even more, to walk away from home. If that really happened, they would track him down, without a doubt he would get kicked in the ass, broken his arm and his father would beat the shit out of him. He never got any of the money anyway, it was daddy's money.

Thirthy minutes already in the night has passed, and Jungkook already had it enough. He coughed one more time and said - "I have to use the restroom, I will be right back."  Before going in the hallway.

He didn't used the bathroom, that was an excuse to not be with them. He struggled with that billionare life, and a tiny part of him wished he had an ordinary life. Instead, he went to the living room. There was the TV on, looks like it had it's news on.