The dinner at the Jeons had worked marvellously apart from that one little question that had quite obviously ruined both their moods for the evening. However, they weren't too sure if the dinner at the Kims would work too well.

The couple had decided to have a little date before they would return to the Kim residence for the dinner with Taehyung's parents, which both of them quite feared as Taehyung's father would attend.

It was late autumn, the colourful leaves hanging on the dark trees and showing their vibrant beauty prominently, fiery red and orange leaves occasionally being swept off the branches due to the afternoon breeze and swirling around in the chilly air which left a beautiful atmosphere all over.

Taehyung and Jungkook strolled around the streets and watched the beautiful nature, the season of autumn having reached its ultimate climax before it would gradually transition into icy winter with a terminating sigh, naked branches coated with pearly white snow and the top of the lakes frozen to solid ice, creating a mysterious yet lonely ambience.

"Jungkookie, do you think my father will shout at you?," the blonde asked, the golden afternoon sun reflecting in his slightly fearful eyes and his tan skin glowing in it which gave it a slightly golden tone.

"He'll probably try to provoke us and try to make us feel horrible. But we're gonna keep calm and be the smarter ones, okay?," the ravenette answered softly, looking at his boyfriend, who was wrapped in a thick parka and a fluffy scarf to protect his body from the cold air, in awe and pecking his nose lovingly.

"Yes, of course we will. It's just, he has this way of getting to you and making your blood boil. Trust me, I'd know. He's cruel," the older spoke quietly, his eyes casted slightly downwards.

"Don't worry, I'll try to keep my temper. As long as he doesn't do anything to you," the younger reassured, hugging the other close and pushing his hands under his shirt.

"Your skin is so warm," he mumbled, running his hands all over Taehyung's lower back.

"Yeah, because my mom made me wear, like, five shirts and three jackets on top of each other. And your hands are cold. You should've worn more clothes, Jungkookie." The blonde fussed with his boyfriend's jacket's collar which barely covered up his neck, slightly shuddering.

"Oh no, I'm fine. You know I'm not that sensitive towards the cold, baby," Jungkook assured, wrapping his arms around Taehyung's waist firmly and nuzzling his head in the older's neck.

"Whatever you say. Oh my god, the sight is so pretty here, autumn has such a romantic vibe to it. A charm. Look at the leaves, they look like flames burning up," the blonde gushed, staring at the trees in awe.

"Looks like my heart burning up every time I get to kiss you," the ravenette remarked with a cheeky smile, the other giggling at that.

"You're so cute." Jungkook lifted his head from the crook of the older's neck and rubbed their noses together.

"And you're beautiful, more beautiful than all of these trees combined."

"Enough. Stop making me blush, you jerk!" Taehyung slapped the other's chest with his hand, the impact not being very strong as he was currently wearing a pair of warm, fluffy mittens.

"I will not," the ravenette answered as he cupped the older boy's flushed cheek and kissed him, having to tilt his head at least ninety degrees as said older boy's thick scarf was being quite the obstacle.

"Ew. Go home, you shouldn't be allowed to do this in public!," a voice suddenly yelled out of nowhere, the couple drifting apart in shock and taking a look at the intruder.

Who was a simple teenage boy by the age of fourteen, maybe fifteen.

"Why don't you come closer and say that to my face?," Jungkook asked lowly without hesitation, balling his fist in a very threatening way. He briefly let go of his lover and steered closer towards the intruder, Taehyung watching the whole scenario with wide eyes.

"Am I supposed to be scared by someone like you? You can do whatever you want to your r*tarded boyfriend at home, just don't show yourselves in public like this, it's disgus--" He didn't come any further as the ravenette knocked his balled fist into his face harshly, the impact and the groan that came with it echoing throughout the whole street.

"Jungkook! He's just a kid!," Taehyung screamed, running towards the scene and gasping as he saw the younger boy's nose bleeding and his cheekbone turn into a colourful purple.

"So what? He deserved it," the ravenette snarled, looking at the teenage boy who was currently crouching down and holding his throbbing face with his hands.

The blonde sighed. He couldn't help but feel merciful when it came to kids younger than him, however, the boy's actions could obviously not be justified.

"Yeah, you're right. Let's go before he tells anyone, I've never seen him around so I doubt he knows our names." He took Jungkook's hand and dragged him away, feeling slightly bad as he saw his lover's bruised knuckles.

"Jungkookie, you're bleeding. Please let me treat these after dinner," he adjured, stroking the ravenette's bleeding hand with his soft mittens and not caring about the blood slightly spreading on them.

"Sure, baby. But let's go now, we'll be late," said ravenette urged, guiding the older boy by putting a hand on his lower back.

The worst situation was yet to come.

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At first, things were great.

Mrs. Kim welcomed them home with a warm smile and gave Jungkook a hug, the boy embracing it happily.

"I haven't seen you in a while, Jungkook. It's like you're getting more handsome every time I see you! You and my son make a lovely couple, I hope you're treating him well," she said, beaming at the couple.

"Thank you, Mrs. Kim. Don't worry, he's in best hands," the ravenette assured politely, throwing his arm around Taehyung's shoulder who had just entered the room as he had taken a long while to take off his heavy clothes.

"I can see that. Thank you for being his big love, he's so happy with you and that's all that counts. Let's go inside now, I made steak." She ushered them inside the dining room with a wave of her hand.

"My husband will come soon. Taehyung told me that you found out about the... circumstances. I'm trying everything to convince him otherwise but it's complicated so I'm very sorry on his behalf," she sighed as soon as they were sat down and started eating.

"Mrs. Kim, it's not your fault. This is your husband's doing and I'm going to be completely honest. I resent him for doing this. Do you know how much pain Taehyung was because of him?," he spoke quietly, her sighing again.

"Resent? That makes two of us. He's had me trapped inside this marriage for many, many years. If I could, I would grab Taehyung and move far, far away but unfortunately, that's not possible."

And just in that moment, the front door unlocked and a new person entered the hallway, everyone gulping.

Taehyung flinched as the guest entered the dining room, Jungkook glaring at the man furiously.

He didn't care if he was his future father-in-law, he hated him to death and nothing could change that.

"You know I don't like you, right?," Mr. Kim asked dismissively as soon as he sat down, looking at Jungkook in disapproval.

"You may be big and strong, but you got no brains. You're undisciplined and unorganized. Those people don't have a future." The ravenette bit his lower lip in annoyance, his jaw slightly clenching.

"Good evening to you too, Mr. Kim," he said coolly, the aforementioned scoffing at that.

"But," he continued, just like that, "I didn't think you'd be this thick."

"All the girlfriends you had. I don't know how you got them to go out with you, but they were pretty things, all of them. And you just drop all of them and you take... this." He gestured towards his son, the blonde freezing at that.

"What I do and who I date is none of your business, Mr. Kim. But I love your son and I have good reason to do so," he spoke lowly, gritting his teeth and his jaw clenching even more.

Taehyung's father laughed sarcastically.

"Love. Such things do not exist, especially not between people like you," he snarled, Jungkook inhaling sharply at that.

"You must have a tragic life if you really think that way, Sir," he spoke lowly, glaring daggers at him. Oh, how he wanted to punch him too.

"Look at you, just as much of a disrespectful little brat as him. Success is what counts, not such foolish illusions as love," the man responded, looking unbothered and digging into his food.

"You know, I'm starting to think you two deserve each other. I can't believe you took him in for a week after I taught him my first lesson, he's like a rag doll. And even now, you know he's going to leave you like the wimp he is and yet you still stay with him? Pure idiocy if you ask me," the middle-aged man spat, chuckling humourlessly.

Jungkook rose from his seat, his fist balled and his blazing with fury.

"You better stop talking about your son like that or I may do something we will both regret," he threatened, however, feeling the tension inside his body suddenly relieve as his lover tugged him by his sleeve.

"Leave him, he's not worth it," he whispered, urging the ravenette to sit down again as he was not in the mood to cause a scene. Hesitantly but still angry, the younger took his seat again.

"This is no son of mine. He's been a disappointment ever since the day he was born, I don't want to be associated to something like that."

Feeling that Jungkook was about to lash out, Taehyung now started speaking, his voice quiet.

"You know what? You keep saying I'm a disappointment and I'm no son of yours. But you know who's the actual disappointment here? You."

"You've held some kind of grudge against me since the day I was born and you've never failed at making me feel worthless. What kind of parent does that? Somehow I'm the disappointment but you, the parent, who is responsible for me, by the way, never made an effort to raise me properly? Something doesn't add up here."

"Me? I've always wanted you to see me as your actual child, at least once. I've always made efforts, but did they ever work? No, because you're a cruel and spiteful person.

You're forcing mom to stay married to you, you're sending me away like I'm some kind of object, you beat me unconscious because of who I love and now you insult the love of my life?"

"I've always felt saddened and angry by your actions, but now? I'm actually disappointed. I'm disappointed that I have to call a vile, heartless monster like you my father. I'm disappointed that my father is not someone I can look up to. I'm disappointed because I deserve better than you. And you know what? You're no father of mine, you disgraceful, cruel man." The blonde stood up abruptly, Jungkook with him.

"Fuck you. No, seriously. Fuck you and fuck all the shitty things you did. You can go to fucking hell and fucking burn in there, I don't fucking care. From now on, I don't give a single shit about what you say or do. You can send me to America, I don't fucking care. True love always finds its way and you may not believe in that but honestly, who fucking cares? No one! You've never experienced love yourself so obviously, you wouldn't know. You're pathetic, really. I fucking hate you. Let's go, Jungkookie. Thanks for the food mommy, it was great but we need some alone time, too much tension in here. Bye-bye."

Before leaving, he grabbed Jungkook's nape and crashed their lips onto each other, the younger immediately responding. He knew this would probably make the older man wringe in disgust, that thought making him kiss the other even harder.

And then, with a triumphant smile, he left the room with Jungkook hot on his heels, not sparing his father a single glance and just walking like a diva.

(A/N: okay so hii, i got into the school band for the singing position, i'm so happyyy but i'm also very scared because stage fright bhsjdjsj but somehow my music teacher has faith in me, i didn't even have to audition and he heard me like, once? pls😭

also i'm sorry but i need to rant about my dad for a sec, i literally heard him say trump should've won instead of biden proudly and he also said the votes were probably fake and trump was the actual winner 🙃

of fucking course he thinks trump is okay because he's a white cishet male and has nothing to fear

but literally, his wife?? is a woman of colour and not to mention, she's a woman (we all know trump doesn't respect women, poc or lgbtq) and his daughter aka me?? is also a woman of colour, at least half, and not to mention she's a flaming homosexual✌🏻

i mean ofc he doesn't know and he obviously hasn't considered the possibility (my mom has, actually, but he was veeery quick to decline when she addressed it) and just ugh

lmao dude don't be fooled, just because i'm a heavily feminine girl with long hair and pink nail polish doesn't mean i have to be into boys smh

anyways, sorry for the rant and thank you for reading, as always i hope you enjoyed and bye bye i love you💜💜)