Fake || a kth and jjk ff

|| six ||

Taehyung slipped an arm around Jungkook's back. "It's my fault Mrs. Jeon. I insisted he help me find something to wear, which made him late in coming downstairs."

Jeon Ae-ri's face softened. "Aren't you just precious for defending Jungkook like that? And I insist you call me Ae-ri."

"Thank you, Ae-ri." He tugged Jungkook closer. "I can't help but defend him. He's like a bunny I need to take care of."

Jungkook wanted to kick Tae for making that comparison. Just because people said his smile was like a bunny's, it didn't mean he himself was a bunny.

His mother got a dreamy look on her face before handing Jungkook a tray of white bowls shaped like flowers and while candles. "Take these outside and set them up. Don't forget to light them." Without another word, she walked into the dining room.

"Jungkook," Taehyung said in a low voice. "Let's take these out."

His face twisted. "Why do you want to brownnose her so much?"

"Well... consider why I'm here in the first place."

"Exactly," he spat. "Why are you here?"

Tae's face was expressionless as he took the tray from him. "I'm here to help, and you're doing your best to make it difficult."

"I don't trust you."

"Which you've said. The way I see it, you have two options. One, we play this out, or two, I leave right now."

Taehyung was right, which irked Jungkook. Why was he so irritated anyways? He had been harmless enough so far. And he was right. He was helping him out of a situation he should've resolved two months ago. "You're right. I'm sorry."

A box-shaped grin spread across his face. "Now was that so hard? Come on."

He turned and headed for the French doors, leaving Jungkook to trail behind.

When he stepped out, he stopped in his tracks next to an equally stunned Taehyung.

The house had a multilayered deck with a pool at the edge. The whole deck was extended and lined with glittering decorations. Several bistro-sized tables with chairs are arranged around the pool, and a buffet table covered in gold colored organza and a white sheer overlay was set up on one level of the deck. But that wasn't what has stunned them.

The entire area was tented with a soft white fabric lined with twinkling lights, and a giant chandelier hung in the middle, directly over the pool.

"Does your mother think we're already married, and this is the reception?"

Jungkook shook his head, speechless. It was extremely over the top for just an evening cocktail party.

His father emerged from the door behind them, a frame in his hand. Jungkook gasped when he realized what it was—a photo of him and Taehyung in his parents' kitchen.

"How did you get that?"

His mother reappeared. "The photos you sent me of you and Taehyung were atrocious. And besides, he's much cuter in person than those blurry and out of focus shots," she said. "So after Taehyung kissed you in the kitchen, your father took a picture so we could use it tonight."

"That's creepy." Jungkook muttered.

His mother gave a tight smile. "No, it was efficient. Though it's not the professional portrait I wanted—"

"I told you many times that Tae couldn't get away from work."

"—this'll have to do."

"Why do we need to have one at all?" Jungkook asked in dismay. "We're both here. Our presence should be enough." Although, he hoped that Taehyung wouldn't be around for long so he could be done with this disaster or a weekend.