Frost, a #taekookau
“Is your boyfriend not coming for the show?” his assistant asks, fixing his shirt for him.
Taehyung frowns, genuinely confused, “I… don't have a boyfriend?”
She looks at him, exasperated, “Mr. Jeon?”
Taehyung laughs, “he is not my boyfriend.”
Taehyung leans closer to the mirror to fix the lines of his lips and chuckles to himself.
“He is a spoilt, rich young man who has too much money and spends it on me in exchange for sex. He calls me his sugar baby, and maybe I am, but that's it.”
Sarah blinks, “that's it?”
Taehyung's eyes flicker over to meet hers through the mirror, “yeah...? What else did you expect?”
Sarah holds the board close to her chest, “you have been seeing him for a few months now.”
Taehyung shrugs, “he is a nice guy. Spends too much without a care. I like that.”
“You are sounding like a gold digger there, Tae,” Jimin laughs softly, removing his makeup, “careful.”
Taehyung smiles, shrugs, “well, I am. No? I mean, I know his father is close to kicking him off of his will, and then I will get rid of him too. Until then, I entertain him.”
Jimin shrugs, “whatever keeps your boat sailing. I hope he is worth entertaining, though.”
“He is,” Taehyung waves his hand, the lining pencil held neatly between his fingers, “he thinks he owns me or something but baby boy doesn't understand I got him wrapped around my finger.”
“Got me the Chanel calendar because I was looking at it,” Taehyung snorts, “not even a fan of that brand.”
Jimin blinks, “share with me then!”
Taehyung rolls his eyes, “I already packed it for your Christmas gift.”
Sarah looks hesitant, “he looks like he loves you.”
Taehyung clicks his tongue against his cheek, “people like him are incapable of love, Sarah. Also, what the hell is love in this world and century?”
Jimin gets up, “okay, guys. I will leave for the night. I have a recording tomorrow. Wish me luck.”
Taehyung watches Jimin go.
Just for the man to rush back inside their green room, eyes wide.
“Your boytoy is here,” Jimin pants, “is coming this way. God, came rushing back to stop you from talking shit. He might hear it.”
Taehyung gets up, checking himself out one last time, “thanks, mimi.”
Taehyung looks at Sarah and Jimin, “do I look fuckable?” his eyes gleam with mirth, “he is good in that too, by the way, and he is taking me some place nice. So, do I look good?”
Jimin holds his thumbs up, “you do!”
Before Sarah could say anything, the door opens.
Taehyung turns with a blinding smile on his face, “hey, babe,” he walks over to Jungkook to greet him with a peck, “I am ready. We can hit the road-”
“Can we talk?” Jungkook sounds desperate, “alone?”
Taehyung blinks, smile dimming, “yeah...? Is everything okay?”
Jungkook waits for Sarah and Jimin to leave the green room before he locks it and manoeuvres Taehyung to sit.
Taehyung sits and watches Jungkook pace the room, combing his hair back, cursing under his breath.
“What is going on, babe? You are worrying me,” Taehyung frowns.
“My dad told me he made his will,” Jungkook says, lost in his own thoughts, “and, according to his will, I have to marry his partner's son to get my share because he does not trust all the money in my hands.”
Taehyung hums, “oh. So, we have to meet behind his back, then?”
Jungkook stops his pacing to look at Taehyung, “no! I am not marrying him. I just came here to tell you, I will deny the offer and we can get married.”
Taehyung blinks, “what?!”
Jungkook nods, eager, “yes, baby,” he comes to kneel in front of Taehyung, “fuck him and his money!”
“I am sorry?” Taehyung watches the man kneeling in front of him, “what are you saying?”
Jungkook smiles, hands squeezing Taehyung's knees, “we can get married instead. I know I will be kicked out of my father's will, but who cares? I will find a job. You are an idol. It will-”
“I am 23,” Taehyung breathes out a laugh, “you are 21 for crying out loud! Are you really saying we should get married and shit like that?! Are you even listening to yourself?”
Jungkook's smile dims, “well, fine. If not getting married, then, let's get engaged at least.”
“I will tell dad that I have someone, and we love each other-”
Taehyung gets up, scandalized, “Jungkook?” he breathes out a soft laugh, “where is 'love' coming from? Are you crazy? We were just fooling around and that's it! Stop this madness. I am not marrying you or anything.”
“It was fun as long as it lasted, but I don't want anything more to do with you,” Taehyung shrugs, “sorry.”
Jungkook sits there, frozen, “what do you mean it was nothing more? I...” his voice goes quiet, “I love you.”
Taehyung gives him a long stare, “I am sorry for that.”
“I loved how you got me so many things, how wealthy you were and how much you were paying on me, but,” Taehyung makes a face, “it was just that. Sex and money. I can't marry you for it,” his voice softens, “you are a nice guy, Jungkook, but I don't want this baggage. Sorry.”
“Now I am a baggage?” Jungkook stares at Taehyung, “to you?”
Taehyung rubs his temple, displeased, “you are penniless and pestering me to marry you. I would call it a baggage, yes. I am sorry, but I never promised you love or shit like that. We never said we were anything more.”
Taehyung leans down to cup Jungkook's face, he pulls Jungkook in for a kiss. A deep kiss. Then he steps back.
“I would have to ask you to leave,” Taehyung murmurs, “sorry.”
Jungkook watches him, eyes glistening, “if I was still the billionaire's heir, would you marry me?”
Taehyung thinks, eyes still on Jungkook, “maybe I would,” he hums, “a lifetime of that amount of money. Maybe I would, but,” he tilts his head, “I won't love you. I never loved you. So, I think you dodged a bullet there if you ask me.”
A teardrop rolls down Jungkook's cheek.
Jungkook gets up then, wiping his eyes, “I see,” he nods to himself, eyes on Taehyung, “it was all about the money then.”
“Don't look so lost, it was all about owning me to you too,” Taehyung breathes out a soft chuckle, “I don't care if it changed, but it is what got you here.”
Jungkook looks thoughtful, “if not really, can we at least have a deal?”
Taehyung arches a brow, “what deal?”
Jungkook shrugs, “if I pay you, will you agree to marry me?”
“Where will you get the money and what would that gain you?” Taehyung frowns, confused.
“My dad won't really throw me out of the will, I am his only child,” Jungkook turns to look at himself in the mirror, “but, I need to be married. Otherwise, he is adamant about marrying me off to Mr. Kim's son. Kim Seokjin. He is like a brother to me. The thought is killing me.”
“Why are you rich people so stupid?” Taehyung frowns, “just marry him and sign the deal with him.”
“I can't,” Jungkook curses, “he does not need my money and if he opens his mouth about this plan, I am doomed. I just need someone to pose as my husband for a few months.”
Taehyung watches the man, “how much money are we talking about here?”
Jungkook looks at him, “you tell me.”
Taehyung thinks, mulling over the facts, “I need a legal contract of this being just that. A contract. If we do this, that is. Also, I need 5 million USD every month.”
Taehyung gives Jungkook a playful smile, “you can't afford that anymore. Can you?”
Jungkook shrugs, “deal.”
Taehyung blinks, “what…?”
Jungkook nods, “deal. I need you to pose for me for six months. Max. I can arrange the money.”
Taehyung blinks, “you can arrange 30 million?”
Jungkook shrugs, “I have a few properties on my names. I will have to sell one to get that money.”
Taehyung leans against the door, “damn! Wow!”
Jungkook hums, “so, I will see you with the contracts if that's all you want?”
Taehyung looks like he is in a trance, “uhhh…”
“What?” Jungkook frowns.
Taehyung bites his lower lip, “it's just... I didn't think you will have that much on your own. You said you will find a damn job.”
Jungkook shrugs, “well, I didn't say I will find a desk job.”
Taehyung hums, “yeah, okay. Get the contract prepared.”
Jungkook sits and watches the man read the papers of the property.
“You can't sell it,” Hoseok looks at him, face all serious, “it says, you need your father's sign to sell it.”
“I know,” Jungkook nods, “I just wanted to make sure of that.”
Hoseok observes him, “why?”
“I just need 5 million dollars,” Jungkook leans back against the chair, “like, right now.”
“And, I need the world under my feet,” Yoongi speaks from where he is lying on the couch, “but, we don't always get what we want now. Do we?”
Jungkook glares at the man, “help me out!”
Hoseok chews the tip of the pen, “what are you planning, Jungkook?”
Jungkook's eyes shift outside, “I want him to sign the papers. I want him to marry me. Dad will give in soon, and then I will kick Taehyung out on the road. With no actual money in his account. That's the plan.”
“There will be one clause in the contract that states, when the divorce happens, he will pay me back fifty million USD. He would have to-”
“Give you your thirty million and add twenty to it,” Hoseok observes Jungkook, “which he does not have.”
Jungkook nods, “right.”
“All because the guy said he doesn't want to marry you?” Yoongi blinks up at the ceiling, “damn, take the rejection and move on. Find something better to do in life.”
Jungkook looks at Yoongi, “he rejected me. Jeon Jungkook.”
Yoongi looks at him, “okay, and? This is stupid.”
“What can you possibly do when he can't pay you back?” Yoongi snorts, “you can't throw him in jail. You can't hang him. What is the pleasure in this plan? Someone tell me.”
Jungkook watches Yoongi, “the pleasure is seeing his face when he loses everything. That's the point.”
“You are his lawyer, lie to him,” Jungkook turns to Namjoon, “overlook that clause.”
Namjoon tongues his cheek, observant eyes on Jungkook, “what do I get from this?”
“A lap dance from Hobi hyung,” Jungkook's eyes are mirthful, “that's not enough?”
“You get to be Min Corporate's lawyer,” Yoongi shrugs, “I am sick of that old man who works for my dad now. I will kick him out and appoint you.”
Namjoon blinks at Yoongi, confused, “you were just against this! The hell, hyung?”
Yoongi laughs, “life is boring. This seems fun.”
“Your fun is ruining lives?” Namjoon arches a brow.
Yoongi lies back down, “we are spoiled kids with too much money in our hands. Were you expecting morals from us, Joon?”
Hoseok eyes Jungkook, “stay away from Yoongi. He rubs off badly on people.”
Jungkook laughs, "too late."
The meeting is in Yoongi's condo. Taehyung looks at the place while they walk down the corridor.
“This is insane,” Taehyung whispers, “even for an idol, I can't even imagine owning something this great!”
Jimin hums, “and, the man does nothing. Nothing to own this!”
“Right?” Taehyung scoffs, “these rich bastards do nothing to lead the life they have.”
Jimin takes a twirl to look around, “damn, imagine being born rich? You don't have to move a finger to have everyone's ass handed over to you.”
Taehyung rings the doorbell, “I know.”
They both blink when a man opens the door. He is in his pajamas, a wrinkled black T-shirt, a beer in his hand, a cigarette hanging between his lips and his hair an absolute mess. Those lazy eyes flicker from Taehyung to Jimin.
“Yes?” the man drawls, “can I help you?”
“We are here to meet Mr. Min?” Jimin asks, hesitant, “for a meeting in his house...?”
Those lips quirk and the man's eyes shift to Jimin, “Mr. Min. Never call me that and come on, in.”
Jimin and Taehyung share a look.
“You are Min Yoongi, right?” Taehyung asks.
“Just Yoongi is fine,” Yoongi lets out a ring of smoke, “the surname adds extra pressure on the name for no reason. The meeting is in that room,” he points, “where's your lawyer?”
Taehyung nods, “he is parking his car. Kim Namjoon. If you know.”
“Got no clue,” Yoongi shrugs.
Jimin halts on his steps, “but... you two went to school together. Same batch. According to the news and all.”
Those eyes sharpen a little and Yoongi chuckles, “I went to school with more than 100 boys. You want me to remember each one of them...” he frowns, “blondy?”
“Park Jimin!” Jimin grits out, “not blondy!”
“Hey, you are here!”
Taehyung and Jimin turn to see Jungkook coming down the corridor.
“Yeah, hi,” Taehyung gives an awkward smile, “we are late. Sorry.”
Jungkook waves his hand, “come on. We are waiting. Where's your lawyer?”
Namjoon walks in, “hi.”
They all walk down the corridor. Taehyung looks over at Yoongi who is making something in the kitchen.
“He is joining us?” Taehyung asks Jungkook.
Jungkook hums, “yes. After he is done with his breakfast.”
“It's two in the afternoon!” Jimin blinks.
Jungkook waves his hand, “he is like that.”
They all enter the room where the meeting is held. Taehyung and Jimin look around before taking their seats beside Namjoon.
“Let the meeting begin, shall we?” Hoseok stands up, “I am Jung Hoseok. Jungkook's lawyer. Hi.”
Namjoon stands up to shake Hoseok's outstretched hand, “hello. I am Kim Namjoon. We already met here and there, but it's great to finally put a name on you.”
Hoseok smiles, sitting down, “likewise. Here's my client's offer. Please go through it.”
Hoseok holds out a file.
Namjoon reads the papers carefully, humming to himself. He asks a few questions here and there. Hoseok answers them calmly, clearing out the doubts.
Namjoon nods, holding it out for Taehyung, “this is all clean. We are good to go.”
Taehyung smiles, nodding, “thanks, Mr. Kim.”
As he pulls out a pen, Jimin grabs his hand.
“Don't you think you should read it?” Jimin looks at Taehyung and back at the others, “I mean, I know Mr. Kim is your lawyer and all, but you should always read the documents before you sign them.”
Namjoon shares a look with Hoseok.
The bursts open, Yoongi looks at them with wide eyes, “listen, my dad is coming over, fuck, whatever you all are doing, make it quick!”
Jungkook blinks, alert, “what?!”
Yoongi nods, rushing inside, “quick! Make it quick! He can't see you all here making stupid deals!”
Yoongi slams his hands on the table, “make it fast, for fuck's sake!” he growls, glaring at them, “he already gave me an ultimatum that he will kick me out of here if I don't stop lazing around like this and if now he sees you all here, doing shit like this, he will kill me!”
“We just need Taehyung to sign and we will be on our way,” Hoseok stutters, “oh, god, that old man needs to calm the fck down!”
Yoongi hums, combing his hair back and looking at Taehyung, “make it quick, Taehyung! I refuse to lose my condo in this game of yours! Come on! Hurry!”
“Hurry up, hurry up!” Yoongi slaps the tabletop two more times, “or, just get out of here.”
Taehyung grabs the pen, looking at Namjoon, “it's all okay, right?”
Namjoon nods, “yes, yes. Let's sign and leave!”
Taehyung starts signing, ignores Jimin's curses beside him.
When Taehyung gives the papers back to Hoseok, Hoseok bows. They all get up and Namjoon points at the door.
“We shall leave, then,” Namjoon bows at them all.
Yoongi nods, “I was going to offer you all some lunch, but, sorry.”
Namjoon waves, “no, it's okay.”
They walk out.
The room stays quiet for minutes. Too many passing minutes.
Then the door of the room opens and Namjoon walks back inside.
“Jimin doubts something is off,” Namjoon pulls his tie off, “Taehyung didn't catch shit. He signed it,” he gives them a dimpled smile, “we are good, boys.”
Yoongi rolls his eyes, “saved you all's asses there.”
“Your dad is out of the country, I had to suppress my laugh,” Hoseok giggles, falling on the table.
Jungkook snorts, “also, he never comes here.”
Yoongi hums, “I am dead to him,” he waves his hands, “for good.”
Jungkook flips the papers, “so, it's done. He signed it,” he looks at the others in the room, smirks, “well, it's good to go. It will be fun seeing him at the end of all this. Penniless and homeless.”
Yoongi hums, thinking, “you know what will be more amusing?”
“What?” Jungkook arches a brow.
“It'll be great if he falls in love with you,” Yoongi's eyes gleam while he smokes, “and, then, finds out about this. Imagine leaving him penniless and heartbroken. More fun.”
Jungkook and Yoongi hold the eye contact. Hoseok and Namjoon stare.
“Gold diggers don't deserve any rights,” Yoongi holds his hands up, “sorry.”
Jungkook smirks, “knew you are my favourite hyung for a reason.”
Hoseok goes around the table, “Yoongi is talking from his personal shit, I guess.”
Yoongi shrugs, “Taehyung did use him. No?”
“He took the money, went around with others,” Yoongi counts, “paid for those dates with Jungkook's money and talked shit about him. I am sorry for being a little salty here.”
Jungkook sighs, “can't believe I came to know about this so late. Can't believe I thought he loved me.”
Namjoon holds his hands up, “okay, pause, hold on. You knew about this? Like... after proposing to him. Right?”
Jungkook shakes his head, “no. I knew about this for a month now. He has a boyfriend. I heard them talking and planning a trip. On my money. So,” he shrugs, “this.”
“What?!” Hoseok gapes, “what do you mean he has a boyfriend?”
Yoongi smokes, sitting at the edge of the table, “Choi Sungho,” his eyes are focused on the window, “they are dating for a year now. Kept it under the cover for long because that guy is just a bar tender.”
“I mean,” Namjoon shrugs, “it's not cheating. He and you were doing it as an S&M relationship. Or, the kind like that-”
“Even then,” Yoongi frowns at Namjoon, “Taehyung should have told him. He shouldn't have said he is single.”
Jungkook nods, “he had it coming. For lying.”
Yoongi drops the cigarette in the ashtray, “this is why I don't dip my pen in poor ink. It stains ugly,” he looks at Jungkook, “I told you not to. They are all after our money and nothing else. Also, they are not even honest about being a gold digger.”
Jungkook gets up, eyes fierce, “that's where you are you, and I am me, hyung. You took it silently and let that guy go, I will not,” his smile turns sour, cold, “I will make Taehyung pay for his lies. He will pay for the betrayal. If he told me, I won't care. But, now, I do.”
“Unlike you,” Yoongi gets up, “I really loved that guy,” he lights another cigarette, “so, seeing him bend over for my dad kind of fucked me up,” he snorts, shrugging, “I am glad you are not me.”
He storms out of the room.
Jungkook combs his hair back, “yeah, thank god for it.”
Jungkook looks at Hoseok and Namjoon, “I will not end up like Yoongi hyung. I refuse to end up like him.”
“No one wants to,” Hoseok rubs his face, “see their boyfriend bend over and taking it from their dad and then get introduced to them as the said dad's fiancé. No one does.”
Namjoon sighs, “so, what's your plan?”
Jungkook hums, “next is the wedding. The moment I get married, my dad will kick me out of the house. For a few months or weeks, at least. I need a place.”
“You can stay at your own condo,” Namjoon frowns, “its lease is on your name.”
“I want a new place,” Jungkook shrugs, “a new-”
Yoongi walks back in, “he is Park Jimin.”
Jungkook's gaze shift to Yoongi, “yes?”
Yoongi walks up to him, “that guy. The blondy. With Taehyung. His name is Park Jimin!”
Jungkook frowns, “keep repeating his name isn't doing it.”
Yoongi's eyes burn on Jungkook's face, “Park Jimin. Park Jaejin.”
Jungkook frowns, “are you... what?”
Yoongi curses, “he talked about a younger brother. He would fret over that younger brother's life choices and career and everything. The only person he loved. His brother.”
“You are being paranoid here,” Namjoon frowns, “how would Jimin not know you then?”
Yoongi shrugs, “Jaejin probably never mentioned me or Mr. Min? Of course, he is not planning to marry the old man. Come on, be real! The age difference is 28 years! Be real, right now!”
“He is 29 and your dad is 28 years older than him,” Hoseok winces, “god, the whole thing is so twisted.”
Yoongi's eyes shift to Jungkook, “find out. Find out who Park Jimin is.”
Jungkook nods, “got it,” he looks at Namjoon, “get me a damn house away from the city. Please.”
“I want to take Taehyung far away from his boyfriend,” Jungkook turns to face the window, his eyes on the horizon, “out of sight, out of mind.”
Yoongi comes to stand beside Jungkook, “if it's indeed the same younger brother,” he chuckles, “I might finally be able to move on.”