~♡Twenty-Two♡~

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The first thing Taehyung did after reaching college was to tell Jimin about what just happened and his friend's reaction wasn't surprising.

"Bitch... why aren't you saying something? He sent me the invitation card for his wedding?" Taehyung freaked out, the two standing on the corners of their class.

"Because..." and now Jimin pulled out the same package out of his bag and Taehyung's eyes widened to see.

"This bastard has something else in his mind. He is calling both of us to Paris, for his fucking wedding. I seriously can't believe..." Jimin scoffed at his ex-senior's act.

"I seriously can't believe it. He is getting married? That fucking cheater? And he sent us two invitations if we were his friends. How far can he go? Seriously I can't stand him." Jimin said, putting the package back into his bag.

Taehyung dropped on his desk, holding his head and panicking his friend who knelt down before him.

"Hey Tae..."

"W-why is he doing this? What will he get by this?" Taehyung asked, his voice cracking as he was on the edge of crying.

"If you dare cry for that bastard, I will not hesitate to smack that head of yours bitch. Let him do whatever he wanna do. Never forget we are way better than him. And I know he is only doing this for showing off, that's obvious but don't you dare cry." Jimin said and Taehyung sniffled up quickly, greeting his teeth.

"I swear if I see him... he is dead." Taehyung whispered through his low voice, squeezing the invitation card in his hand but Jimin stopped him from doing so.

"Wait, if he really wants you to attend his wedding, then why not?" Jimin asked, confusion rising in Taehyung.

"You have to make his best day memorable, don't you?" Jimin whispered with a smirk, his eyes rolling around as he thought about his plan.

"W-what?"

"I have a plan."

"What is it?"

"You are going to Paris, with Jungkook."

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The exhaustive day for Jungkook was finally over and he reached home to only find that his door was already unlocked, making him highly suspicious.

He entered his house in a defensive manner, taking slow and steady steps into his house while looking around.

"Don't worry son. It's me." And he turned his head to find his father casually sitting on his couch.

"Dad? You?"

"Yes, me." His father replied, sipping on some coffee.

"I got some coffee for you too. Come sit, let's have it together." He said and Jungkook put his hands on his hips, staring at his father with a 'so done' face.

"How did you come here?" Jungkook asked, dropping his bag to the side.

"Wow, you should ask 'how are you' instead. Seems like my son became disrespectful too." He said, placing his cup down.

"Dad, that's not funny at all. How are you here? Who told you my address?" Jungkook asked as he stood with crossed arms in front of the table.

"I had to pay some men for that since my son was not ready to tell me." His father confessed, clasping his hands together as he was sitting, wearing his expensive business man suit, completely contrasting his son's casual look.

"Dad... seriously? Like, I literally told you to not interfere but you..."

"Listen kid, you are my family and a family makes home and ever since you aren't there, it doesn't feel like a home at all." His father said, standing to face his son.

"Why? Don't you have your new girlfriend there? Isn't she enough to make a family." Jungkook scoffed, untangling his arms as he stepped back.

"Ah, Jungkook my son, I am still sorry for that. I was slightly drunk too and that was so shameful, I know. I can't bring in words how sorry I am my dear son. This still keeps me awake at night. I can't help it unless you forgive me and come back home." His father apologized to him.

"Listen dad, that's not the only reason and also if you want forgiveness, you are forgiven but I'm not coming home."

"But why? What's the reason? Tell me." His father pleaded.

"Dad, since you never did anything with my consent. So I don't have to ask for your consent to live here. It's my choice and you should understand this."

"But why? How? Like what is the reason? Wasn't our house enough?"

"I want to live alone. Is that okay as a reason?"

"You can stay in holiday villas, other mansions but why a flat?"

"It's small and without any disturbance of any servants. Now excuse me dad and will you please leave me alone?" Jungkook asked, walking to open up the door for his father to leave.

"Did you find someone? Is that the reason? Why are you hiding then?" His father asked frustratedly, making Jungkook sigh.

"Dad will you please stop? It's none of your business." Jungkook said and his father tilted his head and chuckled out of disbelief to hear his tone.

"None of my business? This is why you are still using my black cards?" His father asked, triggering Jungkook.

"Oh yes, your cards. Here. You can take them. I'll find my ways to earn." Jungkook took out the cards out of his pockets, handing them to his father who sighed.

"Why are you so mad at me? Seriously? What am I supposed to do with them? They are yours. Everything I work for is yours. But why are you pushing me away this way? I'm your father." Jungkook's father said emotionally, pain dripping through his voice.

He sighed roughly and ran his free hand through his hair.

"Keep them." He said as he put the cards on Jungkook's table.

"I miss my son and just wanted to see him. You may not worry about me but I do. I will wait till you forgive me wholeheartedly son. Or I will think I am a failure as a father." His father said as he walked to the door, standing face to face with his son who was looking down after hearing those words.

"Remember that, I love you." He whispered as he caressed Jungkook's cheek gently before leaving and the younger male just stood there, letting tears scroll down effortlessly.

Jungkook closed the door after, resting his head against the door as he closed his eyes and sighed roughly.

He may not show but sometimes shits get too much to take and he would need someone to comfort.

But for now he would have to take help of a cigarette until someone decides to blow his stress away.

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UwU did someone mention Paris?

A lot of fun to come!

Hope you guys enjoyed!

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