Jungkook drummed his fingers on the polished wooden top of his desk, eyes skimming the words on his desktop screen.

He'd been on that chair since he got home three hours ago, trying to come up with words to fill the few last pages of his draft. The thing was, he knew what he was aiming for. The book had an already established ending in his head but he needed the right words for perfect execution. He wanted to end the book with a bang like the last two that he had written.

There were times like this, when he wished he could talk to someone about this. Tell them about the worlds in his head and whenever he got stuck like he presently was, he could ask for their perspective. He wished he wasn't whom he was and had to hide this important side of him. The side that loved to write and create worlds unfamiliar to anyone.

Writing was his stress relief, his safe space, his haven that he guided with everything he had. It was something he couldn't afford to share with anyone. So, he sat there, moping at the screen with a blank head, knowing nothing could be done in that moment. He'd have to come back to it. Look for something befitting to capture the essence of everything he'd created.

That was when a message came in. Jungkook's iPhone 14 pro max lit up with the notification on the desk next to a glass of half filled water. He didn't move to pick up the device, he could see the name and message from the angle he was sat.

Bloodsucker: Where are you?

Jin wasn't even around, yet he was monitoring him like a haunting ghost. Jungkook hated the amount of power his parents had placed in Jin's hands over him. He was like a Vampire slowly sucking the happiness and peace of mind out of Jungkook's life.

His aim in life was to make Jungkook as uncomfortable as possible and he didn't understand how his parents didn't see it, too. That Jin was not the great guy they felt he was.

He was cool in front of them, but alone he'd threaten to smash Jungkook's head through a window. If that wasn't a manipulative and two faced trait, Jungkook wasn't sure what was.

Yoongi's name flashed across the screen, the phone vibrating. Jungkook hated the ringtones on iPhone, so his phone was always set to vibrations. He collected the phone and answered, eyes darting back to his screen. He wasn't a religious person, but he was praying for a miracle to happen.

"Yes?"

"JUNG-FUCKING-KOOK!" Yoongi yelled into the phone, causing Jungkook to lean away from it in irritation. Yoongi was a level-ten maniac.

"Why the hell are you yelling?"

"DO YOU OR DO YOU NOT HAVE TICKETS TO CHANEL'S ANNUAL GALA THIS WEEKEND?!" He continued in his yelling voice, ignoring Jungkook's complain.

"Yes, I do. What the hell is your problem, Yoongi? It's so late and I'm-"

"AHHHHHHH! NO FUCKING WAY!"

"Good night, Yoongi."

"NO, WAIT!" Yoongi rushed out. "I'll stop shouting. Don't be such a bitter person. You have no idea how important this is to me," Yoongi whined.

Of course, Jungkook knew how important it was to Yoongi. He knew how important followers and likes and comments and labels and attending fancy events and being a trending topic meant to Yoongi. He knew that, for Yoongi, the 300k people following him on Instagram were his entire life and everything each person thought or said about him mattered.

He knew being and climbing up the social pyramid meant a lot to Yoongi. It was kind of pathetic and pitiful.

Jungkook hated social media. He hated the media, in general. He hated it because all his life, he'd woken up and gone to bed with his name in their mouths. His father had already been established and known in the world of business way before he was born, so he was  born into a world where people knew his name even before he did.

Every move he made was a public announcement. The friends he hung out with and the food he ate made headlines, and what baffled him was they always had something to say about him, true or not. His name was always somewhere there even when all he did was try and live his life as quietly as he could.

Unlike Yoongi, Jungkook didn't give a shit about the two-point-something million people following his Instagram account; @thejeonjungk, or what they thought about him. He wasn't even in charge of his Instagram account, because his parents didn't trust him 'to run it maturely', without causing a scandal.

The thing was, it was a good thing they didn't give him the passwords to his social media accounts or he would have deleted the whole thing.

"What do you want, Yoongi?" He asked flatly, stretching in his seat. Even though his reading chair had been specifically recommended by his Orthopedist, his back felt stiff and his legs ached from sitting for so long.

It was past ten. He hadn't had dinner. At the club, he'd been annoyed by his mother's friend trying to match him with her cousin's husband's niece who was a super model in Paris, to eat.

That had been the reason for the invite to the club on a Wednesday. On a school night. To yet again match make him to one of her friends' family, as if his aim in life was to find someone of the same status, marry them, have kids and not be a disgrace to his father's name.

His stomach protested in hunger. Even though the cook had long retired for the night, he had find something to eat. He got to his feet and headed through the large halls to the kitchen.

"Come on, best friend, you know what I want!"

Jungkook had, in fact, procured the ticket for Yoongi. He'd RSVP'd but in Yoongi's name because he knew Yoongi would be interested in the event, even though he wasn't. Yet, he decided to not make it so easy for his friend. Punishment for screaming into his ear earlier.

"A ticket? Now, why would I do that?" He asked.

"Because I'm your best friend?"

Jungkook scoffed. "What good has your best friendship done for me?"

"A lot of good, you sadistic bastard!" Yoongi snapped, then his voice dialed down to a low, pleading tone. "Come on, man."

"You have to give me something, Yoongi. This is Chanel we're talking about, not Channel." He grabbed a bowl and spoon from the cupboard and a box of cereal from the several selection on the shelf, with a carton of milk from the fridge, before settling by the large island to have a super late dinner.

"Fine! I didn't want to do this but whatever. I have an information that could be of use to you."

"Go on."

"I saw Jin at the bar tonight."

Jungkook rolled his eyes. Big news. Everyone knew Jin went to bars and had meaningless sex. "And so?"

"Well, he didn't leave on his own accord," Yoongi dragged on. Jungkook knew whatever he wanted to say, he was stalling on purpose.

"I swear, I'll tear the ticket if you don't get to the point."

"He left in the back of a police car. Your buddy got arrested for harassment, Jungkook."