Jungkook was lying on his bed face down, head and limbs sore from not moving all day for an entire week or two.

He hadn't left his room since his return from Vegas, only going to eat and sleep (or mope, alternatively), with occassional logins to his EA account to keep up his top score.

His phone rumbled from somewhere deep under the unchanged smelly sheets, making him groan out in despair.

Movement. Socialising.

Jungkook hated the two words at the moment.

He lazily picked himself up, fumbling in his sheets to retrieve the whirring iPhone but suddenly jumped up, seeing the caller ID.

"Hell-hello?" He squeaked into his phone, biting his nails in nervousness.

"Hello, Jungkook! This is Jin, Taehyung's Dad. Remember me?" The male from the other side of the line chimed in his usual jovial tone.

"Y-yes! Ofcourse, Ofcourse! How could i forget you Jin,.. uh i mean S-sir sorry," jungkook almost slapped himself for stuttering like a 2 year old. It wasn't his fault though. After not having heard from Taehyung for a whole two weeks, this was the first time he was speaking to anyone related to the older.

"Oh come on Kook, I remember asking you to call me Jin. Sir is for old men. Anyway, as I was saying I wanted to ask you a favour," Seokjin's voice called out from the static, making Jungkook's stomach churn in anticipation.

"Yes?"

"I want you to come over to our place for dinner tonight. I'm making barbecue!" The older laughed gleefully making Jungkook furrow his eyes in confusion.

"Uh Jin ... I don't think Tae would like it that much. I mean he said he didn't want to see my face again after what happened in Vegas-"

"I know about it," Seokjin cut him off sounding serious for a second. Jungkook's heart leaped up in fear.

"But it's my invitation not Taehyung's. I want you to come over. You guys need to talk it out."

"Wait-- really!?!" Jungkook stood up in surprise, body feeling a new rush of excitement. Seokjin was supporting him?!?

"Yes. Now don't waste more time and be here by 7. Get yourself a ride because it's going to snow. I'll see you then?" Jungkook nodded his head instantly, forgetting the other couldn't see him before gushing out a yes and hanging up.

He rushed into the bathroom to shower for the first time in two weeks.

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"Jungkook where do you think you're going?" Namjoon asked, looking up from his newspaper, gold rimmed circular glasses perched on top of his nose.

Jungkook stopped at the exit, a long furry coat hanging off his shoulders uptill the calves, wrapped in two scarves, a beanie and some gloves. He turned to face his father.

"Just a dinner at some friend's," Jungkook replied briefly, half expecting his father to stop him or ask more intrusive questions. But that didn't happen.

Instead, Namjoon pressed a small smile and nodded, going back to read his paper peacefully. Jungkook stood confused for a long minute but chose to keep quiet and leave. But he stopped again when he heard his dad's voice.

"Do you have a ride? It's going to snow so I let off hyuk for tonight."

"Oh..." Jungkook spun on his feet and bit his lip, " then I don't have a ride."

Namjoon closed his paper and stood up, going to grab his coat from the wooden rack near the door.

"Im going out, want me to drop you instead?" His father asked casually and Jungkook swore he had to take a double take at that.

"You'll drop me??!" He asked, eying his father incredulously. This was new.

"That's what I said," Namjoon chuckled already walking out the door ahead of the boy, "You coming?"

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"So who's this friend you're meeting up for dinner?" Namjoon asked, turning the steering to his left. Jungkook was busy blasting the heater in the car, fingers growing numb at the falling degrees outside.

"No one, just a friend. You don't know him," Jungkook said looking out of the window at the greying skies, "Where were you off to?"

"No where. Just to see a friend, you don't know him either," Namjoon mimicked him, making Jungkook bark out a laugh.

Why was his dad being so... Cool?

"Touché," Jungkook commented, a small smirk playing on his lips, " Alright, his dad run's a cafe in downtown Seoul."

The car screeched stop.

"What?" Namjoon snapped looking over at his son, "Who runs a cafe in downtown Seoul!?"

"His dad," Jungkook replied looking confused, "Mr. Kim Seokjin? He's Taehyung's father... You know him?"

Namjoon almost groaned out in despair. Out of all friends, Jungkook was going to have dinner at his boyfriend's place? Why hadn't he thought of that before!?

"Uh-- dad can you please keep driving, I don't want to be late. Mr. Kim is a punctual man."

Namjoon closed his eyes and nodded, starting up the car at his son's request.
He was going to um... 'Keep an eye' on  the said man anyway so it didn't have to be that difficult. It wasn't like he was going inside his home or anything.

Plus he could finally know where the older lived without actually following him like a certified stalker. Namjoon really hated being himself sometimes.

The car stopped in front of a quaint looking house in the residential Seoul. It had a fenced lawn with pink carnation planted all over, a letter box and a chimney that was currently giving out smoke.

It instantly felt like Seokjin.

Namjoon stiffled a fond smile and looked over at Jungkook who was putting off his seatbelt.

"Take care and have fun," he said, a hint of longingness in his voice. Oh how he wished he could just follow his son in there.

"Yes dad," Jungkook suddenly coughed, a blush on his cheeks on not being used to his father's endearments.

A knock on their car suddenly startled them, both kins looking out to spot a silver head decked in winter clothes, flashing the widest grin ever.

"Not this shit again," Namjoon internally cursed seeing the knowing look in Yoongi's eyes. Jungkook cocked a brow and pursed his lips.

"I see we have guests!" Yoongi grinned brushing his white hair from his face, "Did uncle invite you Jungkook?"

"Yepp." Jungkook drawled, looking elsewhere. He wasn't really fond of this Hyung since the message threat incident.

"And you... Jungkook's father?"

Namjoon gave him a death glare through the window, challenging him to say anything to fuck this up. Yoongi only smirked.

"Dad's not invited. It's just me, now if you please--" Jungkook stopped, watching the older boy shake his head.

"It would be so so rude if I let your father go away just like that! Do you not know my uncle? He'd be very pissed if he finds out I let Jungkook's father go back empty-handed. You need to come inside and have dinner with us. Plus it's going to snow really hard now. Who's going to take you back home huh kook?" Yoongi urged, expressions so genuine you'd almost miss his shit eating smirk.

"No way, no-- that's not happening. I'm not going in." Namjoon declared but grimaced seeing the speculative look on Jungkook's face.

"Actually he's right. I do need a ride back home too. And also I'd like it if you met Taehyung's father. He's a total sweetheart. I don't think he'd mind if you stayed for dinner, right dad?" Jungkook suddenly began urging him with those two big puppy dog eyes of his. Truth was, he didn't want to be the only outsider in the family get together. If things went wrong with Taehyung, atleast his father would be there to help him save face.

Yoongi supported the younger and the older had to give in, as reluctant as he was. Shit this was not what he was expecting at all. He just wanted to watch the older from afar, indulge in the beauty of his new look and the sweet smiles he threw at his customers. But meeting him after what he said that night? And having dinner with him !?! It was going to be a mess, he could tell.

The three men trudged across the pavement with an umbrella over their heads and reached the small door which still had some remnants of the past Christmas.

Yoongi rung the bell, feeling particularly giddy.

"Ah, Yoongi-ah, Jungkook-ah I've been waiting for a whole--" Seokjin paused, eyes falling on the man standing behind his expected guests.

Namjoon looked up slowly and met eyes with the older, who looked frozen, perplexed. That's when he thought if he should just say Hi and bolt--

"Hey uncle, look who I found! It's Jungkook's father." Yoongi said loudly, trying to hold in a snicker, "he was going to go back after dropping the kid but I asked him to stay for the dinner. I did good, right?"

Seokjin blinked, mind registering nothing but the younger's handsome eyes staring back at him.

"Uh uncle?" The silver head poked him, snapping the older out of his reverie.

"Uh-oh yeah yeah you did good um--" Seokjin stuttered, rubbing his palms on his yellow apron," please-please come in um.. Jungkook and Mr.--"

"Mr. Kim," Namjoon finished quickly before the older could, and cleared his throat slightly, "it's nice to meet you Mr. Kim."

Seokjin shut his mouth and nodded, cursing over the fact that he almost called Namjoon by his surname which wasn't Jeon. They were supposed to behave like strangers, not two people who slept together and kinda liked each other.

God, it was going to be yet another one of those long nights.

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