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The next day, Taehyung went to work (as usual) while Jungkook was, again, stuck at home. All of a sudden, he felt an urge for a smoke.

'Fuck.. Fuck, fuck..'

About to text Taehyung, he stopped himself.

'I can get over it. It's no big deal..'

He started sweating profusely.

"Mommy, why is your face wet?"

"Get a mask, baby.. We have to go somewhere.."

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"Hi there. Can I get a pack of Marlboro... Premium black?"

"I'm gonna need some ID, mate."

Jungkook sighed, pulling out his drivers licence, "Hm?"

"Okay, here." The man placed the packet on the counter, "£5, thanks."

"Can I get a lighter with that, please?"

"Sure, that brings your total to £6."

After finishing the transaction, the two stepped outside.

Jungkook stood against the wall with Hwa-Young in front of him. Tucking his mask underneath his chin - He pulled one of the cigarettes from the box, placing the stick into his mouth and the box into his back pocket. He took the lighter to the end of the cigarette and lit it, breathing in the stale smoke.

"Mommy, that's smelly."

"I'm sorry, princess.. Come on, we have to get home."

He held her tiny hand in his, walking down the street while smoking.

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By the time they had gotten to their home, Taehyung was back.

"Where were you?!"









































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