Chapter 31

Jungkook is sitting lazily on his bed and scrolling on Twitter. He has uploaded one of his photos of him working out and now going through the comments. All the comments are girls thirsting over him, making sexual jokes etc. But honestly it does not effect him much, but he definitely loves when people go crazy over his body.

With a very straight face he keeps scrolling his phone. But suddenly his finger stops scrolling and a deep frown appears on his face.

“How ugly the tattoes are😭. Who lied to him about his uglyass tattooes being extraordinary? Those tattooes are suitable for my ass only lmao..”

An account named @jungcocksuckmycock has qouted his post and commented this.

“Jungcock suck my c0ck? Excuse me? Who the hell it is!’ the idol exclaims annoyingly.

He shakes his head a scrolls down the post seeing it has 0 likes. He reades few more comments and again frowns seeing another comment.

“Why is he trying to show his nonexistent d!ck? Does he even have that thing or a 1 inch sausage hanging down there?”

He scrolls down the post too but something comes in his mind and scrolls up to the post. This post has the same username too. Means this post is also done by the same person. Again it has 0 interaction.

“How jobless people are to hating on me on social media as if it would effect my life.” jungkook murmurs and again Scrolls.

But a minute later he again stops seeing another post.

.”come on ladies! What do you even see in this man? A big body? Even kim jung un has a big body. Does that mean you are going to thrust over kim jung un?😭😭 I Don’t think girls should die over a pinky finger sized thing that is dangling inside his pant?😭 plz It’s 2026, i beg yall Don’t settle for less. There’s a reason his girlfriends left him. Currently he is single, so Don’t y’all get the reason.😭”

Again he notices the same username.

“Who tf is it?” he curses Out and decides to check the profile. As he opens the profile the first thing he notices is the pfp. A woman is cooking, sitting in front of a mud oven wearing a red saree. But his head is placed on the woman’s neck and he has a very big smile on.

The account has a bio which says “#1 fan of mid singer jungkook. Follow for more aesthetic edits of our mid king jeon.” and the account has 2 followers.

Curiously he stalks the accounts and finds lots of edits like, one person is riding a cycle with bare upperbody and a torn up underwear. But his face is placed on the man’s neck. He finds the same kinds of edits Where his head is placed in random people’s body.

“Is this guy mad or something? Who passes their times on these stupid edits. But then he stalks the account more. Most photos have 2-3 likes or 10-15 likes. But one edit has 50 likes where one woman is milking a cow sitting near a pond but jungkook’s face is there with his big ass smile.

He finds the account commenting under all jungkook anti posts. ” please follow me guys. I make edits to end mid jeon.” jungkook finds the same comment at least under 10 hate posts.

At one point he gets tired seeing the comments and puts his phone away. A few seconds later he decides to call taehyung as he hasn’t seen the boy today. He dials taehyung’s number and his phone screen displays a photo of taehyung eating. 2 rings later the call gets picked up. Just he puts the phone near his ears, he hears taehyung’s loud voice.

“Uff jungkook sir, Don’t call me now. I’m doing a very important work now. Call me 10 minutes later.” saying he hangs up.

Jungkook sighs loudly and decides to cook something for lunch.

On the other hand taehyung is lazily lying down on his bed, doing something very important. Recently One of his post got 50 likes in twitter. Now he is very enthusiastic about posting more edits of jeon jungkook. Currently he is busy putting some make up on one of jungkook’s photo.

“TAEHYUNG? GO HANG THOSE CLOTHES ON THE ROOFS. THEY WON’T DRY FROM THE BALCONY.” the boy hears his mother’s voice.

Annoyingly he puts down his phone and gets up to do the job first or else his mother Won’t let him live in peace.

“Which clothes?” he asks walking toward the common bathroom.

“These winter clothes. I washed them all. They are heavy and thick so Won’t dry from the balcony. Hang them on the roof.” his mother says showing a big bucket of washed clothes.

“My hand only recovered. If i break my hand again, then i blame you eomma.” taehyung says pulling pulling the bucket with him. “It weighs more than 20 kg i swear.” he yells.

He drags the bucket in front of the lift and about to press the button but sees the lift is off. He forgot the lift stays closed for 3 hours every noon to avoid More pressure on it.

“Does this mean i need to carry this fatass bucket till the roof from 6th floor?” taehyung says sitting on the floor annoyingly.

“Why is my parents poor god why? Why couldn’t you at least give enough money to afford a better apartment other than this poor maintaining building?” taehyung dramatically cries looking up, as if he can see good.

“What do i do now? Should i call jungkook sir and ask him to bring this bucket to the roof?” taehyung thinks deeply. “Yeah. That’s a good option. Sir can come here in 20 minutes.” saying taehyung gets up to bring his phone.

After bringing his phone, he again sits down in front of the lift and dials jungkook’s number.

“Jungkook sir, hii!” taehyung speaks cheerfully when the idol picks up the call.

“So, you are free now from your very important work?” jungkook asks?

“Um…sir, can you come to your house right now?” taehyung asks.

“Why?” jungkook asks with a frown.

“My eomma asked me to hang a big bucketful of washed clothes on the roof under the open sun. But the lift is closed and will be closed for 3 hours more. Currently I’m sitting in front of the lift with the bucket. Can you come here and help me to bring the bucket on the roof?”

Hearing this jungkook stays silent for at least a minute. Then he says, “you are calling me for this?”

“Yes. What’s wrong? Take your car and come here. It will take 20 minutes.”

“Maybe ask someone. Ask your mother or siater or father to help you.” jungkook says.

“Appa is in office, eomma is cleaning the floor, noona is cooking. You come here Fast. I’m waiting. Okie sir?” saying taehyung hangs up without letting jungkook speak anything.

Taehyung again gets busy with editing the photo. But he hears a loud voice calling him.

“Taehyung ahh, what are you doing here?”.

Hearing the voice taehyung turns up and sees the same boy who proposed him few days ago.

” will you help me to take the bucket to the roof? The lift is off.” taehyung asks instantly.

“I’m coming back from my classes right now.” the guy says.

“Will you help me or not?” taehyung asks.

“I can. But what will i get in return?” the boy flirts.

“Another half eaten hot dog.” taehyung answers.

“No..no, will you give me your number? Then I’ll help.” the boy says.

“Okay. Hurry up.” taehyung says.

The guy gives taehyung a smile and carries the bucket with him. The bucket is indeed heavy so he struggles a lot. But of course he has to hide it and appear as cool in front of taehyung to impress him.

In the meantime taehyung again dials jungkook’s number.
“Sir, you Don’t have to come.” he says.

“Why?” jungkook asks as he is about to get inside his car to go there.

“Someone else is helping me.”

“Who?” jungkook asks with raised brows.

“The boy who proposed me few days ago. I told you remember? He just wants to impress me so bad.” saying taehyung laughs.

“You better not give him your number taehyung!” the man sounds furious.

Taehyung stops laughing. “How do you know he asked my number in return?” he asks.

“He asked your number? Go ahead and give him your number. Don’t call me next time asking me for anything.” jungkook speaks coldly and hangs up.

“Jungkook sir is so weird. Why is he getting angry on me?” taehyung murmurs shoving his phone inside his pocket.

Few minutes later they reach to the roof and the boy is about to pass away.

“You did a good job.” taehyung says, beginning to Hanging the clothes with some rope.

“Now give me your number!” the boy says. Taehyung doesn’t answer anything and hangs all the clothes first. Then he turns to the boy,

“Listen boy, currently i have a human bank which pays for my foods, clothes and everything. Sadly I can’t lose my bank bcz of you.. But If you have 71 millions in bank then let me know. I’ll be yours immediately.” saying taehyung puts the bucket on his head and leaves ignoring the boy calling him.

He again dials jungkook’s number and the call gets picked up almost immediately.

“Jungkook sir, Don’t cry. I haven’t given him my number. Don’t cry.” Taehyung says.

“Not like i care.” jungkook says, literally sulking.

“You always misbehave, sir. Anyway I-” as taehyung is about to speak something, the boy runs behind him and speaks loudly, “TAEHYUNG YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME. YOU SAID YOU WOULD GIVE ME YOUR NUMBER. YOU MADE ME CARRY THE BUCKET FOR NOTHING?”

“DON’T DARE TO SCREAM ON ME.” taehyung yells back with aggressive face.

“Is that boy screaming?” jungkook asks with a frown.

“Yes, he thinks I’ll give my number to him who has a chopped nose.” taehyung says to jungkoook. Then turns to that boy again, “if you again use that voice on me, I’ll complain to your parents that you said dirty things to me.” he says and leaves.

It’s night and taehyung is having his dinner sitting on the living room floor and watching a drama on the tv. His parents and sisters are sitting on the dinning table and talking among them.

“Taehyung?” his father calls.

“Yes appa?” taehyung answers, still focusing on the drama.

“Call jeon jungkook and ask if he can come here for lunch tomorrow.” his father.

“He Won’t come. He hates poor people and think we will mix something with his food and kill him and take his all property. So no need to spend money for him.” taehyung answers.

“Do what I’m saying. Call him and ask him if he can join for lunch.” his father says again.

“But why?” taehyung asks, now looks at his father.

“He has withdrawn the compensation case. Now we Don’t need to pay anything to him.” mr kim mentions it for the first time in front of taehyung.

“He lied. He will never leave any chance to earn money.” taehyung says again focusing on the drama.

“Will you call him or not?” his father says strictly.

“Ugh! Okay I’ll call him and let you know what he says.” taehyung says.

It’s night and taehyung is rubbing something on his face sitting in front of the small mirror in his study table. Then suddenly he remembers his father asked to call jungkook about lunch.

So he dials the idol’s number guessing the man must be working out now. But still the call gete picked up almost instantly.

“Sir what are you doing?” taehyung asks.

“Working out. What about you?”

“I’m preparing to sleep. But i have an invitation for you.”

“What invitation?”

“My parents have invited to tomorrow for lunch. Are you coming?”

“Really? Why?”

“Bcz appa said you are not taking the money. But i Don’t believe it though. So he wants to show you gratitude by inviting you for lunch. Tell me are you coming?”

Jungkook stays silent for some moments. “Give me some times. I’ll let you know later.” he says.

Hearing this taehyung’s face suddenly turns so aggressive in a way that would definitely scare jungkook is the idol were in front of him.

“what do you mean by you will let you know later? We are poor that’s why you need to think before accepting our invitation?” taehyung nearly screams, he looks like he is about to kill jungkook through his phone.

“i’m not even inviting you for anything now. I hate you. I’ll block you everywhere.” saying taehyung hangs up. He is about to block jungkook’s number but the phone rings again.

“why are you calling again shameless ho-“

“I’ll come. I’ll definitely come.” jungkook says hurriedly, cutting taehyung off.

“No no I’m not accepting you anymore after you disrespected me.” taehyung says.

“When did i disrespect? I’ll come definitely. When should i come?” jungkook asks.

Taehyung thinks for sometimes. “Okay since you are desperate to come, be here by 2 pm.” he says.

“Okay. Did you have dinn-” jungkook is about to say something but taehyung hangs up.