Taehyung.

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

At eighteen, Jungkook wanted little. More money, a good photographic memory for anatomy exams, and... his best friend's father. Mere trifles. And while the first two were manageable, the third stubbornly defied solution. Jimin, his best friend, had already begun to gently tease Jungkook's sudden interest in his adoptive father, though he didn't verbally condemn it—he merely smiled slyly.

And now Jungkook stood at the threshold of the familiar house, nervously shifting from heel to toe. His finger had already been pressing the doorbell several times without his knowing it. Finally, muffled footsteps came from behind the door, and he instinctively prepared to pounce on his friend with a hug, a prepared smile spreading across his face. The door opened.

Mr. Kim stood at the threshold.

Jungkook froze in an awkward half-lunge, his hand frozen in mid-air. The words stumbled somewhere in his throat, leaving only a mute gaze. But Taehyung seemed to have understood everything without words. A slight smile touched the corners of his lips.

"Ah, Kookie, it's you. Jimin asked me to give you some things." Taehyung looked the guy over and stepped aside.

• Come in, don't stand on the threshold.