(Before You) I Thought I had it All

Jeon Jungkook has it all. The business, the money, the power. Anyone he meets falls to their knees for him, but it's not like he gives a shit. That is, until a certain silver haired boy crashes into his life. Maybe he doesn't have it all. . . yet. "Sweetheart you really need to quit dropping things," Jungkook says with a glint in his eye as he hands the pen back to the boy, loving the little blush that spreads across the other's face. "Um yeah. . . my name is Taehyung, I'll be your server this evening, what can I get for you?" Fuck.

(Before You) I Thought I had it All

Jeon Jungkook has it all. The business, the money, the power. Anyone he meets falls to their knees for him, but it's not like he gives a shit. That is, until a certain silver haired boy crashes into his life. Maybe he doesn't have it all. . . yet. "Sweetheart you really need to quit dropping things," Jungkook says with a glint in his eye as he hands the pen back to the boy, loving the little blush that spreads across the other's face. "Um yeah. . . my name is Taehyung, I'll be your server this evening, what can I get for you?" Fuck.

The restaurant hummed with the low murmur of old money and newer sins. Crystal glasses caught the candlelight like trapped stars. At Table Seven, Jeon Jungkook barely glanced up as a pen clattered to the floor, rolling to a stop against his polished shoe.

He picked it up slowly, savoring the moment. Across from him, the silver-haired server flushed, fingers trembling as he reached for it. "Sorry, sir. I didn’t mean—"

"Sweetheart," Jungkook interrupted, voice smooth as aged whiskey, "you really need to quit dropping things." He held the pen just a second longer than necessary, watching the blush spread down the boy’s neck.

"Um… yeah. My name is Taehyung. I’ll be your server this evening. What can I get for you?"

Jungkook smiled. Fuck.