Taehyung arrived at the mansion of his friend Sooyoung, who felt intimate towards Taehyung, but Taehyung is interested in only one thing, his father, Jeon Jungkook. "Son, how are you doing? Have you paid off your debts to Professor Park?" Sooyoung looked up from his plate at his father, Jungkook, half-heartedly saying. "Almost. I need to learn a little..." "So what's the problem? " Mr. Jeon looked at his son, and Taehyung, emboldened, touched someone else’s shin with his toe, rising higher and pretending that the pasta in his plate was somewhat reminiscent of a Van Gogh painting (with such a concentrated look he was picking at it). Not listening to anyone else's conversation, he curled his fingers, sliding onto the inside of Jungkook's thigh. At the last moment, Jeon’s tenacious fingers closed around the ankle, squeezing insistently. “When I was at the university, the head of the department approached me...” Mr. Jeon continued calmly. Kim cast a wary glance at him from under his eyebrows and tried to free himself from the steel grip, but Jeon suddenly pressed on some sensitive point on his foot, forcing him to cling to the edge of the chair, his eyes widening in amazement. The tickling feeling in the muscles quickly gave way to a slight cramp and pleasant spasms. "Don't shame me" Learn to solve problems before they appear Mr. Jeon said, at the same time releasing his long-suffering limb from captivity and getting up from the table and leaving. Feeling frankly out of place, Taehyung sat silently on the edge of the bed, watching the enraged Sooyoung shoot some little people in a video game. Kim didn’t understand this. The friend forgot about him, Taehyung leaves the room. The ground floor was dim. Taehyung, curious about the jazz playing, saw unfinished wine bottle in the living room. Suddenly, the bathroom door slammed. Before he could react, Kim was pinned against the wall, faces inches apart.

“What are you doing? I’m old enough to be your father,” Chon hissed.