Eyes Never Lie (Taekook/ Vkook)

6. Accept me

September 4, 2000 (Smithfield, London)

"Kookoo! There's someone here to see you!" the man knocked on the door like he had done in the past three days something he never thought will be included in the fruitless cycle of his daily regimes.

"Papa, I just got off the phone with Jimin, he isn't here! For the hundredth time, this won't work!" out came a shaky voice, a conspicuous give away on how the boy was perhaps wallowing in despair again.

"Fine then. If you don't believe me, I'm sending the visitor in." the man spoke again and sighed helplessly when no response ensued.

Jungkook laid with his face buried with his face in the pillow. If you ask him, the first two days were actually easier when all he felt was a pain of the heartbroken. It was harder now that there was an accompanied realization of detriment, humiliation, desperation and worst of all, rejection.

The door was knocked again and he growled as loud as the neighbors' Saint Bernard throwing the pillow on the floor and getting up with an aggressive jump to give his father a piece of his mind.

"The least you could do is give me some-"

Like the suction pump in a sewage plant, every word on his throat got sucked into the gutter of his throat and collected like dung in the cockpit of his lungs, infiltrating them with the unsaid.

The man who stood by his door has always conveniently managed to render him speechless with his intimidating strature, rakish suit and tie, and an undying masculine tick of brow that made Jungkook want to serve grapes in his mouth while sitting on his lap.
What?

"Good evening Jeon Jungkook."

Oh there it was. The heavy daunting but promiscuous voice. A voice so so deep that every hair on Jungkook's body was giving a standing ovation to the sensuality in it's depth.

"M-mr. K-"

"Taehyung." he corrected.

Jungkook's mouth fell agape. He didn't know if it was from the unanticipated permission for the usage of first name or the unabashedly knocked out wind from his lungs courtesy of The Kim Taehyung offhandedly entering his room and looking around with a judgy eye.

Is it too late for Jungkook to jump-fly and tear down that embarrassing Backstreet Boys poster?

"Don't worry. I'm not judging the poster. I would have, if it was the Spicy Girls or something."

An adorable giggle echoed through small room making the man who was looking around with one hand in his pocket turn around and arch his brows at the boy.

"What?"

"It's Spice Girls not Spicy!" he said placing a hand over his mouth, however the chirpy sounds of his giggles did not seize even little.

"Tomato, tomaatoe" Taehyung shrugged but couldn't conceal the small twitch of his lips into half a smile and Jungkook might have felt his knees tremble at the sight a little.

He watched as Taehyung took a seat on his study chair and gestured the boy to sit afront, which he did nervously fidgeting with the hem of his sweater as he sat at the edge of his bed.

Taehyung cleared his throat before speaking softly "How do I begin this?" he mumbled.

"Y-you can start by asking if I'm doing okay and if I have been eating and all?" meekly rubbing his one foot over the other, Jungkook spoke, eyes never leaving the Hello Kitty rug beneath the rhythmically tapping shiny black leather shoes.

"Your eyes are swollen, you have a cold, so you're clearly not doing okay. And you've already eaten-"

"Yeah yeah you must have detected my hemoglobin or something. I get it."