tourist in suit | jikook

Chapter 1

The window to the room pushed open as Jimin took a long breath only the outcome was a series of dry cough. He stretched his body as his thoughts swayed to the polluted air of the city, New Delhi a.k.a the Capital City of India holding the tag of 2nd largest populated country in the world. No wonder the city's current pollution level is higher than Mt. Everest.

He turned away from the window of his room and walked towards his kitchen. He prepared a cup of strong coffee for himself and solemnly enjoyed it while watering his plants. A small garden on the balcony of his 2BHK apartment. Soon, he walked back to his bathroom to freshen up for the new day.

Wrapping a towel around his lower torso he looked at his reflection on the full length mirror. "You're beautiful. Have a beautiful day, Park Jimin." He smiled at himself and rushed inside his walk-in closet. He wore a blue Nirvana tee which was quite big for his frame but nevertheless went along very well with his black tight jeans which complimented his beautiful butt cheeks. He parted his hair slightly, applied lip balm to moist his plump lips and then bent down to put on his socks. A sigh escaped his lips as his pants hugged his thighs and weren't allowing him to put on his socks. "Mental note: to put the socks on first and pants the last." After a long battle he put on his pair of Vans and picked his bag from where it always laid, his study table. He put on his wrist watch and checked the time.

5:05!

"Oh, fuck!" He cursed at himself and immediately dashed out of his room, collecting his keys urgently he opened his front door. As he was about to close it behind him he cursed again and dashed back in. He ran to the other room of his apartment, a gush of cold air flushed his face but he beamed at it. "Another day. Thanks for looking after me. Love you, mom and dad!" With that he ran out of his apartment. The couple smiled back at him as they always did for the past 12 years.

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He pulled his face mask up as he waited for his cab. The best fine dust you could ever find, yeah bruh it's your beautiful city Seoul a.k.a the Capital City of South Korea.

His motor arrived in minutes but he kept his mask on. The driver smiled at him through the rear view mirror. "Good morning, gentleman. Where are we going?" He just mumbled his address after acknowledging the old man's warm smile and got into his iPad.

A sigh escaped his lips as he got off the car after paying the driver. He pulled down his face mask and looked at the huge building ahead of him. "Oh, good morning Mr. Jeon." A young lady bowed infront of him. He nodded at her in acknowledgement and pulled up his mask again. The two started walking again, "The fine dust has quite increased today." Jungkook nodded in agreement without saying anything. "Um, you arrived in a cab?" This time the girl caught his senior glancing at her for a second. "Yeah, my car has been sent for servicing." He brought his wrist up and checked the time.

8:55!

"Let's walk fast Ms. Oh. We don't want to be late." He reminded and the girl nodded her head and put her attention on walking fast to their destination.

The air conditioner inside the building welcomed him coldly but the smiles on the face of his co-workers were warm. "Good morning, Mr. Jeon!" Many chirped at his presence which he quite expected. He made his way towards the elevator and waited patiently.

Reaching his destined floor, he walked towards his left continuously receiving bows and flirty glances from his co-workers. He shrugged the flirty looks and swiftly made his way to a lavish wooden door with a beautiful golden plate in which engraved,

(Jeon Jungkook, Vice President
Meivoc)

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