Jeon

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

"Black lives matter!" Taehyung shouted, earning another slap on the back of the head from the older man.

"Oh, shut up, Tae," Namjoon muttered, lighting a cheap cigarette. "Nobody gives a shit about your political stance."

“Be more polite,” a voice familiar in Las Vegas punk circles makes Namjoon straighten up a bit, even though the speaker was the younger one.

However, they are not in Korea, and in the States no one cared about age.

"If I hear anyone say anything rude to me again, I'll deal with them personally," his black eyes sweeping over the motley group gathered under the bridge.

Taehyung looked down. Jungkook had been courting him for a couple of months now, patiently waiting for Kim to finally give him a yes. But he hesitated, hesitating.

But even now she takes a step towards him, standing next to him.

“I’m not a bun,” is all the younger one says, avoiding looking into the piercing eyes opposite him.

There was a gulf between them: Jungkook, who'd been raised on the streets and had long since tamed them like a wild animal, and Taehyung, who spent time there in secret, unbeknownst to his parents, who would have fainted at what their only golden child was doing. They were terribly different, yet they were drawn to each other with incredible force.

"Yes? And who are you?" Chon chuckled, having long ago chosen him as his king.