Jeon Jungkook 51

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

— Teddy, I love every single one of our dates, but this... — and Jungkook looked up skeptically at the subway sign.

The alpha stood at the entrance to the underground, causing some curious passersby rushing down to pause in surprise, as his appearance didn't fit this place in the slightest. People like Jungkook drive sports cars gifted by their parents, with a brand new iPhone in every pocket.

In principle, that's exactly who Jeon was — it's just that Taehyung wanted to show him the life the elder had lived before meeting his charming, wealthy boyfriend, who didn't even know about ordinary things like public transport. Maybe he'll even feed him at 7/11.

— What if it smells in there? — the guy meets his lover's gaze again, pouting his lips slightly.

— Yes, Gukie, it definitely doesn't smell like Chanel in there, — the omega's words are like a guillotine blade.

— Curse it, — Jeon groans long-sufferingly, drawing the attention of those passing by, who, in turn, were nothing more than a gray mass of uninteresting people to him. — Maybe let's just forget it? I don't want to catch some kind of infection in this flea-pit, like in the movies. And I won't let you either.