damn expensive branded hoodies that are something important only to his circle of friends, expensive watches, charming smile and incredible sneakiness. he could get away with it not only because of his father's connections, but also because of his loose tongue, which could chatter anyone. probably, if his father had found out about all his antics, jungkook would have gone to military school for education long ago. for some reason, jungkook always believed that he can do anything. since childhood, his mother stroked his head and called him her most beloved son, and his father let every slip. jungkook could do anything and get a disgusted sigh and "i'll figure it out". that's probably why, at the age of 21, he got a little more addictions than he should. he did not consider himself either a drug addict or an alcoholic

"i just love fun," he said, standing with a joint in his hand, leaning on a yacht railing, when another model for entertainment asked him about his lifestyle, trying to bring that rich son into dialogue. she rubbed against him, and he laughed, taking off his sunglasses, holding her closer to him.

but today he had to behave himself when his father forced him to go to a restaurant to negotiate with him. jungkook wasn't interested in inheriting a large business, didn't want to figure it out, so he went to these dinners just out of love for his father. but today he didn't regret it.

he noticed you at the next table. you were sitting with your friends, drinking champagne, and he was already running through hundreds of options in his head that you could chat about, giggling so charmingly. he should take you at least for a couple of days, he immediately thought. all business dialogues immediately faded into the background. when he saw that you got up from your seat and went to the bar, he immediately jumped up with a polite smile and walked towards you. he couldn't help but say

"what are you drinking tonight?" like you're old acquaintances. he looked you up and down, picking up the bar card.