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Jungkook can genuinely say that he is content with his life now. He’s currently 25 years old with one of Asia’s most successful companies under his name; Jeon Jungkook is practically a household name at this point.
He had taken over his Jeon Electronics after his parents had passed away in a yacht accident 3 years ago. It was a tragedy reported all over the news. The deaths of East Asia’s leading companies’ owners during a yacht party was certainly a shocking event to the general public. Who had thought it was a good idea to put a bunch of influential and wealthy people in one place anyways? It had prompted for the youngest generation of CEOs, many teenagers and young adults- such as Jungkook- having to take over their parents’ places.
It had been a pivotal point to say the very least. Many were like Jungkook himself, fresh out of college and traumatized by at least one family member’s death. In a competition amongst ‘peers’ that Jungkook had grown up seeing at business and dinner parties, Jungkook had proven to be the most successful and hardworking.
For a long time, reports of stock market crashes and bankrupt companies were all over the news. Some had simply not been ready to uphold their parents’ responsibilities and had been overwhelmed by the stress and workload- inexperienced in how to navigate the business world that they had been haphazardly thrown into.
It hadn’t even been a full year yet since his breakup with Taehyung when his parents’ lives were taken away. Putting all feelings of heartache and grief aside, Jungkook had thrown himself into work, aiming for economic success. And what a success it was.
Though Jeon Electronics had already been a notable corporation, Jungkook had capitalized others’ moments of weakness to come out on top. It was like a disastrous game of Monopoly with Jungkook declared as the winner.
If Jungkook were to be honest, he wasn’t as devastated about his parents’ deaths as much as other people have been. For most of them, they had their mothers to take care of them as a child, sometimes their fathers as an exception. Women generally don’t lead alongside with their husbands, but Jungkook’s mom had been an exception. For as long as Jungkook could remember, his childhood went by with nannies and babysitters that showed him more affection than his parents ever did. He was always more of an heir than a son to them, Jungkook thinks.
They were his parents nonetheless, and he was saddened about their deaths. But he got through it. He moved past it just like he had done after his breakup with Taehyung.
He’d be lying to himself if he said that moving over Taehyung was a simple task. In fact, it had been the complete opposite; it was one of the hardest things that Jungkook had to ever do. For the longest time, he thought that it would be possible for anyone to love him for who he really is. How could anyone do so when his wealth was enough to change even the purest man? He had thought that it would be absurd for anyone to see past his CEO title and net worth.
That’s why he had transferred to Seoul University and revealed his identity to everyone before they even asked. Might as well attract all the snakes and identify them as such rather than go through what he had with Taehyung and be betrayed.
Jungkook doesn’t even know why he’s thinking of Taehyung after all of this time. He had come to terms with what happened- sort of. Late at night when he just can’t fall asleep and has too much time to think, Taehyung’s face would occasionally burn itself behind his eyelids. Why did he do that? Did Taehyung ever really love him? Maybe it was just his title as football captain? His sculpted body? Who knows?
He would usually just fall asleep, forgetting about the idea of ever finding out the answers to those questions and continue on with his day-to-day tasks.
But perhaps all of these memories are surfacing because Jungkook had decided to drop by Dot Dot Dot. He never understood the logic behind the name until his drew up a '...' The epiphany had been an astounding one. And sure, he had gone out of the way just to get here after he had left his office an hour ago, but he figured why not? He was totally over Taehyung and this place had amazing drinks.
It had been the location of their many study dates over the semesters. In fact, it had been the location of their first encounter. Jungkook can’t exactly recall how he had ended up here all those years ago, but he certainly remembers the events that had unfolded afterwards. Taehyung had been struggling with an English text for his class and had been close to pulling his own hair out, sounding out groans and grunts every three seconds or so.
Jungkook had only watched on amusedly at the back of the frustrated student while munching on a blueberry muffin. He tried to muffle his laughs, but a small giggle managed to escape from between his lips unfortunately- or fortunately, depending on how he looks at it with hindsight.
He had fucking squeaked , when Taehyung whipped his head around to glare at him with a wild look in his eyes, adorned by the designer eye bags underneath. Jungkook had only gulped because not only the guy seemed to be at his wit’s end, but he was terribly adorable - golden skin revealed by a pink self-cut (?) shirt.
“You look like you’re good at English. Please help me out,” Taehyung pleaded. He brought two hands together and repeatedly bowed his head in a praying motion.
Well, that’s what happened. Jungkook had hesitantly helped Taehyung out at first, the latter being awed at Jungkook’s fluency and not believing his own luck.
With his lips forming a small ‘o,’ Taehyung had exclaimed excitedly, “Woah! Were you born in the States?”
Jungkook- who had been reading off a few sentences and explaining that the reason why its definition was so difficult to grasp were because they were idioms- looked over at Taehyung nervously.
His weak chuckles came out as ingenuine, but Taehyung had been too surprised to notice. “No, I just learned from English songs, that’s all. You know, Tori Kelly and whatever,” he added to sound more convincing. He wasn’t about to reveal that he’s been tutored to the point of fluency in Japanese, Mandarin, and English.
After that, they had bonded over their love for music, albeit their tastes being vastly different with the exception of Big Bang. Thus a friendship was born, and somewhere along the way Jungkook began questioning his sexuality. Dating was hard at first, but it soon became natural, as if it was just meant to happen.
Sometimes, Jungkook would help Taehyung with his English course that he was epically failing, and Taehyung would kiss Jungkook every time he got a question right on his math assignments. Other times, they would just watch anime in the corner and share headphones, muffling their giggles after the owner shot them a stern, but fond look for disturbing other customers.
Of all the customers, though, they were never from Yonsei University, the college that Taehyung and Jungkook had attended. It was small and unknown enough that it had become their secret, little haven.
Jungkook easily pushes the door open with ease, remembering that it was push, not pull, even after all these years. The tinkle from the windchimes accompanied by the scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked pastries make him feel at home. Warmth immediately envelops his body, and he unwraps his scarf to let it hang over both shoulders rather than wounded around his neck three times in a choking hold.
A quick look around easily tells him that there’s no more than two or three occupants and he sighs in relief- ironically fearing social interactions despite the nature of his job.
The yellow lights hanging from above casts a warm glow over the oak furniture. Charcoal-based and scenic paintings are hung up along one of the brick walls. Jungkook remembers painting one for the owner who had requested one after he caught a glimpse of Jungkook’s sketchbook. After receiving doe eyes from Taehyung and the promise of free cinnamon rolls for a month, Jungkook had given in. It surprises Jungkook when he walks in to see his painting still hung up, though.
Jungkook walks towards the counter and looks up at the menu that is written with pastel colored chalk on a large, black chalkboard. He orders a mint hot chocolate with extra whipped cream, figuring that his daily cup of black coffee wouldn’t serve him so well after a night like this.
He pays for his drink and watches the amicable barista’s eyes widen when he drops a 50,000 won note into the tip jar. She flickers her gaze between the jar, his wallet, and his face repeatedly until a look of realization dawns upon her face, and she gasps.
“You’re-” she stutters, mouth agape and pointing an accusatory finger at him. She quickly takes it back and red tints the apples of her cheeks.
Jungkook’s chuckles quietly and smiles at her before turning around to walk towards the usual seat that he had sat at with Taehyung before. He swears it’s just for the sake of nostalgia- getting all of the angsty memories out of his system before he leaves the cafe.
As he heads to the quaint corner with a small couch and low table, the floorboards slightly creak underneath his weight. He frowns when he realizes that the area has already been occupied. Jungkook freezes and squints to make sure he’s not hallucinating.
Nope, that’s definitely Taehyung. Taehyung whose hair had been dyed crazy colors during college- Jungkook recalls soft lilac, bright orange and red on two separate occasions, and even that one weird green streak for two weeks- is now a tamed dark brown color. He’s biting on a pen while looking at a particular piece of paper, many others pieces of paper strewn across the wooden table.
Jungkook can honestly not believe it right now. Five years of avoiding Taehyung, even going through the effort to transfer colleges in the middle of a semester, just to bump into him at their cafe. No, not theirs, Jungkook corrects himself. There was no longer been a ‘theirs,’ ‘we,’ or ‘us’ the moment they broke up- the day that Taehyung had accepted his mother’s bribe, to be more exact.
Taehyung is too focused in whatever he’s doing, eyebrows scrunched together and eyes constantly flickering across the paper, to notice Jungkook’s presence.
It’s not going to be too long before Taehyung notices, though, so Jungkook has to make a decision quickly. Should he run away or deal with it like the adult that he sorta is. They’ve both moved on, right? There’s no harming catching up with an ex that had deeply hurt him emotionally, something that he probably wouldn’t have been able to move past without a psychologist, right ?
Right, he thinks. He nods his head unknowingly, mouth set into a line of determination.
Well, he still doesn’t like confrontation that much. Jungkook rapidly turns around, wrapping the red knitted scarf in a way so that it was covering the lower half of his face, revealing nothing but his eyes. He turns around again and sighs. No, Taehyung doesn’t need to know that it’s him.
This is simply for research purposes. Jungkook needs to see if Taehyung had been doing well without him or if he regretted everything instead. It’s for some sick sense of satisfaction, he decides. It’s not because he wants to know what Taehyung has been up to or because he just wants to hear Taehyung’s voice again. Okay, even if that is the case, it’s just mere curiosity. Human beings are just curious by human nature, he argues.
During his mental debate with himself, Taehyung had looked up with wide eyes at the unmoving figure and Jungkook fucking squeaks . So much for being a man whose name strikes respect and admiration into the hearts of everyone who wants to amount to something in the business world.
“Hey there.” Taehyung pauses whatever he was doing to smile blindingly at Jungkook, a familiar look in his eyes.
Jungkook recognizes that look. Taehyung is flirting with him. He scoffs before remembering that he has an act to keep up. He forces a smile before sitting down on the opposite of Taehyung.
“Hi. What’cha got there?” Jungkook winces at his word choice. ‘What’cha?’ Jesus Christ.
“I’m trying to come up with next week’s lesson for my class. I’m an elementary school teacher.”
Jungkook wants to say, ‘ I know ,’ because that was Taehyung’s ultimate goal in college. He absolutely loves children. Of course he’s working his dream job. Jungkook’s happy for him. He really is.
“Oh, that’s interesting. Do you like children?” Jungkook asks a question he already has the answer to, but he figures it doesn’t hurt when he sees Taehyung’s eye light up, talking about specific children in his class that makes his heart ache with adoration while using wild hand gestures.
Jungkook thinks he knows what that feels like right now.
Only when the barista arrives, setting down Jungkook’s drink, does Taehyung pause, realizing that he’s been speaking for too long, barely taking a breath in between.
“Ah, sorry. I was rambling, wasn’t I?” Taehyung rubs the back of his neck and looks off to the side with a nervous smile gracing his lips.
“No, not at all. I like hearing you talk.” His voice comes out muffled from behind the scarf. Jungkook can’t seem to find embarrassment in those truthful words while reassuring Taehyung.
But so far so good. Taehyung doesn’t recognize him.
“Well, enough about me. What do you work as?” Taehyung tilts his head to one side, resting it onto his left palm.
“I-” Nothing comes to Jungkook’s mind other than flashing question marks and exclamation points.
“-Mailman,” Jungkook says hesitantly. That’s believable, right? “I’m a mailman,” he states much more confidently this time around.
Taehyung looks at him with a glint in his eyes, not quite believing him.
“Your shoes look like they cost more than my apartment’s annual rent,” Taehyung states pointedly with a teasing smile. He emphasizes his point by glancing down at Jungkook’s shoes that seems to sparkle from how new they are underneath the lights.
Okay, so Jungkook forgot that he’s decked out in designer clothes and shoes. People make mistakes.
“Oh. These. I don’t know. I-” Jungkook internally curses himself. Five years without stuttering and fabricated confidence in every syllable is all but forgotten about in the presence of Kim Taehyung.
“-I. Thrift store. I picked these up at a thrift store,” Jungkook is supposed to be good at this. He’s supposed to be a great liar that can control every micro-expression and is supposed to be able to convince anyone into believing anything he wants them to. However, the keyword in this very defining moment is ‘ supposed to .’
Taehyung’s chuckle brings back unwanted memories.
“Thrift store, huh? What happened to not liking things that people have already used? Didn’t you say that it was super unhygienic?” There’s a lilt to his voice that makes Jungkook want to kick him and run away.
“Oh, you think you know me so well, don’t you? Well, guess what? People change. I-” Jungkook’s eyes widen when he finally realizes the implication behind his words. Taehyung’s smirk is now taunting him.
“You-” Jungkook points a shaky finger at Taehyung’s face.
“Yeah? My name’s Taehyung, in case you forgot or something, Gukkie. ” Taehyung leans back into the seat and crosses one leg over the other. “I mean, I wouldn’t be surprised. You’re rich and famous now. And I’m just a nobody.”
“Don’t call me that,” Jungkook grumbles underneath his breath. “And you’re not just a nobody-” Jungkook pauses. He hasn’t been so hesitant with his words like this for a while.
Does he ask Taehyung for the questions he never bothered to ask that night when he was choking on his tears, hurt, and anger? Should he run to his car and drive away from this place forever? Does he throw his cup of hot chocolate at Taehyung and wait for a lawsuit?
“I know you have questions. I can see it on your face. You’ve always been so easy to read.” Somewhere along the way Taehyung’s stupid smirk had been replaced with a lazy smile. Maybe Jungkook won’t walk away after displaying his Taekwondo skills to Taehyung’s face anyways.
His tone surprises Jungkook, though. It’s not cocky or arrogant at all. Just- confident.
“How did you know it was me?” He slowly unwraps the scarf that had not worked as a very good disguise as he intended it to be. He doesn’t know what to feel when Taehyung smiles upon seeing Jungkook’s entire face.
Jungkook is embarrassed now so he chooses to drink his hot chocolate slowly, avoiding Taehyung’s heavy gaze.
“You’re kidding me,” he deadpans. Taehyung’s statement is met with a tense silence. Jungkook continues sipping on the liquid quietly. “Oh, wow. Well, first of all, your face has been all over the news for the past-” He pauses and mumbles something while using his fingers to count. “-five years?” Jungkook nods quietly and Taehyung smiles. “Second of all, I’d recognize those eyes anywhere.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes because what’s that supposed to mean?
As if reading his mind, or more like his face, Taehyung replies, “It means what it means. Your eyes are very expressive. Maybe because they’re so big they’ve always been able to contain so much emotions.”
Jungkook sets down the mug loudly. He didn’t come here for Taehyung to belittle him. With the ease that comes with years of practice, he schools an impassive expression.
“Do you regret it?” Jungkook asks what he really came here for. Why he had foolishly sat down and talked when any sane person would have ran away when meeting the person that had inflicted so much pain upon them.
It’s not even for closure. If this had been four years ago then it’d be a whole other scenario. But Jungkook has grown up now. He’s really just curious.
Taehyung doesn’t miss a beat. “No, not at all.” He smiles sadly, and Jungkook doesn’t know what to make of it.
The question doesn’t even make Taehyung uncomfortable like Jungkook had thought it would. Taehyung doesn’t squirm or look away. He maintains eye contact with Jungkook steadily and doesn’t even blink.
Jungkook’s grip onto the sofa’s armrest becomes so tight his usually prominent veins pop out even more from underneath his skin.
Jungkook scoffs. “Of course you didn’t.” He should just leave right now. He doesn’t know what’s holding him back. Maybe it’s because of all the unspoken words displayed on Taehyung’s face.
After an uncomfortable silence, Taehyung seems to have made up his mind about something. Jungkook had been watching his face contort into different expressions of pain and indecisiveness, as if his inner turmoil is eating him alive. It was kind of funny, but it was slightly scary if he was honest. What’s got Taehyung so conflicted?
“I’m sorry about your parents’ deaths,” Taehyung says, something like empathy lacing his voice. He has a mug in his own hands placed on his lap, and his shoulders curve in to make him look smaller. For the first time that night, Taehyung looks uncomfortable.
“Oh. You heard.” It’s not really a question. Of course he had heard. Everyone with a TV or social media did.
“I mean, it was kind of hard not to. It was all over the news. Yeah, I-” Taehyung looks up from his mug to look at Jungkook in the eye. “-I really wanted to reach out to you at that point.” Taehyung’s habit of biting on his bottom lip nervously seemed to have never went away.
“Are you pitying me right now?” Only Taehyung would pity a billionaire, he thinks bitterly. “What, that losing you was the beginning of some downfall ? Because I’ll have you know, I’m perfectly fine now. I’m great , actually. Did you hear about that new deal I’ve made recently? Because-” The way he was emphasizing his words showed that he was anything but calm. Because he’s not calm. No, he’s apoplectic that Taehyung would even use his parents’ deaths to look down on him right now.
“Jungkook, no!” Taehyung hurriedly cuts him off when he sensed the younger’s anger. “That’s not why I brought it up.” He looks nervously around the room.
“Okay,” Jungkook says slowly. “So why did you? It happened years ago. If this is your attempt of making conversation with me, then I’m leaving.”
“It’s just-” Taehyung takes in a deep breath, but doesn’t follow up with his statement. He continues to look down into his own mug.
Jungkook suddenly wonders if Taehyung ever took his mug back. Taehyung’s homemade mug for him as a Christmas gift amongst many other possessions had been left behind at his dorm after his abrupt transfer. He wonders if Taehyung had been able to step foot into his dorm room after the breakup.
“It’s just what?” Jungkook presses on, fingers tapping on the armrest impatiently. He wants to leave, like, now.
“Is your mother really dead?” Taehyung whispers, as if he was sharing a confidential secret of utmost importance with Jungkook.
“What kind of fucking question is that?” His nose scrunches up in disbelief and annoyance. This is getting ridiculous.
“A genuine one!” Taehyung attempts to reassure him unsuccessfully. “Is she really dead?” Taehyung sounds so quiet and serious that Jungkook’s anger dissipates into slight confusion.
“Yes?” He’s not sure how he’s supposed to answer.
“I need you to tell me with absolute confidence that it wasn’t some faked death or she’s actually just been in a coma for the last few years.”
“No, what the fuck?” Nope, okay. Jungkook’s done. He throws a bewildered look at Taehyung hoping that it gets the message across that he’s not even going to bother entertaining him. He stands up and makes to leave, patting down any crinkles.
He’s not here to play games or entertain Taehyung. He’s about to walk off, but a firm hold on his wrist makes him turn around.
Jungkook’s met with Taehyung’s pleading eyes.
He pries off Taehyung’s fingers with his other hand because as much as he hates to admit it, Taehyung’s touch burns.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Jungkook doesn’t bother to hide his irritation.
“I never took the money,” Taehyung blurts out. He looks surprised at his own slip-up, but he doesn’t take it back.
Jungkook’s head is spinning. He gestures his hand towards the sofa before sitting back down himself. Once they’re both seated, Jungkook speaks up. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I never took the money that your mom offered.”
“But on the audio file. You said that-”
“She made me do it.”
“Okay,” Jungkook drawls with a tone of disbelief. “What’d she do? Threaten to kill you?” he asks sarcastically.
“Not me, but my family. Ah, well. My siblings to be exact. Though I didn’t doubt that she wouldn’t have done more than that. That’s why I don’t regret it. I did it for Chansung and Eunbin.”
“Wha-” Jungkook can’t wrap his head around it. “Why should I believe you?” he asks, but he already has no doubt that Taehyung’s speaking the truth. It all makes sense now. He had always assumed that as long as a sum was large enough, it would be able to sway even the greatest people from their morals.
But Taehyung never cared about money. He did a complete 180 during the breakup and that’s what threw Jungkook off the most. Nothing really made sense at that time. But this explanation does. Taehyung would do anything for his family.
(Jungkook doesn’t stop his thoughts to question himself why he’s so certain about Taehyung. He doesn’t want to know it means.)
And Jungkook’s angry and shocked. But mostly just shocked. His mentality when he tried to move on during the breakup had all been based on the fact that Taehyung had been nothing but a gold digger. Now that that’s not the case anymore, it makes him shift uncomfortably in his seat.
He’s not that angry at his mom. There’s really no point holding grudges against dead people.
“You don’t have to. I just wanted to apologize. I meant what I said during the time of the breakup. I still loved and cared about you at that time. And I’m sorry what your mother made me do caused you to think the exact opposite.” Taehyung lets out a long sigh of relief. The weight on his shoulders had finally been lifted.
“Why didn’t you reach out to me after the yacht accident?” Why weren’t you there for me when I needed you the most? “And don’t give me that bullshit about not being able to reach me. I changed my number and everything, but if you tried I’m sure you would’ve been able to.” Jungkook doesn’t know why he put emphasis on the ‘you.’ Maybe it’s because Taehyung had always been an exception.
If anyone could’ve found Jungkook when he chose to seclude himself from everyone, it would’ve been Taehyung.
“Jungkook, that was when your wedding date got pushed forward,” Taehyung explains softly.
Taehyung averts his gaze to the wedding bang on Jungkook’s ring finger and Jungkook follows his eyes.
How was he supposed to take such a bright future away from Jungkook? Or, he thinks sadly, how was he supposed to take Jungkook away from his at-the-moment fiancée.
Taehyung thinks that the turnout of events would be viewed as tragic by most. Too dramatic for his taste, but it is what it is.
After his breakup with Jungkook, Jungkook’s mother had declared for an arranged marriage with the Japanese heir to some big-name company. Taehyung never bothered to find out. Supposedly, it was to smooth out the relationship between Jeon Electronics and her father’s company that she was soon to take over.
But after the yacht accident, Jungkook had called for the wedding to happen sooner. It was all over TV as well. Amidst the rise and fall of many known companies, the CEO of Jeon Electronics had suddenly declared for the wedding to happen ASAP. He had said that it was because he and Momo had no one but each other at that time- Momo’s father and her accompanying mother were also on that yacht.
They are both rich. They are both beautiful. They were both emotionally bonding over the loss of their parents. Most importantly, they are of the opposite sex.
Taehyung couldn’t have messed everything up by waltzing into Jungkook’s life again with nothing for Jungkook to go by but Taehyung’s words. He had doubted that Jungkook would’ve taken him back anyways.
He had been devastated, but Taehyung moved on. He loved Jungkook, but Taehyung had always been mentally and emotionally strong. After the breakup, he had graduated amongst the top of his class. He got his dream job and interact with children every day, something that he loves to do. On the weekends, he played tennis at the tennis courts with old men that are surprisingly skilled, almost at the professional level. And on Friday nights, he’d hang out with Jimin.
Taehyung is okay without Jungkook. So, really, this was just meant to be an apology. The next words weren’t supposed to come out of Jungkook’s mouth.
“I don’t love her. My marriage with her was just a calculated move for both of our companies to monopolize on the fact that everyone around us had no idea what the fuck they were doing.”
Jungkook looks at him suggestively, as if waiting for him to accept his unspoken offer. But Taehyung doesn’t know what that offer holds.
“And?” Taehyung doesn’t want to jump to conclusions. There’s something bubbling in his chest, but he knows it’s definitely not hope. He and Jungkook have changed. It was bound to happen after five years of their own struggles and conflicts. He doesn’t love Jungkook anymore.
“And we have both secretly dated people on the side before. Well, not really dating for me. But you get my point. She’s already in a relationship with her secretary or something. Three years, I wanna say?”
If everything has changed about Jungkook, Taehyung knows for sure one thing that hasn’t- his smile. His bunny teeth still makes his usual stoic face years younger. He doesn’t love Jungkook anymore, but Taehyung must admit he’s still fond of him. It’s hard not to when they’ve already created so many memories together.
“So?” Taehyung wants Jungkook to explicitly state it so no misunderstandings arise.
Jungkook takes off his wedding band with practiced ease and sets it onto the table. “So, what do you say to a secret relationship? I promise there’s an expiration date this time. It’s only going to be another year or two until my company is stable without Momo’s help and vice versa.”
Taehyung’s breath hitches in his throat. It’s funny how Taehyung had been the one to inflict all the pain upon both of them all those years ago, but it’s Jungkook that openly asks for a second go at it.
This is their second chance to make it right. This time, there’d be no evil mother or fellow teammates to hide from. It’s a whole other world now- they’d have to hide from practically everyone this time around.
“Jungkook, I don’t know about this,” Taehyung says hesitantly. “We barely know each other anymore.” The coffee mug is cold in his hands now.
“But we have memories to build off of, don’t we? You can’t tell me you’re not the slightest bit attracted to me especially after two year’s worth of spending time together.”
Jungkook is looking at him so hopefully- those doe eyes speaking more than his face ever can. Taehyung realizes that Jungkook has chosen to be bare himself again despite having built his walls so high, the Great Wall of China would have been jealous.
Taehyung doesn’t love Jungkook anymore, but he thinks falling in love with him again is going to be the easiest thing ever.
Jungkook takes Taehyung’s silence and watchful eyes to continue. “Why don’t we start over? Hi. My name is Jeon Jungkook, and I still wear Daffy Duck pajamas despite being 25 years old.”
“Hello, I’m Kim Taehyung. I’m a dog enthusiast that enjoys long romantic walks on the beach.”