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TWENTIETH CHAPTER
2016

"we are all shaped by some incredible sadness. by a part of our past that still hurts."

//

Taehyung is a milk man.

Jungkook's milk man. 

"i normally leave the milk outside but i decided to be nice and leave an extra one. that's all i wanted to say-"

Taehyung ends his rant. he looks from Sahar to Jungkook several times with a frown on his face. "is this where you live? i'm so confused." he directs his question at his best friend.

"no .. i live with you." Sahar presses her palm against her forehead. poor Taehyung feels like he's being lied to. she needs to keep going.

"you live with him?" Jungkook asks and appears in the door frame. skinny figure covered in casual clothes, blonde, wavy hair and chestnut, bright eyes. he shifts his gaze numerous times, from Taehyung to alarmed Sahar.

"Jungkook? what the fuck." Taehyung is more surprised now. he wasn't expecting to see the millionaire and famous race car driver here. with his best friend. "Sahar, what's going on?"

Sahar takes a while to piece some words together in her head. she wants to give Taehyung a valid and accurate explanation but right now, she can't think. 

Taehyung stares at Jungkook in amaze. he mouths something but no words come out until they finally do. "i'm such a big fan." he speaks.

Jungkook nods, smiling a small, polite smile. "thanks man." it's a genuine thank you. 

"there's a orange haired guy at the gates." Taehyung mentions, pointing behind him as he holds a blank expression. "you might want to get rid of him." he suggests. orange hair?

Hoseok arrives at the door, moving Sahar and Jungkook apart unintentionally. "for fuck sake, Jimin." he mutters the name of the crazed fan- Sahar's rival, before walking out of the mansion. "i'll get rid of him." he mentions.

"i'll explain when i come home." Sahar meets Taehyung's wandering gaze and the frown on his lips. she knows her best friend feels alarmed, muddled and tired from the information. she'll make sure to explain things in a simple format for him. they'll be okay.

"do you want to invite your friend in?" Jungkook asks, leaning into Sahar's side as if it's the most natural thing ever. she tries not to smile at the comfort and warmth that surrounds the two of them. their connection feels too real in every life. is it really destiny?

"no it's alright. i'll see you later." Taehyung forces himself to say.

Sahar notices dark haired Taehyung still in surprise, eyes wide at the sight of her and Jungkook in a mansion he's not used to as he hesitates to walk away from the grand,  baffling moment. 

//

Sahar leaves the grand mansion, aware she might have to come back, yet she still waves at the majestic windows, marble floors and of course, the owner of the household- Jungkook, who really doesn't want her to leave.

the neatly dressed billionaire drops Sahar off to the car that'll be driving her home with his hands in the pockets of his smart, ironed trousers and hair styled away from his face. they spot a tall, quiet man standing outside- waiting for the perfect moment and then...

snap!

the stranger flashes his camera, sitting on his bike with a scarf wrapped around his neck and hair covered by a stylish hat. Sahar realises it's Namjoon and he's taking pictures of them, together. she's stunned but also irritated at how he keeps taking photos.

"hey listen, you better leave right now." Jungkook speaks, voice stern and clear. Sahar almost swoons at the authority and demanding attitude (the outfit doesn't help). it's obvious he's said similar words of warning before- the previous warnings seem to not have made a big or beneficial influence.

Jungkook isn't surprised when oblivious, clever Namjoon continues to take photos annoyingly. it makes Sahar sad- this is Jungkook's lifestyle ... his life and his privacy doesn't mean anything to the outside world and it isn't fair. 

"this same pap keeps coming and now he's got you." Jungkook seems more annoyed at the fact that Namjoon has a picture of her. he doesn't want her to get caught up in his mess- it's certain from how he looks at her, soulful eyes with a caring sense.

Sahar panics. firstly, hello? privacy? secondly, she looks horrible. "what? oh my god. hey! delete the picture." she shouts out to Namjoon.

he ignores her, pretending she isn't there.

Jungkook is amused. he finds it cute how she shouts and fails. "you're cute if you think they're going to do that and listen to you." he remarks.

"will i see you soon?" Jungkook leans in to kiss Sahar's cheek.

"i promise." Sahar replies.

//

Sahar is back at hers with Taehyung.

"you're in a what?" Taehyung repeats and jumps on the spot.

"yeah i know." Sahar sighs and drags her hands down her face. she was expecting her best friend to exclaim and wonder how on earth she got herself into such a tricky situation?

"that's crazy." Taehyung states, hair in between his fingers as he can't sit still. Sahar nods and almost chokes at his next, oddly accurate words. "you legit have a sugar daddy."

Sahar thinks. "i ain't getting money." unfortunately.

"maybe you should." Taehyung comments and randomly high fives Sahar. the female forgets that she's in another life, her friendship with Taehyung feels so habitual and normal. "damn, look at you Sahar." he starts to laugh.

damn, look at me- Sahar thinks. what am i doing? 

the door bell rings.

"i bet it's your lover." Taehyung's words sound in Sahar's ears as she walks to the closed door, swinging it open. it's not who she was expecting.

it's Yoongi!

Sahar stops herself from smiling at the sight of the older boy. she misses him- she'll admit it. she's about to greet him but he beats her to it.

"here." is all he says before stepping forward, wrapping his arms around her in a comforting manner- hugging her tightly. Sahar barely has time to respond back and enjoy the hug.

"bye." Yoongi leaves straight away.

as Yoongi steps down from the entrance to her apartment, Jungkook comes into view and Sahar is startled. her hugger walks straight past the billionaire with his hands in the pockets of his coat, cap on his pretty head.

Jungkook stands in front of his shiny car, looking confused as his eyebrows furrow and he licks his lips. he's dressed formally- blazer off, pants obscure, buttons closed and hair styled.

Sahar walks up to him, feeling slightly embarrassed. she hopes he doesn't ask her what that was. she can't even form sentences from the way he's looking at her in such an attire. does he always look this handsome?

"what was that?" Jungkook questions.

"don't ask, shall we go?" Sahar is eager to avoid the conversation.

Jungkook nods a little, acknowledging how she doesn't want to talk about it and he shrugs it off. his eyes meet Taehyung's- who's stood in the doorway with an excited grin.

Jungkook waves at Taehyung, matching his boxy smile.

"you have a cute friend." Jungkook smirks, looking back at Sahar.

"and you have a cute driver." Sahar fires back giddily.

brown meets green and the tension between the two is undeniable, amazing and affectionate. there's always something more, if only Jungkook knew. "what about me?" Jungkook asks. Sahar knew he'd ask that.

"what about you?" Sahar questions.

"am i not cute?" Jungkook pouts. oh honey...

"you're alright." Sahar nudges him playfully.

"ah Sahar." Jungkook shakes his head, blonde hair bouncing as he looks away- beautiful smile tracing his lips. "maybe you'll win the bet."

//

a friend mentioned how i came up with jungkook as a formula race car driver in the story and now bts are actually world ambassadors or something like did yall sEE THE UNIFORMS

thank you for 10K <3