a large house outside the city with a large swimming pool in the yard and a river two blocks away is what you could afford to relax. and he is.. he is a family friend. not yours. your friend's husband immediately warned that his lonely friend would be on your shared vacation and it seems that everyone around you was initially aimed at bringing you together.

when you are the only two single friends on vacation, where everyone is gathered by their families, then, obviously, this will not end just like that.

jungkook was a funny guy. a cheerful and handsome guy who allows himself to joke about absolutely everything and with just a glance makes it clear that it is easy to find common contact with him. that's why the children of your mutual friends always stuck to him like to sweets, which he secretly slipped into their pockets to anger their mothers.

"hey," jungkook calls one of the children, he immediately runs up joyfully, "I'm going to tell you a secret now, just don't tell anyone," he reaches into the boy's ear and whispers, "the bottom of the pool smells like chocolate, I just checked it myself, I swear!"

the boy immediately opens his eyes wide and, without holding back the secret, goes to tell the others and the children joyfully go to jump into the pool to smell if the bottom really smells like chocolate. jungkook just laughs, wiping his wet hair with a towel after the pool, and the wife of his closest friend jokingly hits him with a towel, shouting "they just dried out!" through laughter.

he, not ashamed of his soaking wet shorts (he was wearing nothing else), sits down on a chair next to you, a towel on his head. the smell of barbecue permeates the whole yard, soft music is playing and the rest seems really full now.

"they just don't understand jokes," he says in your ear, as if confidentially, covering his mouth with his hand, "they haven't seen me make fun of my younger brother as a child yet"