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It's a night like all the others; the man is drinking while Seokjin is cleaning and the little boy is in bed fast asleep. The man orders Seokjin over he sighs walking over, prepared for what might happen. The man tugs on his shirt pulling him down onto his lap, Seokjin sits there and watches the man running his fingers through his brown locks.

"How was work?" The man questions a strong smell of alcohol hits Jin's face, yet Jin still faces him remembering what will happen if he turns away.

"It was great," he lies attempting to muster a smile. "And you?"

He sits there blankly as the man talks about his day; he doesn't listen but instead thinks about what his life has come to. He's desperate, he needs the money and a place to stay for him and his child. He can put up with anything just to make sure his baby has everything.

"Were you fucking around with that asshole Ken again? Huh, whore?" the man slurs angrily, the grip on Jin's waist becoming tighter.

Jin attempts to shove his hands off with no avail, the man shoves him onto the floor making him hit his back onto the coffee table. He looks up at the man who is standing over him with a scowl on his face; the man drags him, on the floor by his hair. He lets out a cry as the grip gets tighter.

"What did I tell you about fighting back huh?" The man roars, causing small a cry to erupt from the back room. "How about he sees his little bitch of a father getting beat?"

Seokjin jumps up despite the pain in his back. "Don't touch him!" he screams.

Fear hits him as the man starts to walk towards him, closing the space between the both of them. "Don't tell me what to do whore," the man hisses wrapping his hands around his neck, slamming him into the wall.

Seokjin desperately scratches at the man's hands and face, choking out pleads hoping it will end; the little boy runs into the room begging and screaming for the man to stop. The sound of muffled police sirens surrounds the house the man lets go off Seokjin, turning his attention to the police who were now knocking on the door. Seokjin swallows trying to catch his breath as he crawls over to his son, pulling him into his lap trying to calm him down.

Unaware of everything, the sounds around him now become a muffled noise as Seokjin holds onto the boy protectively. He watches as the police cuff the man and the others walking towards him, he doesn't hear the police screaming at him, but he can see their angry faces all he can do is sit there and stare as they snatch his little boy from his arms.

It's a nightmare like all the others; the man is gone while Seokjin lives happily and the little boy is safety in bed fast asleep. He jumps up from his sleep, his heart races as he looks around the dark room trying to catch his breath. He stiffens feeling something warm pressed against him, hearing a small whimper brings a small smile to his face, his little boy laying right there. He plants a soft kiss on the boy's forehead before laying back down.

Everything is alright.

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I woke up earlier than usual this morning, more like I stayed up longer than usual last night. Too excited to go to sleep, all I could think about was seeing my son, after ten years I have gotten custody back and can finally see him again.

I quickly get ready and run downstairs to find my fiance attempting to make breakfast. I take a seat at the table and watch as he throws away whatever was in the pot and makes a bowl of cereal instead. I chuckle, making him jump, he turns around glaring at me as I continue to laugh at him.

He takes a seat at the table placing a bowl of cereal in front of me. "I made that for you," he huffs.

I look inside the bowl, which had several brands of cereal mixed together. "I suddenly feel bad for Taehyung and Jimin," I tease gaining a shrug from Yoongi.

"Taehyung appreciates my food," he jokes beginning to eat the food for me.

"And Jimin?" I grimace, watching him eat five different kinds of cereal at the same time.

He looks up from the bowl and glares. "He calls it trash, and says he likes your cooking better," he pouts,

"Awww, Jiminie is the best," I giggle, smiling at the sweet thought.

Yoongi rolls his eyes and gets up from his seat, starting to wash the dish. "How are you? Today is a big day right?" He asks turning around to smile at me.

I starting crying at the thought of seeing Jungkook today, the first time in ten years. "Yoongi, today is the day, I'm finally going to see my baby," I chuckle through my tears.

"How excited are you?" He asks walking back to the table.

"Very, but at the same time I'm so scared and nervous?" I respond, gaining a confused look from Yoongi. "Like what if he hates me? Yoongi it's been ten years, who knows if he even remembers me."

He pulls me in for a hug while rubbing my back. "Honey, everything will be alright, I think Jungkook will be excited to see you again," he says.

"You think so?" I ask.

"I know so, plus you can always explain what happened. You've always tried to protect him and we both know that" he reassures, kissing the top of my head.

"Yeah," I mumble looking over at my phone. "Hurry up and get dressed! We have to go see my baby!" I shout, startling him once again.

After a couple of minutes, Yoongi comes downstairs grabbing the car keys ready to go and we both get inside the car. I practically bounce around in my seat for the whole drive, until Yoongi finally makes a stop. I quickly call the caretaker and seconds later they are already walking out of the building.

I watch from the car as the caretaker leads a boy out of the building. He's now much taller with the same sweet doe eyes and his black hair is styled up making him more mature. I quickly hop out of the car and the boy gives me an adorable bunny smile making the side of his eyes wrinkle.

"Oh my gosh Yoongi look at him! He's so handsome! He still looks like a little bunny," I squeal, squeezing onto my fiance.

"Um hi. I'm Jungkook," he says sticking his hand out for me to shake.

I look down at his hand and pull him in for a hug instead. "I know silly! I was the one that named you," I tease as the boy hesitantly wraps his arms around me.

He pulls away giving me another bunny-like smile. "I just thought you would have forgotten, it been a long time," he sighs.

"No baby of course not, I would never forget you. All I could ever think about was seeing you again," I gush, pushing strands of hair away from his face. "You grew up to be so handsome."

"You did too?" He laughs awkwardly.

He hugs me again and I can almost feel my heart melt. "I missed you so much, I love you so much. I'm so sorry," I tell him, trying my best not to cry.

"Its fine, I love you too daddy," he mumbles into my chest.

I let out another squeal the moment those words come out of his mouth. "Yoongi, meet my little baby," I shout excitedly at the other male.

He looks shocked for a moment but then waves awkwardly at Jungkook. "Sorry I'm awkward with kids," Yoongi mutters.

"Yoongi you have two kids," I say rolling my eyes. "Kookie this is Yoongi, he's my fiance. He actually has two sons that you will meet later on."

"Did you replace me?" Jungkook asks with an unreadable expression on his face.

"No baby I would never, you'll always be my favorite boy okay?" I tell him making another bunny smile spread on his face.

"I remember when you would say that to me," he giggles.

"I'm glad you do," I chuckle poking his nose.

"Should we get going now?" Yoongi interrupts walking over to the car.

I open up the door for Jungkook as he hops in. "Sure, I can't wait to show you your new room!" I tell him before closing the door.

Throughout the car ride, Jungkook and I asked each other questions about our lives trying to make up for lost time. He told me about his friends and the things he liked to do, and I felt nothing but happiness knowing he was happy and was well taken care of. Once we made it home, Jungkook almost immediately ran to the house, Yoongi and I followed behind the excited boy.

We showed him around the house and the last stop was his bedroom, which I had decorated for him. I begged his caretaker for information about him to make it perfect, I watched as he looked around the room and turned back to me with his tears running down his face and his lips quivering.

"Do you like it?" I asked trying to keep my composure but failed as soon as he hugged me.

"Thank you so much!" he mumbled into my chest, his body shaking. "I love it! I love you, I can't believe I'm here and you're real!"

"You didn't think I was real?" I laugh awkwardly and the smile on Jungkook face drops.

"People were saying you're dead because you had been gone for so long. I never believed them, I knew you would be back one day and here you are," he says happily hugging me again.

I smile at the boy giving him in for another him, kissing his head before I pull away. "What do you want for dinner?."

"Whatever you make will be perfect to me."

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Today is the first day that I'm seeing my dad after ten years. I can only remember bits and pieces about him, I remember him being a kind person, I remember the song he would sing to help me sleep, I remember the cookies he would bake, and most of all I remember the night I was taken away from him.

There was this man, he was really evil. He never cared about me or my dad, but he stayed with the man and I could never understand why. I watched as he choked my dad and suddenly the police came and took me away; I still have nightmares.

I'm worried about today there are so many thoughts running through my head, like what if he doesn't even want me? I just have to suck it up and wait for him to come. The caretaker had been telling me he would be coming soon, but I don't believe her.

If he didn't come ten years ago, why would he come now?

"Jungkook!" The caretaker shouts, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I quickly stand up from my seat startled and she gives me a small smile. "I-is he here?" I stutter out and she nods her head in response.

"He outside right now, come on!" She says excitedly, I quickly grab my bag and walk out of the building with her.

Once we make it out the door, I see two men standing by a car. One of them is short with blue hair and looks bored, while the taller one is prettier with light brown hair and a big smile on his face; yup he's definitely my dad.

I run down the steps to the man and just stand there shocked he's even here. "Um hi. I'm Jungkook," I say awkwardly holding out my hand.

He just looks at me and smiles before pulling me in for a hug. "I know silly! I was the one that named you," he jokes and I wrap my arms around him. I don't feel so tense around him anymore.

I pull away from him and smile. "I just thought you would have forgotten, it been a long time," I say truthfully.

The expression on his face quickly softens, I can tell he feels bad. "No baby of course not, I would never forget you. All I could think about was seeing you again," he says pushing hair from my face away. "You grew up to be so handsome."

"You did too!" I say excitedly, but it came out more awkward than I had anticipated.

He smiles before pulling me in for another hug. "I missed you so much, I love you so much. I'm so sorry," he says apologetically.

"Its fine, I love you too daddy," I mumble into his chest, not wanting to stress him out anymore.

He suddenly squeals before pulling away and waving the grumpy looking man over. "Yoongi, meet my little baby!" He shouts making me groan.

The man walks over, before awkwardly waving at me. "Sorry I'm awkward with kids," he mutters.

Huh, that's odd, I'm taller than him and I'm the kid.

Dad looks over at him, rolling his eyes. "Yoongi you have two kids," he says, shaking his head at the man. "Kookie this Yoongi, he's my fiance. He actually has two sons that you will meet later on."

Two sons? And that's his fiance? So maybe he wasn't busy, maybe he just didn't want me. He had the other two, why is he here now?

"Did you replace me?" I ask, glaring at the other man.

"No baby I would never, you'll be my favorite boy okay?" He reassures bringing a smile to my face. Its been awhile since I've heard that.

"I remember when you would say that to me," I giggle, remembering the old times.

"I'm glad you do," he replies poking my nose.

The man clears his throat before getting inside the car. "Should we get going on?" He interrupts.

My dad quickly opens the door for me and I get inside. "Sure I can't wait to show you your new room!" He says excitedly before closing the door.

We talked for a bit, just about the usual boring stuff. Dad seemed excited to know more about but Yoongi he seemed more annoyed than anything. I made eye contact through the mirror with him a couple of times and he would just roll his eyes at me. "Awkward with kids" maybe he just doesn't like me and my dad is too blind to see it.

Once we got to the house I quickly got out of the car and ran to the door, not because I was excited, I just wanted to get away from Yoongi. But no, of course, he wanted to assist me on the house tour as well, but only for a bit.

My dad took me to go see my room and it was finally just the two of us. It's filled with a bunch of things I like and the effort he put into it just made me cry alone. I turned around to face him and the tears were already falling.

"Do you like it?" he asked and I ran over hugging him in response.

"Thank you so much!" I mumbled excitedly into his chest. "I love it! I love you, I can't believe I'm here, I can't believe you're real."

"You didn't think I was real?" He asks laughing awkwardly.

"People were saying you're dead because you had been gone for so long. I never believed them, I knew you would be back one day and here you are," I confess hugging him once again.

He hugs me back and I feel him press a kiss on my head before pulling away. "What do you want for dinner?" He asks.

"Whatever you make will be perfect to me," I mumble and he smiles in response before walking out the door leaving me in my room alone.

I take one last look around my room, staring at all the posters, and opening the drawers and closet door. He even bought new clothes for me, wow.

I leave the bedroom and walk around the hallways looking at the pictures on the walls. Most of them were of him and Yoongi and some other kids, who I assume are Yoongi's. I make it to the staircase and stop to stare at one picture, it's of him and me, it seems so long ago, but I remember when we took it.

I smile at the photo before walking down the stairs, I stop and turn once I hear someone talking. "I'm just saying, I don't think he likes me," someone says, but I can already tell it's Yoongi.

"You just have to give him some time, he'll get used to you," dad tries to reassure, I stifle out a laugh.

If I was him I wouldn't be so sure of that. Its just supposed to be my dad and I after all.

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After showing Jungkook his room I left him alone for a bit to figure out what to make for dinner. Something special would be nice, maybe something I would make when he was younger. I think about something I could make for Jungkook, as I watch Yoongi's reflection in the microwave tiptoeing towards me.

"I can see you," I say sternly, he pauses for a moment with a confused expression on his face.

He comes behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist as he kisses my exposed back. "What's cooking good looking?" he jokes laughing as if it was funny.

"I don't know yet. I kinda want to make some cookies for my Kookie," I joke and he bites me on the shoulder in response. "Ow!"

He groans stifling out a giggle. "That was so cheesy, why are you like this?" He teases. "Do you think Jungkook likes me?"

"I'm not really sure. He seems like a good kid," I answer honestly.

"I know, but I'm just saying. I don't think he likes me," he mutters.

"You just have to give him some time to get used to you, ya know?" he hums in response.

"He just looks like he wants to punch me in the face. Still a cute kid, your family has some good genes," he compliments chuckling.

"I know right? When are Taehyung and Jimin coming back?" I question going to the pantry, Yoongi following behind back hugging me.

"Their mom still hasn't told me, I thought letting her some extra days with them would be ni-"

"Dad, can I help you cook?" Jungkook asks cutting Yoongi off.

I turn around as Yoongi unravels his arms from my waist. "Of course, do you know what you want for dinner?" I ask.

"Pizza," he replies blankly.

Yoongi grabs his phone out of pocket and Jungkook shoots a glare at him. "Alright, I can call a-"

"No, I want you to make it," Jungkook orders cutting Yoongi off as he points at me. "You can do that right, daddy?"

"Um sure," I mutter looking through the fridge. "We have dough, cheese, sauce, but we have no peppero-"

"I like chicken, on my pizza," he replies.

"We have chicken. Chicken is great too, I'll get started then!" I tell him pulling the ingredients out. He gives me an adorable bunny-like smile and lightly shoves Yoongi to hug me."Thank you so much! I love you."

"I love you too," I mutter as the boy pulls away.

Jungkook leaves the kitchen and Yoongi oddly checks to see if he's gone. "What 16-year-old calls their father daddy?"

"Shut up and help me," I murmur throwing a rag at him.

Yoongi and I made the pizza together, I ended up having him make it alone to bake some cookies for Jungkook making sure to hide them from Yoongi after. I called Jungkook down for dinner, and he pretty much sonic the hedgehog ran to the table. Once I placed the plate in front of him, he scoffed his food down in a matter of minutes, asking for seconds quickly after.

"Jungkook, please eat slowly so you don't choke," I warn him. He looks up at me with cutely with his big doe eyes and food stuffed into his cheeks. "Oh my gosh Jin he's so cute," Yoongi unexpectedly squeals looking at the boy.

"I'm not a baby," he whines with his mouth full of pizza.

"Jungkook, chew and swallow your food before talking," I order gaining an eye roll from the boy the boy.

He swallows his food staring directly at me with a pout. "I'm done, but I'm not full yet. I need more pizza!" He whines.

I sigh forgetting he's a growing boy and will eat a lot, I get up and grab the tray of cookies from the kitchen. "I have something else for you actually," I tell him coming back to the table with the tray of cookies. He looks up at me and smiles as I pick up one of the cookies, feeding it to him.

"They taste exactly how I remembered," he mumbles happily grabbing another cookie. "Is that whole tray for me?

"Of course, don't forget to brush your teeth," I tell him hearing a groan from Yoongi. "I'll make some cookies for you later.

After dinner, I got ready for bed and went to go check on Jungkook one last time, remembering to close his door once I see he's peacefully asleep. The house was eerily quiet, nothing but the patter of my footsteps was heard as I walked through the dark halls to my room. I made it to my darkroom, laying down next to Yoongi staring up at the ceiling as some way to help me sleep.

I hear the floors creak and tilt my head to see nothing. The floor creaks again, I sit up and look around the room; nothing. I lay back down sighing to myself, hoping that it's just my imagination. I try to close my eyes until I hear footsteps approaching the bed, I look to see Jungkook standing in front of me.

"Daddy, I'm too scared to sleep alone," he whispers.

I look to see if there's space on the bed for him before pushing Yoongi over. "Then come to lay down with us," I offer and he shakes his head.

"Don't you think I should get used to sleeping in my room?" He questions.

"Yes, of course, but-"

"Then come sleep with me, I'm sure Yoongi hyung will be fine alone," he says cutting me off.

"Okay," I mumble getting out of bed. I feel Jungkook grab my hand, pulling me out of the dark bedroom to his own.

The shining moon peeked through the sheer curtains, casting shadows of trees and the outline of the window, giving his room an ominous yet strangely beautiful appearance. The moonlight perfectly hitting his bed making me aware of where I was going, unlike my bedroom. Laying down, I start to feel tugging at my arm and look to see Jungkook using it as a pillow. I assume he is asleep once he cuddles onto me.

The sunlight shines through the sheer curtains hitting me in the face, I squint my eyes looking around the unfamiliar room. A small snore startles me, and look down to see a still sleeping Jungkook with his face buried in my chest. I try to get up, but with any move I make his grip becomes tighter; He's really strong for a 16-year-old. I try to shake him lightly whispering for him to get up, but when that all fails I grab a pillow and start whacking the boy with it. He quickly grabs my wrist, whining for me to stop hitting him.

"It's my first day here and you're already hitting me," he whines still holding onto me.

"You wouldn't wake up. and as much as I love and miss you, you can't hug me all day," I tell him trying to get up once again.

He chuckles and pulls me back down on the bed. "Why not?" He questions snuggling back onto me.

"I have things planned for us, like going to get something to eat in a couple of hours. How does that sound?" As soon as I asked the boy was already out of bed and inside the bathroom.

Once I'm done getting ready, I walk downstairs to see Jungkook sitting on the couch, looking a little mature than usual. He has on a black button up shirt, black slacks, and his dark hair parted down the middle. I walk up to the boy fixing his collar and hair. "You're dressed up like its a date," I chuckle and he looks up at me with an odd glint in his eye.

"Let's make it a date then. Do you have your keys?" He asks walking towards the door. I jingle the keys and he gives me a little grin before opening the door, making sure to hold it for me.

We walk down to the car and after Jungkook's pleading, I let him drive, surprisingly enough we didn't die on our way there and made it on time. We make it inside the restaurant, telling the hostess our reservation before being seated in a section I had picked out. The restaurant lights were bright overall, however, this section was dim with fairy lights strung around the room making it look beautiful. We walk to our table and I smile seeing the surprised expression on Jungkook's face; his doe eyes wide open and his mouth slightly hung open.

"This is so pretty," he gushes, sliding into the booth.

"I knew you would like it here," I reply happily, sitting across from him.

A waiter comes over with the menus and a smile on his face which somehow made the room brighter. "Hi, I'm Hoseok and I will be your waiter for today. Would you guys like to start off the drinks or do you need more time?" He asks pulling out a notepad.

"Um, can I have a sprite please, and a water for him," Jungkook replies, ordering for the both of us. Hoseok nods before walking off to go get our drinks.

I stare at the boy and he finally notices, giving me an innocent smile. "Hm? You always get a water," he shrugs, somehow managing to make me smile.

"Are you excited about going to school?" I ask trying to start a conversation.

"No, can you home-school me? It would be nice to spend some time with you," he sighs.

I chuckle, shaking my head. "You would get sick of me."

"Really? I don't think so," he states, rubbing his foot against my leg staring at me with a smirk.

Before I could say anything the waiter comes back and Jungkook suddenly stops. He places out drinks and straws on the table before pulling his notepad out. "Are you guys ready to order?"

"Oh yes, I will have the chicken parmesan and for him, pizza," I tell the waiter, handing over the menus. Jungkook shoots a glare at me and I playfully stick my tongue out at him. "Have fun eating pizza again."

"Okay, I will be back with your meal soon! Just call wave me over if you need he anything," He tells us before skipping away.

We sit in silence and seem to be having a staring contest from how Jungkook is looking at me without blinking. I finally give up, blinking so I could talk to him. "Okay you win! But I have a question," he hums in response. "How do you feel about Yoongi? and be honest."

"I don't like him," he answers bluntly.

"Jungkook," I whine, my eyes widen at the boy's boldness.

"What? You told me to be honest. I don't like his face," he shrugs taking a sip of his drink. "Besides, you don't need another man in your life, I'm here for you."

"Baby, you're just a baby," I snicker.

"No, I'm not," he argues.

"You'll be meeting his kids tomorrow," I tell him gaining an eye roll in response. "Taehyung is nine and Jimin is 17, they're really sweet kids."

"Woah, two kids? Yeah no, you'll try to replace me," He says jokingly.

"I could and would never. You're always going to be my favorite boy," I tell him.

"No matter what?" he questions placing his hand on mine.

"No matter what," I reassure, giving him a smile.

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Watching Yoongi and Jin stare at each other was disgusting, I can't help but feel jealous whenever the two are together. I sit in silence stuffing my face as the two talk, they ask me questions but I started to ignore them. I grab another pizza gaining attention from Jin and he looks up at me in shock. "Jungkook, please eat slowly so you don't choke," he warns, I look up at him annoyed.

"Oh my gosh Jin he's so cute," Yoongi squeals.

"I'm not a baby," I whine with my mouth full of pizza.

"Jungkook, chew and swallow your food before talking," he orders and I roll my eyes at him.

I swallow my food staring directly at him with a pout. "I'm done, but I'm not full yet. I need more pizza!" I whine.

I watch as Jin leaves the room and goes into the kitchen. "I have something else for you actually," he says coming back to the table with a tray of cookies. I look up at him and he smiles at me picking up one of the cookies, feeding it to me as if I'm a child.

"They taste exactly how I remembered," I mumble happily grabbing another cookie. "Is that whole tray for me?

"Of course, don't forget to brush your teeth," he tells me and Yoongi groans. "I'll make some cookies for you later.

After dinner was over, I got ready for bed and stayed up staring at the ceiling. All I can think about is Jin, whenever I'm around him my heart beats so quickly and I wonder what it would be like if I was in Yoongi's place. My door opening snaps me out of my thoughts and I peer over to see Jin standing by the door, and then he suddenly leaves closing the door behind him.

I sit in my silent room and decide to go to him, he would sleep with me if I asked, right? I leave my room and walk around trying to find his bedroom, opening different doors until I finally find it. I walk towards his bed and he jumps seeing me standing there.

"Daddy, I'm too scared to sleep alone," I whisper.

He turns to look at Yoongi and pushes him over. "Then come to lay down with us," he offers and I shake my head in response.

"Don't you think I should get used to sleeping in my room?" I question.

"Yes, of course, but-"

"Then come sleep with me, I'm sure Yoongi hyung will be fine alone," I say cutting him off.

"Okay," He mumbles getting out of bed, I grab his hand pulling him out of the dark bedroom to mine.

We make it to my room and I don't want to let get of his hand, the feeling of his fingers intertwined with mine is nice. I watch as he lays down grabbing a pillow, I do the same but instead using his arm as I snuggle into him. A couple of minutes pass and I still can't sleep unlike Jin who is already asleep, I brush his bangs away from his face the moonlight hitting it making him look ethereal. I smile to myself as I watch him sleep and start to drift off to sleep myself.

The first thing I wake up to is Jin smacking me with a pillow repeatedly. "It's my first day here and you're already hitting me," I whine grabbing his wrist, trying my best not to pin him down.

"You wouldn't wake up. And as much as I love and miss you, you can't hug me all day," he tells me trying to get up once again.

I chuckle and pull him back down onto the bed. "Why not?" I question, snuggling back onto him.

"I have things planned for us, like going to get something to eat in a couple of hours. How does that sound?" As soon as he asked I was already out of bed and inside the bathroom.

Once I was done getting ready, I sit down on the couch waiting for him and a couple of minutes later he comes downstairs wearing a striped jacket with a white t-shirt underneath, and black ripped jeans. He walks up to me fixing my collar and hair. "You're dressed up like its a date," he chuckles and I can't help but bite my lip upon staring at him.

"Let's make it a date then. Do you have your keys?" I ask, walking towards the door. He jingles the keys and I give him a grin before opening the door.

We walk down to the car and he lets me drive after I begged to. We make it inside the restaurant, and he tells the hostess our reservation before being seated. We walk to our table and I look around shocked staring all the fairy lights hung around the room making it look beautiful.

"This is so pretty," I gush, sliding into the booth.

"I knew you would like it here," he replies happily, sitting across from me.

A waiter comes over with the menus and a smile on his face which somehow made the room brighter. "Hi, I'm Hoseok and I will be your waiter for today. Would you guys like to start off the drinks or do you need more time?" He asks pulling out a notepad.

"Um, can I have a sprite please, and a water for him," I answer, ordering for the both of us. Hoseok nods before walking off to go get our drinks.

I turn to see Jin staring at me and I give him an Innocent smile. "Hm? You always get a water," I shrug, but instead of getting upset he smiles at me.

"Are you excited about going to school?" He asks trying to start a conversation.

"No, can you home-school me? It would be nice to spend some time with you," I sigh.

He chuckles, shaking his head in response. "You would get sick of me."

"Really? I don't think so," I say teasingly as I rub my foot against his leg, staring at him with a smirk.

He looks at me confused, but before he could say anything the waiter comes back and I stop. He places our drinks and straws on the table before pulling his notepad out. "Are you guys ready to order?"

"Oh yes, I will have the chicken parmesan and for him, pizza," he tells the waiter, handing over the menus. I shoot a glare at him and he playfully sticks his tongue out at me. "Have fun eating pizza again."

"Okay, I will be back with your meal soon! Just call wave me over if you need him anything," He tells us before skipping away.

We sit in silence and all I can do is stare at him lovingly until I notice he isn't blinking. "Okay, you win! But I have a question," I hum in response. "How do you feel about Yoongi? and be honest."

"I don't like him," I answer bluntly.

"Jungkook," he whines cutely making me smile.

"What? You told me to be honest. I don't like his face," I shrug taking a sip of my drink. "Besides, you don't need another man in your life, I'm here for you."

"Baby, you're just a baby," he snickers and my smile quickly drops.

"No, I'm not," I argue.

"You'll be meeting his kids tomorrow," he tells me and I roll my eyes in response. "Taehyung is nine and Jimin is 17, they're really sweet kids."

"Woah, two kids? Yeah no, you'll try to replace me," I say jokingly.

"I could and would never. You're always going to be my favorite boy," he tells me.

"No matter what?" I question placing my hand on his.

"No matter what," he reassures, smiling. I intertwine our fingers together and stare down at our hands happily, we could be something I just need Yoongi out of my way.

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I get up earlier today to prepare breakfast, Yoongi will be coming home with the boys earlier than I had expected. I quickly get ready and head to the kitchen cooking a couple of things before going to Jungkook's room.

I open his room door to see him sprawled around the bed and his hair a mess, walking over the lightly tap the boy. "Jungkook," I whisper tapping the boy.

"Jungkook," I repeat slightly louder now shaking him.

I quickly get an idea and pull one of his pillows from underneath him. "Jungkook!" I yell whacking the boy and he finally wakes up.

He opens his eyes glaring up at me and I give him a small smile. "Wake up honey," I mutter untangling his knotted hair with my fingers.

"School?" He asks sitting up from his bed.

"No, Jimin and Taehyung are coming soon so get ready, okay?" I tell him and he nods his head getting up.

I leave the room and go to the kitchen to finish cooking. Humming to myself as I finish up I suddenly feel a pair of muscular arms wrap around my waist, head nestled into the crook of my shoulder. He begins to run his fingers along my shoulders and slides a hand down my waist grabbing it as he presses against me.

"Cut it out," I whine and he chuckles, his breath hitting the back of my neck brings a chill to my body.

"You have really wide shoulders, but a really small waist," Jungkook whispers in my ear before kissing my neck.

I try to shift away from him, but his grip gets tighter as he sways us back and forth. I turn around to face him and he gives me a little smile.

"Let go Kookie," I tell him pressing a hand between us only to feel something I did not expect.

Abs.

I look down to see the boy shirtless with abs. What kind of 16-year-old has abs?

"How did this happen," I mutter in shock rubbing my hand against the formed six pack. "You're a baby, why do you have abs?"

"Do you know how old I am?" He jokes.

I lightly smacking his shoulder and he laughs. "Sixteen, but you're always going to be my baby," I coo brushing his hair back. "Now go put a shirt on. Jimin and Taehyung are coming really soon."

He leaves the kitchen and I turn back around to quickly plate the food and put it on the table for the boys, I hear the front door open and turn to see the three standing there. Taehyung jumps on toppling us down, I wave at Jimin as the small boy continues to talk about his weekend.

"Okay, I have someone for you guys to meet," I tell the two as Yoongi pulls Taehyung off of me.

"Is it a dog?" Taehyung asks excitedly jumping around the room.

I chuckle and go upstairs to Jungkook's room, he opens the door but this time with a shirt on. "They're downstairs," I tell him and he smiles before stepping out.

We walk downstairs together to see Jimin and Taehyung with unimpressed looks on their faces. "You're cheating on dad?" Taehyung asks with a small pout.

"What? No, why would you think that?" I ask the young boy and he points at me and Jungkook holding hands. "Guys, this is Jungkook. He's my son."

Taehyung walks up the boy staring him down with his hand cutely resting on his chin. "Do you know any tricks?" he asks.

"Pardon?" Jungkook questions backing away as the younger walks closer to him.

"Can you roll ov-"

Jimin walks over to the two suddenly covering Taehyung's mouth with his hand. "I'm sorry he was expecting a dog, he's weird but you'll get used to it. I'm Jimin and he's Taehyung, it's nice to meet you," he greets with an awkward smile.

"Ew, Taehyung!" Jimin shouts pulling his hand away wiping the drool off of his hand, the younger boy laughs at him before skipping around the room.

"It's nice to meet you guys too. Taehyung, if you want a dog I can be one for you," Jungkook says getting the boys attention.

His face quickly lights up, as he runs over to Jungkook with a wide boxy smile. "Really?" He asks jumping on the older knocking him down.

"Sure," He laughs patting the younger's back.

Taehyung hops up off of him before running over and giving me a hug. "Thank you for giving birth to him Jin hyung!"

"No problem TaeTae," I chuckle as I watch the boy run off somewhere.

Yoongi snorts and I lightly hit his shoulder. "What's wrong with my kid?"

"I don't know, you made him," I joke gaining a glare from Yoongi. "Guys come to eat before your breakfast gets cold."

We all take a seat at the table together, talking and listening to Taehyung's exciting stories as we eat. Jungkook seems to get along with the boys really well, I smile to myself watching the boy laugh and smile along with the boys. All I want is for him to be happy.

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"Fuck, Jungkook," Jin moans, his fingers entangled in my hair lightly tugging it. I slightly smile to myself hearing him moan my name, despite my mouth being full. I look up momentarily to see his head thrown back, lovebites decorated all over his neck and collarbones. I bob my head slightly faster, repressing a gag, feeling proud as he murmurs small praises. All I want to do is please him. "Aah K-Kookie," He moans out.

"Jungkook!" I hear someone yell as they whack me with a pillow.

I open my eyes seeing Jin standing in front of me, I glare once I realize it was just a dream. "Wake up honey," he mutters, untangling my knotted hair with his fingers.

"School?" I ask, sitting up from the bed.

"No, Jimin and Taehyung are coming soon so get ready, okay?" he answers and I nod, getting up out of bed.

I watch as he leaves my room before quickly taking a shower and clean up my room, once I'm done I go downstairs to see Jin cooking as he hums sweetly. Walking over to him I wrap my arms around his small waist, leaning my head in the crook of his neck. I become mesmerized with his perfect body, running a finger along his shoulder, letting my hand travel down from his back to his waist I pull him closer wanting to feel his body against mine.

"Cut it out," he whines cutely, I chuckle making him noticeably shiver.

"You have really wide shoulders, but a really small waist," I whisper in his ear before kissing his neck.

I try to kiss him again until he shifts as some attempt to get me off, I tighten my grip on him and begin to sway us back and forth. He turns around to face me and I give him an innocent smile.

"Let go Kookie," he says sternly, pressing a hand between us. His eyes suddenly go wide and he begins feeling on my chest and stomach.

"How did this happen," he mutters in shock, his hand still rubbing against me. "You're a baby. Why do you have abs?"

"Do you know how old I am?" I ask jokingly.

He lightly smacks my shoulder and laughs. "Sixteen, but you're always going to be my baby," he coos, brushing my hair back. "Now go put a shirt on. Jimin and Taehyung are coming really soon."

I do as he says and leaves the kitchen running up to my room, as I throw a shirt on I hear people talking downstairs, but pay them no mind. If I had it my way they wouldn't even be here or alive.

I hear footsteps make their way to my room and decide to open my door only to see Jin standing there with a smile, my urge to kiss him becoming stronger than ever. "They're downstairs," he mutters, and I smile before stepping out of the room.

He unintentionally intertwines his hand with mine, I look down at our hands and smile to myself. We walk downstairs together to see two kids unimpressed looks on their faces. "You're cheating on dad?" The little one asks with a small pout.

"What? No, why would you think that?" Jin asks frantically and the boy points at our hands. "Guys, this is Jungkook. He's my son."

The little boy walks up to me, staring me down with his hand resting against his chin. "Do you know any tricks?" he asks.

"Pardon?" I question, backing away as he walks closer to me.

"Can you roll ov-"

The short one walks over and covers the little boy's mouth with his hand. "I'm sorry he was expecting a dog, he's weird but you'll get used to it. I'm Jimin and he's Taehyung, it's nice to meet you," he greets with an awkward smile.

"Ew, Taehyung!" Jimin shouts pulling his hand away wiping the drool off of his hand, the younger boy laughs at him before skipping around the room.

"It's nice to meet you guys too. Taehyung, if you want a dog I can be one for you," I offer wanting to make a good impression on Jin.

His face quickly lights up, as he runs over to me with a wide boxy smile. "Really?" He asks jumping on me, knocking me down.

"Sure," I chuckle patting the younger's back, looking up to see Jin smiling at me.

Taehyung hops up off of me before running over and giving Jin a hug. "Thank you for giving birth to him Jin hyung!"

"No problem TaeTae," he chuckles as the boy runs off somewhere.

I watch JIn and Yoongi smile and talk to each other with a glare. One of day, I will make Jin realize im the only man he needs in his life. "Guys come to eat before your breakfast gets cold," Jin tells everyone snapping me out of my thoughts.

We all take a seat at the table together, talking and listening to Taehyung's irritating stories as we eat. I pretend to smile and get along with the other two, trying my best not to say anything rude. Gosh, I hate these people.

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"First day of school, are you excited?" I ask, looking in the towards the backseat. Jungkook glares at me as the other two shifts away from the boy, eyeing him nervously. I narrow my eyes at him as he grabs his bag and pulls out a pocket knife, handing it over to me.

"Hm, let me think. Should I be excited to be in a place filled with a bunch of losers and cunts?" He replies with a fake smile, I gasp forgetting he's a teenage boy.

"Jungkook!" I exclaim staring at the boy with wide eyes, I nudge my partner who lets out a loud wheeze followed by choked back laughter. "Yoongi stop laughing that's not funny!"

Yoongi stifles out a laugh, and I to his shoulder in an attempt to get him to stop. "He's not wrong," he responds with a shrug.

"I'll make sure he doesn't get into any trouble," Jimin chimes in with a sweet smile.

"Thank you Jiminie," I say with a smile which quickly turns into a frown once I look over at the troublemaker.

"Thank you Jiminie," Jungkook mimics with a small pout.

"Get out of my car," I huff turning my back to the annoying teenager. I hear the car door open and a small slam before the two appeared on my side waving at me childishly.

I let out a faked groan and roll down the window letting the two-step over and harass me for a moment. "I love you, daddy," Jungkook giggles as he almost climbs throw the window to peck my cheek.

"I love you more, you little menace," I chuckle, watching a smile spread across the boy's face. He begins to walk away and I notice Jimin sulking his way into the school building.

"Bye Jiminie, have a good day, I love you!" I yell out the window hoping the boy hears me.

He turns around almost startled and smiles happily. "Bye, love you too!" He beams before stepping into the school building with the other.

"So TaeTae, you ready for school?" I ask, turn to the small boy who's wiggling around excitedly in the back seat.

"Yup!" He grins before listing off all his friends he might see at for the rest of the car ride to his school.

After dropping the three off Yoongi and I stay home alone trying our best to relax. I can't help but feel worried about what might happen to Jungkook, it's his first day at school and he's in a new home. I just want him to adapt well to all the changes happening.

I plop down on the couch next to Yoongi letting out a loud sigh. He ignores me. I sigh again laying my head on his lap. He ignores me once again. I sigh as loud as I possibly can practically hopping onto his lap.

"What do you want?" He groans out.

"You were ignoring my signs," I replied with a pout. "I'm worried about Jungkook."

"Of course you would be it's his first day," He muttered eye's now focused on the T.V., I look over confused as to what could possibly be more interesting than me. Oh, a cartoon?

"Like what if Jungkook gets suspended? Or even worse expelled! I mean he's a good kid but" I babble on trying to get the male's attentions. "He had a knife. Why did he have a knife?"

Yoongi looks down at me with wide eyes, and I try my best not to smile. "That's your kid," he shrugs going back to watch the children show.

"I should have homeschooled him like he asked," I sigh trying to grab the remote. I get my hands on the plastic contraption until it was yanked out of my hands and dangled over my face mockingly.

I watch as he places the remote where I can't reach. He really likes this show huh? "He's probably going to hate it then," Yoongi mutters.

"Yoongi!" I whine squirming around on his lap.

"What?" He whines dramatically throwing his head back almost childlike.

I sigh defeatedly sitting back on the couch. "At least we'll have one kid who comes back happy. Taehyung is always happy, I know my baby won't fail me."

"Hi honey, how was school?" I ask excitedly holding my arms out expecting the small boy to run into them, instead, he brushed past me with a pout and went into the car instead. Moping as I sat back inside the car I looked back at the boy who was looking out the window. "Yoongles, someone hurt TaeTae."

Yoongi quickly looked back at the boy with a glare. "Who did it? Who hurt you, angel?" he asks intensely pointing at the small child.

For the rest of the drive to the Jungkook and Jimin's school, Taehyung ranted about how no one would play with him. Why would anyone want to hurt that little ball of sunshine?

We make it to the boy's school and the two of them get inside the car with a glare. "How was school?" I ask, looking back at the two.

"Great!" Jungkook says enthusiastically. I narrow my eyes unsure if is being sarcastic or not.

"He got into a fight," Jimin informs blankly as he types away on his phone.

"Jungkook!" I exclaim, my voice becoming squeakier than usual.

"Did you win?" Yoongi asks a little too excited looking back at the teenager who has a smug look on his face.

"He almost murdered someone today," Jimin states but was ignored by everyone but me. I looked at Yoongi with wide eyes expecting him to do the parenty thing, but instead, he shrugged with a grin planted on his face.

"Of course I did. Also, the principal will be calling you later today," he informs with a smile, unable to say anything I turn backed and stayed silent the rest of the car ride. I'm upset, but at the same relieved I got the knife back from him. What would have happened if I didn't?

We make it back home, I sent Jungkook off to his room and started on dinner. Yoongi and Taehyung sat in the kitchen to"help" me, Taehyung making little drawings as Yoongi did well, nothing. I watch to two, draw together with smile wishing I could have done that with Jungkook at one point. My phone ringing somehow startles all of us and Yoongi grabs it off the counter answering for me.

"Uh hello? Oh ok, alright. Thank you, you too!" He answers hanging up the phone. "You have a parent-teacher conference tomorrow at three, cause Jungkook decided to beat up that kid."

I nod my head before writing it down on a sticky note so i won't forget. "Hey can you watch the food for me, I have to go talk to Jungkook," I ask and the boys nod.

I walk upstairs to his room making sure to knock on the door instead of walking right in; he's a teenager, I don't know what I might see. He opens the door before sitting back down on his bed, I step in closing the door behind me.

"Are you hot? You like never wear a shirt, I can turn the AC on you that right?" I ask getting completely off topic. He just shrugs and smirks at me. Wait, why did he smirk?

"Right, okay well that's not what I'm here to talk about. How was school? Besides the fight. Did you make any friends?"

He sighs crossing his muscular arms making him look a little too mature. "Yeah, I guess. This kid named Hoseok was following me around and talking to me so I guess we're friends," he shrugs. "But that's not what you're here to talk about."

"Right. Why did you do it? Did he hit you? Because if he hit you first I could understand," I question. His expression quickly changes as he uncrosses his arms and looks down with a pout, making him look a lot more innocent rather than a bad boy.

"He was talking shit about me," he mutters almost as if he was embarrassed.

I nod my head understanding why it would upset him but that wouldn't lead him to fight someone. "What did he say?" I ask softly.

"He called me a fag and a little bitch. I don't even know if I'm gay but- Does it hurt?" He asks changing the subject.

I frow my brows confused as to what he could be referring to, but he gives me this look as if I should know what he's talking about. "What?" I question.

"Does having sex hurt?" He asks clearly.

"Huh?" I ask a bit confused and shocked at how we got to this subject. Weren't just talking about a fight?

He lets out a loud chuckle, licking the inside of his cheek before staring at me with those now seemingly darker eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry, let me be a little more clear. Does fucking hurting?" he questions bluntly with a small smirk on his face.

My eyes widen and I somehow choke on my spit. "No, but yes but it depends. Do we need to have, ya know the talk?" I cough out.

"I'm not a virgin, I've just always wondered what its like to be with a guy," He confessed with a shrug

"Oh," I mutter, awkwardly. "Oh, so you're just curious."

"Kinda, I figured that out the third time I slept with a girl,"

"Remind me to make a doctor's appointment to get you tested," I mumble staring down at the floors, my eyes following the odd wooden lines.

"Is it worth the wait?" he questions.

"Huh?" I question, unable to look the boy in the eyes.

"Like falling in love first before you do it," he rephrases.

I look up to see him staring at me, I shift around awkwardly unsure what to do with limbs as he looks at me with his dark eyes."It depends? Do you have a crush on someone? You got that whole dreamy look in your eye like you're thinking about someone," I tease, attempting to lighten the tense atmosphere.

"I guess you can call it a crush. It's just one guy I keep thinking about," he shrugs with an odd glint in his eyes as he stares at me.

"Awww. Well, you're grounded and I'm definitely taking you to the doctor," I inform wanting to get out the room more than ever.

"Right," he chuckles, biting his lips as he scratches the back of his neck.

"Dinner is pretty much ready to put on a shirt before you come downstairs, no one needs to see that," I tease before darting out of his bedroom. I stand in the empty hallway with my back against a wall. My heart slightly twinges thinking back on what Jungkook told me and simply how he looked. He's really grown up and I wasn't even there to witness it.

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"First day of school, are you excited?" Jin asks turning to face the back seat, despite me being disheveled and groggy I perk up once I hear his lovely voice. I smile at him lovingly but he frowns at me in return.

I look over at the other two who are scooting away from me with pressed lips and nervous eyes that dart back and forth between and me our parents. Grabbing my bag, I pull out a small pocket knife and hand it over to Jin who looks at it completely shocked as he places it on his lap. I roll my eyes at the two, I told them to be cool about it.

"Hm, let me think. Should I be excited to be in a place filled with a bunch of losers and cunts?" I answer sarcastically with a fake smile plastered across my face.

"Jungkook!" Jin exclaims staring at me with wide eyes, as Yoongi, on the other hand, lets out something that sounds like a broken squeaky toy. "Yoongi! Stop laughing, that's not funny!"

Yoongi stifles out a laugh as Jin slaps shoulder in an attempt to get him to stop. "He's not wrong," he responds with a shrug.

"I'll make sure he doesn't get into any trouble," Jimin chimes in with a smile. I glare at the older and he shoots one back.

"Thank you Jiminie," Jin says with a smile, but frowns once he turns to look at me.

"Thank you Jiminie," I mimic with a small pout.

"Get out of my car," Jin huffs turning his back around, I stick out my leg in an attempt to kick his seat only for Jimin to grab my leg and push me out the opened door. I glare up at the older as he closes the car door and walks away from me to Jin's window, I trudge behind slowly still rubbing my behind.

Jin rolls down his window and I shove Jimin out of my way to get to him. "I love you, daddy," I beam, throwing myself into the window to peck his cheek.

"I love you more, you little menace," he chuckles.

I walk away with a sulking Jimin until I hear someone shout and we both turn around startled. "Bye Jiminie, have a good day, I love you!" Jin yells out the window waving at the older.

Jimin turns around smiles happily. "Bye, love you too!" He beams, watching them drive away before roughly pulling me into the school building. "I have to watch you for the rest of the day, so please don't hurt anyone."

"I don't know what you mean. Do I seem like that kind of person to you?" I ask innocently slightly tilting my head.

"Jungkook I know- do you need help around the school?" He asks and I shake my head in response. "I'll meet you at your fourth-period class for lunch." I nod before walking away to find my first class. It seems as if all my classes are on the same level, might be easier to navigate.

The school day went quicker than expected, I only made one "friend" more like a stalker he talked my ear off as he followed me around the school. I'm now pacing around an empty hallway waiting for Jimin, I hear footsteps running towards me and turn around to see a sweaty and out of breath Jimin. He runs towards me almost wheezing as he leans against me to keep himself upright.

"What's wrong?" I ask looking at the older to see a bruise on his arm. "Who did that to you?" I question grabbing him by his arm.

He doesn't answer and attempts to cover it with his hand. "Jimin who the fuck did that to you?" I ask sternly making the older look at me.

"It's not like you like me anyways" he whines pulling his arm out my grasp, distancing himself from me as if I did something wrong.

"I don't care if I don't like you, you're someone my father cares about. Now tell me who hurt you?" I question stepping closer to him

He puts his head down, but I can still see tears streaming down his face. "My boyfriend," he sniffles out.

"Your boyfriend? Where is he? Jimin show me where he is," I demand, watching as he hesitatingly leads me to a group of guys near a locker.

The guy notices us and jumps up from his chair, grabbing Jimin by the waist making him flinch. "Who the fuck is this? Have you been cheating on me?" He hisses grabbing Jimin by his arm.

"I'm his fucking brother you idiot," I state pushing him away from Jimin. He chuckles before shoving me into a locker, throwing a punch into my stomach.

Clutching my stomach in pain, I hear Jimin yell my name and the group of people laugh, all I can see is red as I begin to punch the guy and slamming his head against the granite floor as soon as he fell to the ground. I watch the red liquid pool out his head and cover my hands, it so beautiful and mesmerizing. Security picks me up dragging me to the principal office before roughly throwing me into the room. I looked down at my bloody hands as Jimin wipes it away with napkins, before hugging into me whispering small apologies. The principal walks in the both of us stand up from our seats, sitting down when he motioned for us to do so.

He makes a small circle around us before taking a seat at his desk, eyeing me mostly. His face changes from a frown to a small smile when he looks over at the older. "Jimin, why are you hanging around this troublemaker?" Mr. Lim questions cocking an eyebrow.

"Sir, he's not a troublemaker and he's my brother," he answers hesitantly. "He was protecting me," he whispers, shifting around in his seat.

"Brother?" Mr. Lim scoffs getting up from his desk and walks toward a file cabinet, pulling out a folder. He slaps the folder down on the desk and begins looking through my records. "You two aren't related are you?"

"His father is engaged to mine," Jimin answers.

"He's Mr. Kim Seokjin's son?" He questions with wide eyes as Jimin nods in response.

I bite the side of my cheek before flashing a bright smile. "Yes, I am," I answer trying to hide my annoyance.

I'm sick of being his son. I love him more than that and I know he will feel the same way. The principal talks to us but I can't hear anything as I think about Jin. Thinking about the small things he does that make me happy, the smile he gives me and only me, the fond little stares, the small kisses he gives me, holding onto his hand that fits perfectly with mine, everything about him. I love everything about him, I want him, I need him. He's mine and only mine.

"You boys are excused now," Mr. Lim states, knocking me out of thoughts. I quickly grab my bag and follow Jimin out of the doors.

We run down the hallways to the front doors, I feel Jimin grab onto my hand before we could exit. "Don't tell anyone, please? I promise I will break up with him, but you have to promise me you won't tell anyone," he pleads breathlessly and I nod. "Pinky promise!" He smiles sticking out his small pinky and I quickly cross our fingers together before we exit out the building.

Slowly walking to the car trying to catch our breath but both enter with a fake glare. "How was school?" Jin asks sweetly, looking back at us.

"Great!" I say, faking enthusiasm, and he looks at me with narrowed eyes.

"He got into a fight," Jimin informs blankly as he types away on his phone.

"Jungkook!" Jin exclaims, his voice becoming squeakier than usual.

"Did you win?" Yoongi excitedly looking back at me.

"He almost murdered someone today," Jimin states but was ignored. Jin gives Yoongi but he just still smile.

"Of course I did. Also, the principal will be calling you later today," I inform with a smile, Jin turns back around staying silent.

The rest of the car ride home it was quiet and I could tell Jin was upset with me, the moment we stepped into the house he sent me straight to my room. I hear a knock on my door and open it to see Jin standing there with a grim smile on his face. I let into the room and take a seat on the bed as he closes the room door behind him.

"Are you hot? You like never wear a shirt, I can turn the AC on you that right?" He asks looking everywhere but me. I simply shrug smirking at the older in response.

"Right, okay well that's not what I'm here to talk about. How was school? Besides the fight. Did you make any friends?" He questions.

I sigh cross my arms unsure if I even want to bring up my school day. "Yeah, I guess. This kid named Hoseok was following me around and talking to me so I guess we're friends," I shrug. "But that's not what you're here to talk about."

"Right. Why did you do it? Did he hit you? Because if he hit you first I could understand," he questions and the expression on my face completely drops. I want to tell him the truth, but I made a promise to Jimin and as much as I don't like him I intend to keep.

"He was talking shit about me," I lie.

Jin nods his head as he shifts around the room. "What did he say?" He asks softly.

"He called me a fag and a little bitch. I don't even know if I'm gay but- Does it hurt?" I ask, changing the subject.

"What?" he questions eyebrows furrowed.

"Does having sex hurt?" I ask clearly.

"Huh?" he asks almost shocked.

I let out a loud chuckle, licking the inside of my cheek before staring at him. "Oh, I'm sorry, let me be a little more clear. Does fucking hurting?" I question bluntly with a small smirk on my face.

His eyes widen and he begins to sputtering choking on his saliva. God, I wish he could be choking on something else with those plump pink lips, ugh I want him so badly. "No, but yes but it depends. Do we need to have, ya know the talk?" he coughs out.

"I'm not a virgin, I've just always wondered what its like to be with a guy," I confess with a shrug.

"Oh," he mutters the expression on his face softening. "Oh, so you're just curious."

"Kinda, I figured that out the third time I slept with a girl," I shrug and he rolls his eyes.

"Remind me to make a doctor's appointment to get you tested," he mumbles staring down at the floors.

'Is it worth the wait?" I question wanting to keep the conversation going.

"Huh?" he questions, eyes focused on the floor. Aw, is my baby embarrassed?

"Like falling in love first before you do it," I rephrase.

I keep my eyes on him as he looks up, shifting around awkwardly when his eye's meet mine. Cute. "It depends? Do you have a crush on someone? You got that whole dreamy look in your eye like you're thinking about someone," he teases.

"Guess you can call it a crush. It's just one guy I keep thinking about," I shrugged trying to play it cool when I really want to confess my love for him

"Awww. Well, you're grounded and I'm definitely taking you to the doctor," he jokes.

"Right," I chuckle, biting his lips as I scratch the back of my neck.

"Dinner is pretty much ready to put on a shirt before you come downstairs, no one needs to see that," he says before darting out of the room, making me smile. It's so cute how nervous he gets around me, I should tease him more.

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"Jungkook, please wake up we have a meeting with your principal. Don't make this hard for me," I beg, smacking the boy with one of his pillows. He lets out a small yelp as he falls out of bed, I watch as he stumbles to his bathroom half asleep.

I sigh to myself as I walk into the hallway, leaning my back against the wall as I wait for the younger. He got in trouble, he isn't the type to get into a fight, he's a good kid but I don't know him well enough no matter how much I pretend to.

It hurts, the thought that my child has become a stranger and yet it's all my fault. I let him slip away too easily, I can't sit here and tell myself there was nothing I could do when that's a lie. It was never out my hands, my son coming back was never out of reach.

This bedroom creaks open and he walks out now wide awake. "Are we going now?" He asks, his voice deep and raspy.

"Um, do you want to eat breakfast first? We still have some time," I question and he shakes his head in response. "Alright, let's go then."

The car ride to his school was silent, my attempts to start a conversation failed as he would either roll his eyes or sigh in response. "Let's go," I mutter unbuckling my seat belt, and he does the same.

We both step out of the car and walk into the school building, making our way to the office. He takes a seat in a chair, while I greet the secretaries as I sign in. "Mr. Lim will be with you soon," one says with a plastic smile, I nod and take a seat next to the younger.

I look over at Jungkook, a somber look is drawn on his face as he shakes his taps his foot lightly. "I didn't do anything wrong," he whispers, looking over at me.

"What do you-"

"Ah, Mr. Kim and Jungkook. You two can come in now" Mr. Lim sighs, as he holds the door open for us. Jungkook and I walk into his stuffy office, the lack of light gives the small room a dreary look. Mr. Lim lets the door close before taking a seat at his desk, motion for the both of us to do the same. We shoot each other a knowing look and take a seat in the uncomfortable chairs.

"So Mr. Kim I think you know I called the both of you here," he speaks, folding his hands against the desk and straightening his back out.

"Yes, Jungkook got into a small fight with another student," I answer shifting around in the small seat.

"A small fight? He put the boy in the hospital," Mr. Lim scoffs I look over at Jungkook, his fists are clamped as he bites the side of his cheek. "I'm sorry, but we have to suspend Jungkook."

My eyes widen and I look at the younger, Jungkook has never been a hostile kid. "B-but it's his first week of school," I stutter out shocked.

"He put a boy in the hospital, your son is a threat to others," he explains, shifting a look over to Jungkook.

"It was self-defense," Jungkook whispers, his leg now shaking. "Please don't take his side on this."

Jungkook looks over at me with pleading eyes, I muster up a smile before looking over at Mr. Lim. "I'm sorry sir but that boy started the fight so I would assume he's being suspended as well, right?" I question, with a dark stare.

"He put the boy in the hospital," he states again, his voice becoming firmer.

"I understand that, but it was out of self-defense. Jungkook isn't the troublemaker here," I argue, the older let out a dry cough as he looks away from my gaze. "I'm not saying that Jungkook shouldn't get punished for what he did, but for him to be the only one is unfair."

Mr. Lim sighs and nods as he unfolds his hands. "You're right, I'm sorry Mr. Kim. Maybe he can just have detention for a week? And the same for the other child," he suggests with a weak smile.

"Yes, that sounds fair right Jungkook?" I question, looking over at the younger who nods quickly.

"Um well, thank you for meeting with me. Goodbye sir and Jungkook," the older says meekly, walking over and holding the door open for us.

"Same to you, Mr. Lim. Let's go Kookie," I scoff with a fake smile plastered across my face.

We walk out of the building, getting inside of the car. I look over at Jungkook as he stares down at his lap. "Something else happened that day, right?" I question, gazing over at the younger who remains silent as he fiddles with his fingers. "You won't tell me because you're trying to protect someone."

He looks up at me with wide eyes, opening his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. His eyebrows frow as he turns away, directing his attention the window. "How did you know? I promised him I wouldn't say a thing. The guy, he hurt someone I know and that someone doesn't want others to know," he confesses.

"Jimin is that someone, isn't he?" I question gaining a shocked look from the younger. "You haven't changed a bit. What's wrong?"

"I know this is completely off topic, but it has been on my mind for too long. What happened to my mom?" He asks suddenly.

I smile grimly, as I start the car. "Um, can we talk about this another day?" I question, looking away from the younger, he hums quietly.

Why does he want to know about her?

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It's been weeks since Jin has talked to me, we have had small conversations here and there but it seems like ever since I asked about my mother he's been avoiding me like I was the plague. I saw the hurt look on his face when I asked, he kept quiet during the ride and was quiet when we came back home.

Half of my life is gone, I can't remember much about him or my family, if I even had one at all the most I can remember is being placed in different homes. I was moved around a lot, the first family I lived with was kind, they took care of me as if I was their own I don't know what happened but they gave me back, I couldn't understand why and begged and cried for them to keep me.

The last home was neglectful and abusive, I spent three years with them over time I learned that I couldn't trust anyone, I started to take care of myself. I couldn't be dependent on them, the woman I looked up to as a mother would beat me while her husband was getting drunk every night. They were hurting, thought a child would have fixed their problems but it didn't because they got me.

I look up hearing a soft knock at my door, sighing to myself as I hear Jin's gentle voice behind it. "Kookie can we talk?" He asks making me smile unconsciously.

Why can't I just be mad at him?

"Sure come in," I respond, he walks in with a wary smile, standing in front of my bed awkwardly. I can't help but stare at the older man down as I wave at him to sit next to me.

"I'm sorry I've been-"

"Don't say you were busy," I say cutting him off, my voice cold and monotoned. "Please don't lie to me."

"Kookie, I-"

"Do you know what it's like to have half of your life completely gone? I feel lost and confused." He's silent, a somber expression is placed over his face as he stares down at his hands. "As my parent don't you think you should tell me what happened?" I question, now sitting up to face the older.

He stays silent, his gaze focused on the floor as he fiddles with his fingers. "What happened to my mom? Do I have any other family? What happened to my life?" I ask, pressing on the conversation.

"Jungkook can we please talk about this later?" He asks almost pleadingly, he looks up at me with red puffy eyes and tears slowly streaming down his flushed cheeks.

A part of me wants to hold him and apologize, just forget it all and go about my life. But I can't, I can't spend my whole life wondering why things are the way they are. "You said later before, right now is later, I want to know," I retort.

He looks up at me with guilt filled eyes, he closes his eyes for a moment letting out a small sigh before looking back at me. "It's complicated," he breathes out.

"No its not! You're only making it complicated!" I exclaim, he noticeably winces shifting away from almost fearfully.

"Jungkook, please don't yell," he murmurs.

I clunch my fists as I bite down on my lip trying to keep calm, my patience is thinning. "I'm not a kid anymore you missed that part of my life, remember?" I snark, his eyes go wide as he stands up from the bed.

"Kookie, please don't say things like that I-"

"No, you're right, it is too complicated. I don't care anymore," I scoff with a shrug.

"Can you just please listen to me, I don't want to hurt you, everything that has happened might be too much for you," he attempts to reason, looking down at me with hurt eyes. "I've spent most of my life full of hatred and it's made me sick and depressed. I don't want that for you."

"Fuck Jin, just forget it. I'm sorry I even asked," I scoff lying back onto my bed. "I want to be alone, please."

He nods slowly before leaving out the room, I sigh hearing the click of the door closing shut. Why can't he just be honest with me?

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Day after day, all we seem to do is argue, but today he really pushed it. I drag him into our home after spending three hours searching around for him. Mad at me or not he can't keep acting like this.

I should tell him the truth, but how could I ever explain to him the things that happened in the past? How his mother left and I raised him alone. Or the fact that he was raised in a toxic home all because of my desperation.

I can't. it's hard for me to even describe what happened before, and to know it will change his view on others and most of all me. I'd rather say nothing at all.

"Do you want to explain why you weren't at school when I came to pick you up?" I question as the drag the teenager into the house by his gray hoodie.

"Can you explain why you refuse to answer any questions I have about my past?" Jungkook retorts smirking slightly.

"Jungkook-"

"That's what I thought," He scoffs tugging away from my grasp.

I let out a sigh attempting to calm down. We can get over this, it's just a small switch in his attitude. He doesn't hate me. "Be mad at me all you want, but that doesn't excuse the fact you have things to do! Graduating high school is one of them."

Jungkook lets out a bitter laugh as he tries to walk past me. I quickly grab his wrist and pull him in front of me, unaware of the dark look placed over his face.

"Jin, I'm not some fucking kid. I'm not six years old anymore, you can't keep treating me like a child!" He shouts out, glaring at me as he throws his book-bag down.

"I know-"

"If you know why do you keep on doing it? Time is up, you can't coddle me anymore. I'm growing up," he spats out, his stare cold.

I frown to myself unsure of what to do. He must hate me, God I fucked up everything. "Do you regret coming here? I'm so sorry for everything I just-I miss my baby, I missed you so much and I know you're growing up but-"

"Some shitty excuse for a father you are. Do you even know the things you do to me?" I feel my eyes start to water at his words. Did I really mess up that bad?

"Jin, please don't do this right now," His voice is low and threatening as he grabs onto my hand, pulling me closer to him.

"We have nothing else to talk about, right?" I ask, backing away from him. He doesn't respond just stands there and stares. "Okay, goodnight Jungkook."

He pushes past me storming off to his bedroom as I stand there idly, wincing once I hear his room door slam closed. I let out a loud groan and fall onto the couch, ignoring the small patter of footsteps walking towards me.

"Having, a hard time talking to Jungkook?" Yoongi questions jokingly as he takes a seat next to my head.

I sit up properly and let out a sigh as I lean onto his shoulder. "He's so upset and it's all my fault. I don't know what to do," I confess, burying my head onto his chest as he gently runs his fingers through my hair.

"I wish I could say its just a teenager thing. but it's not. You have to tell him eventually, why not just rip the band-aid off now," he advises. "Don't hesitate. it will only make things more painful."

"I hate that you're right. I fucked up, but you know why I can't tell him Yoongi, he would-"

"Love and appreciate that you thought he was mature enough to know. I might have only known Jungkook for a couple of months, but I can tell he's mature. He won't be upset with you," he reassures.

That's a lie. A plain fucking lie, yet I nod along dumbly.

"I know he is. I hate it! It hurts, the fact that I lost so much time with him. I ruined everything Yoongi-ah." I feel my eyes burning with tears as I look away too embarrassed for him to even see me right now. I'm 34, I need to get a grip on myself.

"Fuck baby I know it's going to be okay," Yoongi reassures attempting to calm me down.

"No, it's not its never going to be okay! I fucked everything up for Jungkook and I. He's gonna hate me forever! I hate me forever he doesn't deserve any of this and I just ruined everything-"I sputter out as I sob uncontrollably. Why do I always let my emotions get the best of me?

I can no longer feel the weight of Yoongi underneath me and look over to see him standing up with a frown placed over his face. "Min Seokjin, look at me," he orders, his voice strong and stern.

I look up at him, breathing shakily as I wipe the remaining tears off my face. Absolutely pathetic.

"You didn't ruin anything. What happened in the past was not your fault. Never has been and never will be. You're a good person, so I expect you to do that right thing and tell Jungkook what happened," He sighs out rubbing my back.

I nod mustering up a smile and he gives me a concerned look. "You will? Now or later?" He questions.

I can see the look of disappointment on his face and I understand. I'm disappointed in myself as well, how could I let everything in my life get so out of hand?

"I just need a little bit of time," I mutter, lying aimlessly like the coward I am.

He gives a weak smile before pressing a kiss on my cheek. "Alright, don't let this problem linger baby. It's not good for anyone," he tells me before leaving to the kitchen.

I will never be ready.

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I wonder when he would ever tell me the truth, I've gotten nothing but excuses over and over again. He's treating me like I'm nothing but a nuisance but what's so wrong with wanting to know about your life? I watched him and Yoongi talking and laughing with the other kids, they look so happy like a family.

I get pushed away while he lets others in easily, maybe he never wanted me in the first place. I don't belong here.

I walk back to my room grabbing one of my bookbags putting whatever I might need inside. Throwing the bag over my back, I open my window before slipping out of it and walking to the only other place I know.

"Jungkook!" Hoseok beams stepping aside to let me inside. He grabs my bookbag and putting it down for me. "Why did you want to come over? Do you want to have a sleepover?"

"Uh yeah, can we?" I ask, and he looks around the room hesitantly.

"I mean-"

"Honey, who's at the door?" A woman calls out, walking over us. She's tall and thin wearing a black gown and her dark hair up in a bun.

She stares me down for a moment before giving me a weak smile. "Hi, I'm Hoseok's mom." I couldn't help but stare at her bunny-like smile.

Her smile looks a lot like mine. Even our eyes are alike. I look at the two but there's no resemblance, he must look more like his father.

"She's my step-mom as you can mostly tell," Hoseok chimes in and she chuckles slinging her arm over his shoulder.

I feel my heart pang seeing the two standing there happily together. I wonder what its like to have a mom. I've moved homes, but it was never like this, what they have. "I'm sorry I came here unannounced," I apologize turning my attention towards Mrs. Jung.

"It's fine dear. Is everything alright? Do your parents know where you are?" She questions.

"Yes, I just needed to get out. I had an argument with my father and I don't want to stay there for tonight," I explain.
Hoseok looks at her his eyes begging for me to stay and she lets out a sigh. "Well, today's Friday so, I don't see why not. You can stay here, make yourself at home. Are you hungry?" She asks forcing a smile, and I shake my head. "Hoseokie we're going out so, don't do anything crazy, okay?"

"Okay, mom," Hoseok sighs, rolling his eyes as she plants a kiss on his cheek.

"Good." She pauses for a moment turns towards me and stares, "And your name is Jungkook right?"

I mutter a small yes, and she gives me a grim smile. "Sounds familiar," She mutters placing a hand on my shoulder. "I hope things get better with your dad." I can't help but feel like something is off about her.

Hoseok and I say goodnight to his parents as they leave out the door. I turn over to look at Hoseok who has a giant grin on his face. "So, I can't wait to show you my room!" He beams as he grabs my bag and leads me upstairs to his room.

His room is small but decorated nicely. His walls are painted yellow, there are posters, and little figurines on shelves.

I sit down on his bed, and he plops down next to me. "So, welcome to my room!"

"I like it, it suits you," I compliment and he smiles brightly.

"Do you remember how we first met?" He questions suddenly.

I shrug, and he sighs lightly. "At my job. You know, that restaurant? You were there with some guy," He replies.

"Oh, Jin?" I question.

"Jin? Is he your boyfriend?" he asks, his smile now dying down.

I look over at him curiously unable to read the expression on his face. The last thing I need is for him to be interested in me, I have my eyes on someone else.

"He's cute. You two would look good to together," he sighs out. "If you're not together than what's going on? You look like you love him."

"I do," I mutter.

"You do. He loves you too, I can tell. I wonder when someone will look at me like that," He chuckles bitterly.

I watch as he fiddles with his fingers nervously and he looks up at me, his eyes meeting mine. He begins to move in slowly and I do the same until my phone rings loudly startling the both of us. I grab my phone and look at the screen to see jimin calling and quickly answer it.

"Jimin?" I respond only to hear soft whimpering from the other side. "What happened?"

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"Alright, dinner is ready. Tae baby can you go get Jungkook? Jiminie can you please make sure Jungkook comes down?" The boys' nod and heads upstairs and I continue to place the plates down on the table.

Yoongi tells out a small whine as he grabs onto my waist nuzzling his head into the crook of my neck. "Baby," he sighs swaying us back and forth.

"Yes?"

"Nothing," he sighs, and I can't help but giggle. I love when he's randomly affectionate like this. "I can't wait for our wedding, you'll be mine forever, well unless you want a divorce. Please don't divorce me." I listen to him ramble on about our wedding, smiling to myself. To think in a couple of months ill be Min Seokjin.

"How do you think the kids feel about this?" I question, and he hums softly.

"Happy. Jimin and Taehyung love you, seriously. I'm starting to think they love you more than me at this point," he chuckles.

"I love them too." I smile to myself glad the boys want me to be apart of their family.

I was afraid of being with Yoongi at first. The thought of anything ruining with him and the boys scared me, but they are both so welcoming and kind. The moment the three of moved in with me I have been nothing but happy, it's like the family I've always wanted.

I feel Yoongi unwrap his arms from around me and turn around the glance at him, noticing the worried smile on his face. "What happened?" I ask, and he looks down hesitantly.

"Uh Jin, Jungkook he's-" He pauses before shaking his head with a chuckle. "It's nothing I'm just- I don't know."

"What about him?"

"Does he not seem off to you? I want to get to know him, but he pushes me away. And the way he stares at Taehyung and Jimin like he wants to hurt-"

The sound of footsteps running down the stairs interrupts Yoongi, and we both walk to the living room to see Taehyung and Jimin standing at the bottom of the steps. Where's Jungkook?

"Jungkook is either a heavy sleeper or gone," Jimin jokes forcing a laugh with worried eyes.

"What?"

"His door is locked, he won't open it," Taehyung answers with a slight pout.

Rolling my eyes, I walk past the two and head upstairs to the younger's room. He has the right to be upset, but this is getting out of hand. I knock on his door but get no answer. Knocking turns into banging but again, nothing. Fear starts to consume me as I walk back downstairs.

"You need to open that door, break it open for all I care. I think something happened to Jungkook." Yoongi immediately rushes upstairs, and the boys and I follow behind. Yoongi attempts to turn the knob before stepping back and ramming into the door with full force. It opens.

We all check his bed and bathroom, and his closet but Jungkook isn't there. Yoongi turns over to me pulling me closer to him as he rubs my back trying to comfort me. I bury my head his chest silently crying. The last thing I would want to do is worry the kids.

"Honey please try to take deep breaths. I'm going to call the police and drive around town. You stay here with the boys to see if he comes back," Yoongi whispers before pecking my forehead and leaving out.

I take a seat on the edge of Jungkook's bed, trying my best to contain my emotions, but this is all my fault. I should have been better, I should have told him the truth. He could be dead or hurt by now, and it's all my fault.

"Hyung I'm going to get you some water," Jimin whispers, and I give him a small nod.

I feel Taehyung plop down beside me, and I glance over at him trying my best to smile. "It's going to be okay, Jinnie hyung," he reassures. "Kookie is coming back, so don't cry."

"You're right. I'm sorry TaeTae," I sigh.

He looks up at me with a small pout, before hugging me. "It's okay, daddy. You don't need to cry anymore."

I quickly turn to look over at him. "What did you just call me?" I question, and he looks down sadly.

"Oh, I'm not supposed to? I'm sorry Jinnie-"

"No no baby that's more than okay. You can call me dad," I tell him pulling him in for another hug. "I love you so much. Daddy loves you so so much," I sigh kissing the top of his head.

He gives me a small grin before sliding off the bed. "I'll be right back, okay? Don't cry anymore, I don't want you to be sad," he states before waddling towards the door.

"Okay TaeTae, I won't."

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"Jimin?" I answer only to hear soft whimpering from the other side. "Is everything okay?"

"Kookie please come back. Daddy is crying, and my daddy is looking for you." Fuck, I quickly get up and grab my bag. "I'm coming, Taehyung. Just go sit down everything will be alright," I tell the boy and gives me a small okay before hanging up the phone,

I glance over at Hoseok whos sitting there with wide eyes. "I have to go," I tell him before heading downstairs. He follows behind me as I put on my shoes and step towards the door.

"You need me to drive you home?" He asks, and I shake my head running out.

I ignore the burning in my chest as I run home, darting across streets barely missing cars. I make it to the house catching my breath as I throw off my shoes and drop my bag at the front door. I go upstairs to see Jin sitting on my bed with a photo in hand.

The floor creaks from underneath me startling the older, and he glances up at me his brown locks a tousled mess, with tears running down his red cheeks. "Kookie?" he barely croaks out. His sweet voice now dull and raspy.

"I'm here," I whisper out, taking a seat on the bed next to him. He smiles grimly, handing me the photograph. It's us with bright smiles as we stand together, I look happy and innocent. What happened? Where did everything go wrong?

"You said you wanted to see a picture right?" He questions letting out a raspy chuckle. "That was on your first day of school. You were five, and I remember you not wanting to go. We both cried as you held onto my legs, and ran away from your teachers," He explains smiling at the memory. "At the end of the day, you came back happy, talking about your new friends and how excited you were to go back."

"Can you please tell me what happened?" I ask desperately, and he looks down. "Jin please answer me. I don't want to go on like this, wondering why no one wants me around. I thought you got rid of me, that hurt so much. I don't want to hurt anymore."

He looks up at me and runs his hands through his hair. "Jungkook. I don't even know what to say I'm sorry I put you through all of that. It's my fault baby, all mine," he whispers placing a hand on my back.

"For some reason, I don't believe that," I retort and he lets out a sigh.

"Your mother and I dated for about two years in high school, and our junior year she was pregnant. We stayed together for a bit, but when you were born she decided, she didn't want to be a mother anymore." He explains. "She wanted to give you but for adoption, but I just couldn't. I fell in love the moment I laid eyes on you."

"You were perfect, just absolutely beautiful. You were such a quiet baby, and when you got older, you were the sweetest thing ever. You truly made me so happy, and I was glad I never gave my happiness away." He says with a smile.

"Do I have grandparents? They must have stopped talking to you after a teen pregnancy," I question.

He gives me a sad look before smiling grimly. "You do, but I came out when you were about two years old, and they disowned me."

His eyes begin to water up, and I can't help but feel guilty. I need to know what happened. "Why was I taken away?" I question abruptly, his eyes widen and he intakes a sharp breath,

"I was kicked out by my parents, so I moved in with my boyfriend at the time. He was ok with everything at first, but then he started to become abusive. I didn't know what to do, and I didn't have enough money to move out. I tried my hardest to make sure you were happy and had what you needed, so I put up with the abuse." Fuck, I'm the worse person ever. Here I was thinking he is horrible when sacrificed everything for me.

"What I did was selfish, I put you in danger. No, he never hit you, but what if he did?" He whispers staring down at the floors.

"Jin-"

"The night everything happened I pissed him off, and if the police didn't come that night he would have hurt the both of us," He explains, eyes focused on the ground. "I spent all this time getting my life together so when I got custody you could have ever you wanted."

"I don't-"

"Jungkook I know it's impossible, but I want to make up every year without you. I will never be able to forgive myself, so I cannot possibly ask that from you, but I'm going to do better this time," he says looking back up at me.

"Thank you," I whisper out.

"Why are you thanking me?" He chuckles brushing my hair back with a sweet smile planted on his face. "It was about time I told you the truth."

I shift closer to him and wipe the remaining tears from his face. He smiles at me, and I can't help but stare down at his lips. He gives me a questionable look, and I move in closer, pressing my lips against his. I feel him press in as well, wrapping an arm around me as my hands reach his waist.

His lips are soft and intoxicating, making me want more. I deepen the kiss and pull him onto my lap. I run my tongue against his bottom lip, and he opens them slightly running his fingers through my hair. My lips find my way on his neck, and I try to pull up his shirt, but he jerks away from me with wide eyes.

"What the fuck," he mutters out breathlessly as I stare down his glossy pink lips.

"What? Parents kiss their kids, it's normal," I whisper pressing a kiss on his cheek.

His fingers touch his lips as he looks up at me almost regretfully. "Jungkook I don't think-"

"It's fine," I chuckle pecking his lips. "We should go to bed." He stands up, and I grab his wrist pulling him back to the bed.

"What happened?" He asks softly.

"Sleep here with me tonight." He whispers a small okay before lying down next to me. I throw my arm around his waist pulling him closer to me. "I love you so much," I murmur cupping his face, kissing the corner of his lips.

He sighs snuggling closer to me, and I smile to myself. He'll be mine soon.

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I bright light grazes over my face, I place a hand over my face and look around the familiar room curiously avoiding the sunlight. Jungkook's room? I touch around on the bed, feeling something on the left of me and turn to see Jungkook laying beside me.

With parted lips and his dark hair is a disheveled mess he throws an arm around my waist pulling me closer with every twist and turns I make. I smile softly seeing the peaceful look on Jungkook's face and reach out placing a hand on his cheek, brushing his hair back lightly trying not to wake the boy up.

I look down at his lips, and my mouth goes dry as I try to swallow the lump in my throat. Last night we were talking when he kissed me and the worst part of this all is I kissed him back. I'm the adult, his fucking father but I don't even know what came over me.

Feeling sick to my stomach, I push the blanket back and detach myself from his arms.

I feel a tug at my waist, and I turn to see Jungkook wide awake sitting up beside me with a grin. "You're awake," he rasps out. I nod and make another attempt to leave the bed.

"Where are you going?" He chuckles deeply pulling me back to the bed. "Come back to bed. Let's sleep a little longer," he whispers in my ear as his snakes his arms back around my waist.

I let out a fake laugh and push his hands away turning to see a disappointed look on his face. "Ggukie I have to make breakfast," I sigh sitting back up.

He pouts up at me as he shifts his body to the side resting his head on his arm. "Can I help?"




He's no help. None at all. The moment he wrapped his arms around me he refused to let me. The fact there's no awkwardness or tension after what happened last night. Was he drunk?

"Jungkook when you asked to help I thought you would, I don't know help?" I scoff, attempting to push his arms off of me but he's surprisingly stronger.

He lets out a small hum as he places his head in the crook of my neck. "C' mon forgets breakfast lets go back to my room," he whispers. I feel his lips on my neck, and I jump away pushing him away from me.

He looks confused almost hurt, as he steps closer but I push him back creating a space between him and I. "This is so wrong. I get that you're a hormonal teenager, but I'm your father you can't do things like this," I shout nervously, gesturing towards the half-naked boy who kept coming closer and closer. He really has no shame.

"Why?" Is all he asks with a pout.

I glare at the younger, and he smiles at me. "Don't try to act innocent now," I warn as he stares me down with a cocky smile plastered across his face. He closes the space between us, and I quickly shut my eyes feeling him peck my cheek.

"My intentions are innocent. We used to do this when I was younger, and I just wanted to express how much I love you. I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable," Jungkook apologizes. "I'll stop," He mutters.

I can feel my heart pang as the once happy expression on his face drops. He gives me one last bittersweet smile before turning to leave.

"Wait, Jungkook," I call out for him, and he turns around. "You can give me a peck but nothing like last night that's too weird to do with your parent," I explain and he nods with a bright bunny smile.

"Yes, of course, I wouldn't want to make things weird between us."



"Faster," I pant out.

"Faster?" Jungkook chuckles out staring down at me in amusement. Jungkook speeds up, and I throw my head back moaning and whining his name over and over again. "Ah-Jungkook fuck go harder please-please Kookie go fucking harder."

The younger smirks to self and slowly pulls out I look up at him confused when suddenly I feel Jungkook ram back into me. I let out a whine as the younger hits my prostate over and over again, leaving me a moaning drooling mess.

"Scream my name baby. Let Yoongi know who to belong to," Jungkook growls in my ear.

"Jungkook!"

"Jin?" Yoongi whispers shaking my shoulder gently. I open my eyes sitting up in a panic breathing frantically. Yoongi slides closer to me placing his hand on mine, and I flinch away. "Did you have a nightmare? You were calling Jungkook's name."

"Yes, something like that I suppose," I whisper to myself.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I shake my head frantically. Yoongi gives me an unsure look before pressing a kiss on my cheek.

"Go back to sleep baby," he whispers wrapping his arms around me laying us both back down. "I love you."

"I-I love you too."

What in the actual fuck was that?

 

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Jin is back to ignoring me just when I thought we fixed everything and became closer he started pushing me away again. During breakfast, he talked to everyone but me and on the way to school no hug or I love you as he did for the other two. Did I overstep? He did say everything was fine, but is he lying again?

I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn to look at Hoseok who's smiling at me, "I've been tapping you this whole time, and you didn't even notice. What's on your mind?" he questions.

I let out a sigh, "Just something concerning Jin."

"It seems to be bothering you, and I'm a good listener so," he states eyes urging me to talk.

Shrugging I decide to give in, "He's been ignoring me. He won't talk to me or even look at me."

"You guys aren't a thing, right?" He asks, looking away from me, eyes focused on the table. "Like you haven't done anything with-"

"We've kissed, but that's about it. He stops me before we could go any-"

"Maybe he's not interested?" I can feel my eye twitch just at the thought of it, but Hoseok quickly shakes his head, "I meant he's scared to take things further. Maybe you should ease him into it until he's finally ready," he advises.

"That's not a bad idea at all," I whisper to myself.

The bell rings, and Hoseok gets up from the bench grabbing his things. I grab onto his wrist before he can leave, and he looks up at me. "Let's skip class."

His confused expression turns into a smile as he nods. I let go of his wrist, grabbing my bag and heading towards the door. I need to clear my head algebra is the last time on my mind right now.

 

Hoseok and I arrived back at school right before it was time for our parents to pick us up we sat in front of the school building waiting for the cars to pull up at the front. I saw Jimin walk out of the school and say goodbye to Hoseok before running after the older.

"Jimin!" I call after him, he stops, letting me catch up to him.

"Where were you?" He questions eyeing me down, "You skipped class again? Jin hyung is going to beat your ass," he mutters, opening up the car door.

I chuckle, shaking my head sliding into passager seat as he takes a spot in the back. "Kookie! Jiminie!" Tae greets excitedly.

"How was school, boys?" Jin questions. I listen as Jimin goes on a rant about his day, but I say nothing I know the older wouldn't care either way.

Jin pulls into the house driveway pressing kisses onto of Jimin and Taehyung's head as we make our way into the house. I drop my bag at the door, and when I think Jin is going to say something, he smiles and walks into the kitchen. I let out a scoff, eyes following the man, he needs to tell me what's going on with him now.

I follow him to the kitchen and wrap my arms around his waist making him jump, I chuckle at his reaction and decide to place small kisses at the base of his neck working my way up to his jaw. He doesn't move, but I can hear his breath hitch as he continues to cook. All I want is a reaction from him.

I drag a hand along his side before letting my hand grab onto his ass, he lets out a sigh, dropping the spoon in his hand. "Yes, Jungkook?" He questions, anger evident in his voice.

"Oh, so you're done ignoring me now?" I whisper.

"I-i wasn't ignoring you," he stutters.

I let out a laugh, letting my arms drop at my side, making Jin turn and look at me. "When will you stop lying to me?" I question.

"Kookie I'm sorry-"

"You don't love me, do you?' I ask, cutting him off. His expression softens as he shakes his head, stepping closer to me. I gently grab his chin, moving in closer, "Prove it then."

The sound of the door opening makes Jin pull away from me, and I watch as his eyes light up when he sees Yoongi. He brushes past me, and I turn to watch him run into the man's arms, kissing him all over. Days like this, I hate Yoongi.

 

After dinner, Yoongi made sure we all went to bed, and Jin seemed giddy and more touchy than usual. And when they thought everyone was asleep, I sat in the hallway near their door listening to Jin moan another man's name. I can't take it anymore.

I push the door open and step in, shouts erupt from the two, and jin quickly pulls the covers over them. Just seeing him on my man makes me want to snap his fucking neck. "I wanted to sleep with you tonight, but I guess you're busy," I murmur.

"Uh, give me a minute baby," Jin says his voice panicked as he fumbles around with the sheets.

"A minute or an hour? You and Yoongi seem busy, with him being inside of you and all," I tease leaning against the door.

"Get out!" Yoongi yells,

I leave the room, letting the door close with a loud slam on my way out. I pace around the hallway biting down on my lip in an attempt to calm myself down.

Jin walks out into the hallway with nothing but a robe covering him, he sends me a grim smile as he walks past me to my bedroom, I follow behind. "Kookie, I'm so sorry you had to see that. We should have locked the door," he apologizes, closing the door behind us.

"Yeah, I'm sorry also," I mutter, plopping down on my bed. I try to hide my jealousy, but find it hard to unclench my fists.

I will fucking kill Yoongi.

"Are you okay?" Jin asks, placing a hand on my shoulder, "Oh dear, you're probably traumatized, I'm so sorry!"

"Traumatized? Yeah just by looking at Yoongi, you on the other hand," I mutter under breath as I lick my lips upon staring at the older man.

"Did you say something?" He questions the expression on his face softens, his kind eyes making me smile.

I shake my head as I walk towards the older, he steps back from me, but I close the space between us, pecking him on the corner of his lips. "I'm tired, you're sleeping here tonight with me," I order grasping his hand as I pull him to my bed.

"Jungkook! You just saw-"

"I don't care," I chuckle pushing the older down onto the bed, turning off the light before lying next time him. I press another kiss against his lips, bringing my hand to his chin as I lick at his bottom lip. Jin let's out a whine and pulls away with a frown on his face.

"Jungkook what I did I say about-"

"To calm down with the way I kiss you. Sorry, it won't happen again," I mutter he lets out a small hum and I feel arms wrap around my waist. I bury my head into his chest slightly smiling to myself. I want to be loved by him and him only. I need him.

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Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Fuck it all I cant believe that fucking happened. I have a small meltdown as I slip out of my son's arms slowly trying not to wake him up.

My kid saw me having sex, and this isn't some kind of dream. Fuck I'm mortified. Fuck life and fuck that unlocked door, I knew I should have double-checked!

I slowly open the room door, making sure not to make any noise as I slip into the hallway, back to my bedroom. I'm greeted by a disheveled spaced out Yoongi sitting on the edge of our bed.

"Yoongi-ah," I whisper yell at the male and he turns to look at me a small frown on his face as he shakes his head.

"That was a dream, right?" He questions. I give him a weak smile and he drops his head whispering a small "fuck" in response.

Fuck indeed.

 

The rest of the day was beyond awkward. Yoongi was too traumatized to even speak while Jungkook was extremely passive-aggressive towards Yoongi. He made sure to hide the older's belongings, put salt in Yoongi's coffee during breakfast, and worst of all; put up the older's things in higher out of reach (for Yoongi) spots. If this goes any farther, they might rip off each other heads.

The four boys sat around the TV watching a movie all together, I watched as Yoongi and Jungkook shoot glares at each other. This needs to end now.

"Yoongi can we talk in the hallway please?" I ask. he nods silently and walks over to the kitchen, taking a seat beside me. "Look you and Jungkook should talk. And in the meantime, I'm taking Tae and Jimin out."

Yoongi eyes widen, "How do you talk to a kid after they saw you having sex with their father?" he questions.

"You'll figure it out, you're a smart man," I shrug, patting his shoulder. "Kookie baby come here."

"Yes?" Jungkook asks as he walks into the kitchen."I'm taking Jimin and Taehyung to their doctor appointment, so you're going to stay here with Yoongi," I tell the boy, and he scoffs folding his arms.

Jungkook raises an eyebrow, "The doctor, huh? Okay, I'll stay here with Yoongi hyung," he complies.

I smile at him before giving him a quick peck on the lips, "Be good boys. Come on Jiminie Tae Tae grab your jackets," I tell the two who quickly get up.

I follow behind the two grabbing my things as well before turning around to see Yoongi standing behind me, "Please don't leave me," he whispers. I give Jungkook one last smile before running out the door with Taehyung and Jimin.

I get the two boys into the car, Jimin in the passenger seat while Taehyung is sitting in his car seat with a smile."Daddy where are we going?" Taehyung questions.

I turn to look at him before looking over at Jimin. "Anywhere you guys want," I tell the two.

"I heard you tell Jungkook we're going to the doctor," Jimin giggles.

I let out a sigh, "I lied. They haven't been getting along lately, so they'll stay home and work that out while we have some fun," I explain. "What do you guys wanna do?"

"Can we go to the mall?" Jimin asks.

"Wait! We should get ice cream!" Taehyung says excitedly.

"There's ice cream at the mall Tae," Jimin tells the younger boy.

Taehyung pouts and kicks his older brothers seat, "But that's not the ice cream place I like!" Taehyung whines.

"We have all day baby, we can do both," I chime in. The two both give me excited smiles as I begin to pull out of the driveway.

This is going to be a long day.

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I follow behind Yoongi watching him plead for Jin to stay. "Jin please don't leave me," I hear the older whisper, before getting the door slammed in his face. The older turns around, jumping once he notices me standing behind him. I smile at him, but he grimaces walking pass me to the couch. I let out a sigh following behind him.

"Hyung I'm pretty sure he left us here so we could work out our differences," I mumble, he looks up at me and nods towards the spot on the couch next to him. I roll my eyes plopping next to him, "So," I start.

"So," he sighs. "Look, I'm sorry you had to see that," he apologizes.

"So am I. It's not every day you see your father getting taken up the ass," I shrug.

Yoongi begins to choke on his spit with wide eyes, "Don't joke like that Jungkook," he coughs out.

"Tell me, Yoongi-ah, how does he look when you're taking him from behind? Pretty, right? I envy you," I chuckle continuing to press the "joke" on.

He looks at me almost disgusted, I grin back at him. "What is wrong with you?" He scoffs, standing up from his seat.

"Me?" I laugh again, shaking my head. "Well nothing, I think I'm perfectly normal. We all have little quirks, don't we?" I question, standing up as well.

He takes a step back from me, "Look here, you little psycho-"

"Psycho?" I question walking closer.

"I'm calling your father," he states weakly, I almost let out a laugh at his poor attempt to seem somewhat intimidating.

"You think he's going to believe you over me? He would dump you for me in a second."

"Dump?" He questions in disbelief. "Jungkook we're talking about your father. I don't know what sick shit is going through your head, but he's not yours. You're not in some fucked up relationship."

"You don't know anything."

"I need to go. You're testing my patience, and I'm not about to fight a child," He mutters turning away from me.

"As if you could anyway, you're a little bitch," I chuckle and look to see my father parking into the driveway. He's right on time, let the show begin.

Yoongi turns back around a scowl on his face, "What the fuck did you just say?" He questions, stepping closer to me.

I stare into his eyes before giving him a grin, "I said you're a little fucking bitch. You can't even defend your man, you're just gonna sit back like a little bitch and watch as I make him mine" I whisper in his ear.

In an instant I'm shoved to the floor my head hits the hardwood floors as Yoongi throws punch left and right, muttering profanities. I laugh through the pain, he never stops once. Must've struck a nerve.

The front door opens, I can hear cries from Taehyung while Jimin and Jin plead Yoongi to stop, pulling the older man off of me.

"Yoong what the fuck!" Jin shouts pushing the man back into a wall. His breath is erratic as his balled up hands shake. I've never seen Jin this angry before. It's possibly the hottest thing I've ever seen.

"Dad! He started yelling then hitting me and I don't know what I did wrong," I cry out. Jin's expression softens as he drops down to my side, grabbing my face lightly.

"He's fucking lying, Jin you know I would never do something like this without a logic reason! Okay, maybe my reason wasn't that logical but-"

"Yoongi," Jin calls out his strong and firm voice silence the male in seconds. "Jungkook, go to the bathroom, I'll be in their a minute," He tells me sweetly helping me up from the floor.

I leave the room and sit alone in the bathroom laughing to myself as I hear the two arguing. I can't wait until he leaves, taking his two shitty kids with him. I hear footsteps make their way to the bathroom and I compose myself letting the fake tears fall.

"Hey baby," Jin mutters closing the door behind him as he steps into the room.

"Hey, am I in trouble?" I ask.He quickly shakes his head.

"Of course not, baby. You did nothing wrong, I just want to help you get patched up and then we can talk," He assures."Besides your face what else hurts?" He questions studying my face.

"My head the fall was kind of hard," I mumble.

Jin coos rubbing the back of my head, "I'm sorry, baby, I should have been here."

"It's not like you did anything" I sigh. "Can you kiss my boo-boos?"

"Seriously?" I nod and he presses a kiss on the top of my head and my cheeks.

"You missed one," I pout, pointing towards my lips. He rolls his eyes before placing a chaste peck on my lips, but press in deeper trying to make it last longer.

Jin pulls away with a sigh, "Okay Kook-ah I'm sure your lips don't hurt that much," He whispers and I shrug biting back a smile.

"What is going to happen with Yoongi hyung?" I question.

"Well, we're all going to sit in the living room and talk about what happened," he mutters grabbing a rag cleaning the blood from my nose.

"Right now?" I ask.

He shakes his head, "No, we can talk whenever you feel comfortable."

"Well right now I'm kinda tired. Can we do it tomorrow?" I ask again and he nods pulling the rag away. "And can you sleep with me tonight?'

"Sure, honey. Go to your room I'll be there in a minute," He tells me leaving the bathroom.

I stalk behind him and watch as he goes into his and Yoongi's room. I stand by their bedroom door peeking through as I listen in on the conversation stifling a laugh out as I hear Yoongi's whiny voice. Jin must have gotten rid of him, finally.

"Seokjin I'm telling you something isn't right about him. But that doesn't excuse what I did at all. I hurt your son, someone, you love and understand if you don't want to be around or with me."

"I want to be with you Yoongi. I love you so much, but Jungkook and I was in an abusive- and to see you do that is just-"

"I know. I'll be gone for a bit so everything can be better? I think me leaving for a while will help, but I want to apologize to Jungkook first."

"I'm sorry love," Yoongi whispers and I watch as he presses a kiss on the older's lips.

"I know," Jin mutters out.

I can feel my heart pang watching them. He claims he loves me but forgives the man that hurt me. I lick the blood anyway from my cracked lips as I lightly knock on their door.

Jin looks over at me wiping tears from his cheeks as he musters up a smile, "Oh Kookie, what happened?"

"Can we stay in a hotel? Dad I've never been to one," I beg but he shakes his head. "Pretty please?" I whine.

He shakes his head in annoyance as I step closer pressing my body against his. "Fine. Yoongi you can stay, we'll be back and we'll have that talk," Jin mutters as he rubs my shoulder. "Go pack your things Kook-ah."

I don't miss the look on Yoongi's face as I walk back to my room. Just think tonight I'll be alone with Jin. Tonight I'll make him mine.


Jimin

you need to come home now

why?

does it matter? 
tell dad you're sick i don't give a fuck just bring your ass here

tell me why first

do you want your daddy to know about your little boyfriend?
dont test me

fine.. we'll be there soon

perfect

 

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"Sorry I had to cut the trip short," Jimin mutters, his voice wavering almost as if he was about to cry as I pull into the drive away.

"No baby, don't apologize, you were sick. We can go next time, alright?" I assure rubbing the boy's back. "Let's go inside."

As we make our way to the house, I can hear the sounds of shouts followed by a thud. The boys look scared as I waste no time to get the door open only to see Yoongi throwing punches at Jungkook. Taehyung stands by the door crying as he begs his dad to stop while Jimin and I run over, pulling him off of Jungkook.

"Yoongi, what the fuck!" I yell, shoving him into a wall almost ready to swing until Jungkook speaks.

"Dad! He started yelling, then he hit me, and I don't know what I did wrong, "Jungkook cries out, and I drop to his side, grasping his face tenderly.

This was always my biggest fear, seeing my baby bruised up and hurt. It doesn't seem to matter where I am or who I'm with it. Jungkook will always get hurt whenever he's with me.

"He's fucking lying! Jin, you know I would never do something like this without a logic reason! Okay, maybe my reason wasn't that logical but-"

"Yoongi," I call out, making the male shut up. "Jungkook, go to the bathroom, I'll be in their a minute," I tell the younger helping him up from the floor.

When the three leave, I turn to face the male, but anger just boils up inside me more just seeing him after the shit he pulled.

"How fucking dare you put your hands on my son?" I question standing up from the floor. "Have you lost your damn mind? Do you wanna fucking die?"

I'm so angry I can't even think straight, as I get into the male's face, "Jin please hear me out-"

"I don't want to hear shit from you right now! You're lucky our kids are here, or you would be a dead man," I scoff backing away. "I'll talk to you when I calm down, but now, I don't even want to look at you."

I leave the living room, hands still shaking as I walk into the bathroom, hoping to help Jungkook clean up and maybe talk to him about what happened. Out of all the people, I would have never expected Yoongi to do something like this. I put all my trust in the wrong man, huh?

 

After a small talk with Jungkook, I went to Yoongi and I 's room feeling calm enough to talk to him (also made a mental note to put away anything that might do harm to him) I'm genuinely curious to know what in the actual hell made him think he could put his hands on my child.

"I'm giving you a chance to explain, so hurry up," I huff out, knowing damn well there is and never will be a good excuse as to why he did what he did.

Yoongi lets out a sigh, "He was extremely rude while you were gone, it was so out of character for him," the younger confesses. "He also said some things about you, and my anger just got the best of me."

That's it, that's his reason?

"Seokjin, I'm telling you something isn't right about him. But that doesn't excuse what I did at all. I hurt your son, someone, you love and understand if you don't want to be around or with me," he mutters.

"I want to be with you Yoongi. I love you so much, but Jungkook and I was in an abusive- and to see you do that is just-"

Yoongi only nods as he steps closer rubbing my back, "I know. I'll be gone for a bit so everything can be better? I think me leaving for a while will help, but I want to apologize to Jungkook first."

"I'm sorry, love," he murmurs, pressing a chaste kiss on my lips.

"I know," I mutter. There's a light knock on the door, and I turn to see Jungkook. I quickly wipe the tears from my cheeks and smile at the boy, "Oh Kookie, what happened?" I ask as he steps into the room.

"Can we stay in a hotel? Dad, I've never been to one," he begs, but I shake my head. "Pretty please?" he whines.

So much has happened tonight and now he wants to go to a hotel? Whatever makes him happy, he's been through enough today.

I can't help but shake my head at the younger as he steps closer wrapping his arms around me, "Fine, Yoongi, you can stay, we'll be back, and we'll have that talk," I tell the two as I rub the younger's shoulder. "Go pack your things, Kook-ah."

 

I don't think I've ever seen Jungkook so excited about something, but the moment we made it to the hotel, his eyes were wide, and he was flashing that bunny smile I love so much.

"Is that your husband? It's adorable that he's so excited by these things," The lady at the front desk says with a smile.

"He's my-"

"Yes! I can't help but be excited. It's my first time at a place like this," Jungkook grins, cutting me off. I frown at the younger, but he smiles back at me.

"Honeymoon?" She asks, and before I could correct her, Jungkook answered again. I'm really starting to wonder who the parent is here.

"No, just something random I wanted to do, and he said yes so," He answers, hooking his arm onto mine as he rests his head on my shoulder.

"Aw, that's so sweet," she coos. "Well, here's your key. I hope you two have a wonderful stay," she tells us with a wink. I give her a confused look as Jungkook takes the key before grabbing my hand and dragging me to the elevators.

"I'm so excited I can't wait to go to our room," he says wrapping an arm around my waist.

"You don't want to explore this place for a while?" I question, but there's a disappointed look on his face, "I just mean it's your first time at a hotel, but we don't have to.

"He shakes his head, "Um, we can walk around, I guess," he mumbles hesitantly.

"We can get room service after this, how about that?" He nods excitedly.

It's nice to see him like this. I wish that smile could stay on his face forever.

 

Jungkook and I walked around for a bit until he got tired and decided to head back to our room and order something to eat. After a bunch of joking around and a movie, while we ate Jungkook, I sit across from each other as Jungkook finishes off his dessert.I turn and look at the younger as he licks the chocolate off his fruit seductively, my eyes catch his, and he smirks at me. I shift uncomfortably in my seat as he continues to stare. I try to direct my attention to the show playing on the TV, but somehow he catches my eye every time. I cross my legs and turn away from the younger feeling his eyes bore into the back of my head. I hear the spring of the mattress as Jungkook gets up and turns off the television. He saunters to towards with a little smile on his face before taking a seat on my lap.

"Jin, I'm bored," he whines, resting his head on my shoulder, eyes staring into mine.

My eyebrows furrow, feeling confused and hurt, hearing him call me by my first name. I'm happy he's becoming comfortable with me, but it seems as if he doesn't see me as a parent anymore.

"Jungkook I'm your dad, you shouldn't call me by my first name," I sigh, earning a small chuckle from the boy.

"I don't want you as my dad," he murmurs with a frown on his face as he lifts his head from my shoulder.

"What are you talking about?"

He just shakes his head, "I love you," he whispers, pecking my cheek.

"I love you-"

"No, not like that like-I like like you Jin," he mumbles, fiddling with his fingers.

Did I hear that correctly?

"You're my son," Is all I can manage to let out as the boy press kisses on my neck.

"But I could be so much more. You don't actually love Yoongi, do you?" He asks teasingly, moving away. "Look just one night together, and I'll leave you alone, hm?"

"Kookie this isn't-"

"Daddy, please? I just want to make you feel good," he whimpers out desperately, kissing around my face. "I'll make you feel so good, please."

I scoff, staring closely at him to see if he was joking, "Fuck Jungkook cut it out, this is wrong."

"Please, I want you so bad," He says, ignoring me as he wraps his arms around my neck.

"Jungkook, you're just confused, we can get you some help. This isn't normal, you're my son. I love you as a son nothing more."

"Jinnie please-"

He continues to beg before I shove him off my lap onto the floor, he looks hurt and confused as he stands back up.

"I don't even want to be in the same room as you. Get your things," I demand, standing up from the seat.

"What?" He questions.

Rolling my eyes as I grab my bag off the floor and slip my shoes on, "Grab your things we are going back home," I repeat.

Jungkook looks hurt as his eyes widen, "This was supposed to be our night together. You can learn to love me," he says desperately, walking towards me.

"Jungkook, get your things now," I repeat firmly. I don't want to yell or argue. I just want this to be over already.

"Fuck you," he mutters.

"Excuse me? What did you say to me?" I turn around the face the younger who's staring down at the floor. "Look at me when I'm talking to you!"

"Fuck you. Fuck you, your stupid fiance, and your stupid fucking kids! Fuck me for falling for you in the first place," he cries tears falling from his eyes as he looks up at me. "I just wanted you to love me, is that really too much to ask for?"

I just want to reach out and hold him and tell him everything is going to be alright, but I can't. Spoiling him is what got me into this situation in the first place.

"You're my s-"

"I swear if you call me that one more time, you're going to regret it," he threatens.

"Why are you doing this?" I question.

"Because I love you. We were meant to be together, Jin. I could make you so happy if you give me a chance," he begs, grabbing onto my shirt.

"Cut the bullshit Jungkook, this isn't funny. Pack your fucking things we're going home." I order, roughly shove his hands off and me leaving the room unsure of what exactly happened. What kind of twisted nightmare is this?

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"Go sit down," Jin demands before making his way to the front desk. I do as he says, watching as he talks with the receptionist in the front signing me in.

After what happened at the hotel, he decided to take me to therapy. Truthfully, I thought he was kidding, when he said he would get me help, but this is mainly for him I can tell. He's smart enough to know my intentions were anything but pure, yet he's dumb enough to put himself through hell to make me happy. Bottom line is I know he wants me, what's the point in fighting the fact we were meant to be?

He turns to look at me, and I flip him off, smiling at the scowl on his face as he walks towards me. "Do you always have to act like a little shit?" He scoffs.

"Daddy, I missed you," I whisper, pulling him down into the seat next to me.

"Cut the shit out Jungkook, what do you want?" He questions, rubbing his temple.

Oh, daddy is mad, huh?

I move closer to him, "For you to love me back, but if that's too much to ask, I request to be back home in your bed," I answer, and the older glares.

"I think you mean your bed," he says.

"I know what I said," I state with a fake smile. "Jin, please let's not do this, I feel so awkward enough as it is. Can I just explain all of this at-"

"Kim Jungkook?" The receptionist calls out. Jin gives me a snarky smile as he taps my back. We both get up and head to the therapist's office.

 

A lanky man with glasses sat in a chair greeted me with a dimpled smile before turning to look at Jin, "Seokjin?" He questions.

Jin looks confused till he gets a better look at the man, "Namjoon-ah, is that you?" The older questions. Namjoon nods, standing up from his chair, giving the older a hug. I bite down on my lip, watching the two. Who does this man think he is?

Namjoon pulls away and looks over at me, "Jungkook, there's no possible way you could remember me, but Jin hyung and I were friends back in high school, I used to babysit you," the man says with a wide grin.

"Doesn't ring a bell," I roll my eyes, crossing my arms.

The man blinks in confusion before, mustering up another smile, "I would assume so you were really young, you grew up to be as handsome as your father-"

"Joonie!" Jin whines, blushing as he smacks the other's arm.

Joonie?

"Hm? It's true." Namjoon chuckles, rubbing his arm. "Okay, so hyung can you please leave into the hallway so I can talk to Jungkook, then we swap again, and finally group back together to talk."

Jin nods, giving me a weak smile before making his way to the hallway, closing the door behind him. Namjoon takes a seat back in his chair, offering me another smile, but it drops as I stare him up and down. "Um, so Jungkook, do you want to tell me what's going on?"

"I want to fuck my dad," I answer bluntly.

The pen he was holding drops out of his grasp, "P-Pardon?" he stutters.

"I want to have intercourse, ya' know, sex? With my father Kim Seokjin," I answer again, I know he's old but damn...

"Is this a joke or-"

"You'd think I would make up something like this? Ask him if you think I'm lying," I scoff, leaning back into the seat.

Namjoon looks almost conflicted as he leaves to the hallway and comes back with a grim look on his face. "So, you want to sleep with your father?"

"You can say sex Namjoon, its not a big deal you are an adult after all," I tease.

"Dr. Kim," He corrects lowly, I shrug, ignoring him.

After some silence, he finally musters up, "He's your father," with a look of shock on his face.

"I'm aware."

"I'm sorry this is the first time I've heard of this, none of my patients-"

"Are attracted to their parents? It's alright, take all the time you need. I've come to terms with it," I tell him and he frowns again. Damn, is that the expression he's capable of making?

"Um, when did you realize? I mean you're young you wouldn't know anything about relationships or-"

"I've slept with and dated multiple women throughout my life- don't tell Jin that, I only said three-but the point is, yes I might be young, however, I'm anything but innocent."

And with that, Namjoon opens the door and tells me to go sit in the hall. Should've picked a better therapist...

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I pace around the hallway, uncertain of what to do with myself. Was therapy even a good option for Jungkook? I mean, yes, what he's feeling isn't natural, and I would hate to make him uncomfortable, but this needs to be done. I'm surprised he was even honest about why he's here, Namjoon looked extremely confused and concerned as well.

The door finally opens, and Jungkook walks out a big grin on his face with Namjoon following behind. "Jungkook, can you please have a seat? I need to have a talk with your father," Namjoon states, ushering him to chairs at the side of his room.

I walk into the office, and Namjoon follows behind, closing the door with a loud slam."Seokjin, what the fuck!?" He yells, pacing back and forth.

"I know!"

"You need to explain to me what happened. You fell off the face of the earth after high school, what's going on with Jungkook was he like this growing up?"

"Joonie-"

"Don't Joonie me right now why are you just getting him help now?" He questions obviously furious.

"I got Jungkook taken away from me when he was six. He was put in the system, and after ten years, I finally have full custody of him," I explain.

Namjoon furrows his eyebrows in confusion, "I don't understand. What about your parents? Where's Jooeun?"

"They all want nothing to do with him or me."

"Babe you know that's not your fault, right?" he asks, his expression softening.

"I know, but we're not here for this. I don't know what to do about Jungkook," I sigh, and he nods.

"From the way it seems, he's been away from you so long he's confusing his feelings. I don't even know if he knows what love is like between family is, so he sees what you two have as something romantic. And I know you Jin, you have to be tough I know that might be hard, but you're still his father at the end of the day discipline him more I can tell he's a troublemaker," He says, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Thank you, Namjoon," I smile, and he shakes his head with a small grin.

"Of course hyung here my card call me whenever. Maybe we could get a coffee sometime, and catch up?" He says, handing me the card.

I nod, taking it, "Yeah, I'd like that, thank you again."

Namjoon opens the door, and we see Jungkook sitting down, glaring at the door. "It was nice seeing you Jungkook, I'll see you at your next appointment," Namjoon tells the younger who frowns.

"Next appointment?" Jungkook asks, looking over at me.

Namjoon chuckles, "You'd thought this was the only one?"

"I don't have much to talk about, so why drag this on?" Jungkook asks me, ignoring the male.

Shaking his head Namjoon turns to look at me, "So hyung just text me whenever you're free-"

"You know he's engaged, right?" Jungkook buts in, his crossed as he glares up at Namjoon.

"You know you have a big mouth, right?" Namjoon mutters, looking back at the younger and Jungkook only grins and looks up at me.

"It has its uses," Jungkook says, licking his lips, eyes never leaving mine.

"Dear Lord, let's go," I sigh, clamping my hand over Jungkook's mouth as I pull him away. "Thank you Namjoon, I'll make sure to text you." The other smiles, waving at us as we leave the office.

I let go of Jungkook the moment we are away from other ears, he gives me a smile, and I roll my eyes, pushing him to the car. We both sit down, and I take the chance to slap him upside the head, he lets out a loud hiss, holding onto the side of his head.

"Why are you like this? Do you know how embarrassing that was, Jungkook? it's bad enough-"

"It's bad enough he knows how I feel? Just be glad I didn't tell him about the kissing," he chuckles.

"I can't believe I trusted you!" I yell, and the boy just laughs.

"You're too innocent for your own good Jin," he says, shaking his head.

"I'm your fucking dad, and for now on, you're gonna treat me as so," I demand, and he laughs right in my face.

This little fucker...

"Is that so?" He teases, a snarky grin is plastered across his face. "Give me one last kiss at least," he sighs, grabbing onto my jacket.

I push his hand away, "Don't touch me."

"C'mon love, don't act like this, please," the younger says, reaching out once again, but I smack his hand away from me.

"Jungkook you're just-"

"Don't tell me I'm confused about how I feel, because I'm not. Jin, I love you so much and trust me I've tried to fight those thoughts, but I couldn't hold back anymore," He confesses.

He seemed so innocent, but it was all a lie. I let my head drop onto the steering wheel, and he lets out a sigh, "But I guess I'll just leave you alone since that's what you want."

And yet again he just knows how to make me feel bad and make me break down my walls for him. Well it won't work this time...

Don't give in. Don't give in. Don't give in...

DON'T. GIVE. IN.