In the future universe, BTS was finally recognized worldwide as international superstars. They are now legends.
But while more obstacles were still needed to fight off, the government still unsupportive of their community, the company still keeping...
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"–Ah, shiiiit. This chair is damn heavy aiiish!" cursed Father Bae as he placed the chair with great difficulty. It landed on the floor with a loud thud. He puffed in exhalation while massaging his knees that began to hurt a bit that it made him close his eyes because of the pain. He could not describe the pain that almost made his vision black.
"Huuu! Ah my knees aish–"
–He continued straightened up with enclosed eyes, almost crying and massaged his lower back. Good thing it didn't crack. He still maintained a low tone of his voice in order not to disturb his wife when he moaned in pain.
"Mm~ It hurts– Haaaa–! Eomma- Eomma- Eommaa– how and where the heck in the whole wide world did you ever find and buy such a material, uoh?! Were you thinking about me when you find this thing? I'm not a professional wrestler you know! You should have pity on me too if you love me that muuuch–"
He limped a bit as he turned around, careful enough to ease the pain on his right leg.
"You women find life so wonderful of course when you have too much of a good thing in the house without even thinking of your dear husband–"
He was finally relieved when he sat.
"–Ah!" breathed Father Bae while catching his breath and leaned his head on the chair. There were beads of sweat that formed on his forehead. He stretched his painful leg and found a bit of comfort. He relaxed for a moment while muttering to himself, waving his hand as he talked to his sleeping wife who did not hear behind him.
"I am the only one who could bring Black Knight, Red, Silver, Rose, and Einstein– aah and all our agents on the floor but I never thought for a single moment that this damn chair could be this heavy as shit, Eomma. I'm just wondering how you got your energy to pull this chair on the floor twice every day like it was nothing so you can do your makeup and nightly regimen."
He looked down and eyed the corners of the chair for a while. He tried to imitate how his wife dragged the chair. He crouched a bit and pulled it. But to his surprise, the chair did not even move an inch–
"–Mmmh! Aish," cursed Father Bae while bent. "What the hell– she just drags it just like this and made it look so easy to do like it was a fucking metallic folding chair! But I cannot even pull it–"
–Still the chair did not move. Father Bae gave up and settled back.
"It probably only answers to your precious hand like it's a damn crystal ball," he muttered. "I don't care if this is a pretty queen's throne and matches well with our bedroom– I'm going to sell this off to get rid of this shit and buy a damn new thing that's prettier and lightweight. There are lots out there! Right, Kookie?"
Father Bae settled his left foot manly in a four on top of his stretched leg. He opened his eyes and looked surprised to see the two people he wished to talk tonight sitting uncomfortably in front of him. Jimin almost shielded his entire back from him, still holding Jungkook's head to his chest with one arm. Jungkook also covered Jungjae-Hwa's face with his arm, still holding Jimin's hand tightly to his chest with the other. Father Bae blinked.
