Jungkook stared at Taehyung, uncertain of what others would think about their relationship, especially considering the complications with someone like his mom.

"Kooki, just look at me and say what's in your heart," Taehyung pleaded, assuring Jungkook of his understanding.

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook admitted, "I am scared."

"Promise, I'll never leave you alone. No matter what happens, I'll be with you, baby. I won't let you cry like your momma did. Believe me, please. I love you, Jungkook," Taehyung reassured, cupping Jungkook's face.

Jungkook, with tears in his eyes, whispered, "Love you too, hyung. I want you to be with me always."

"To the end of our life," Taehyung smiled through tears.

"Why are you crying?" Jungkook asked.

"I don't know... Jungkook, can I kiss you?" Taehyung requested.

"No."

"Please, at least on your head. Please, baby," Taehyung begged with a puppy face.

"No," Jungkook pushed Taehyung away, expressing that they had just confessed but were still strangers.

"Oh, then this stranger is going to bribe a kiss," Taehyung smirked.

"Hyung, don't," Jungkook walked backward. Taehyung followed him.

"Move," Jungkook pushed Taehyung away and ran out of the room.

"Kooki," Taehyung called after him with a laugh.

"What happened?" Mark asked.

"Nothing," Jungkook nodded.

"Did that person force anything on you?" Mark frowned.

"No," Jungkook reassured.

"Did you do something to my son?" Mark narrowed his eyes.

"No," Jungkook denied.

"Leave him, Papa," Taehyung intervened.

"What? Did you really think I would agree to this marriage? No, never," Mark declared.

Jungkook's face fell, fearing people's hatred.

"Papa, it's-" Taehyung started.

"Stop it, Taehyung. What do you think this is, a childish play?" Mark interrupted.

Jungkook's eyes welled up with tears, and he looked down, visibly shivering.

"Papa, Taehyung pulled Jungkook into a hug. Don't say words against my boy."

"Your boy? You already decided that?" Mark glared at Taehyung.

"Yes."

"Look at me, Jungkook," Mark demanded. Kooki slowly looked up. "Don't try to melt me with those tears."

"Tears? Baby, are you crying?" Taehyung asked, wiping Jungkook's tears. "He's crazy, Kooki. You know him. Don't cry, baby."

"Looking so much in love. this is how you treated Jimin too. Mark commented.

"Papa, enough. Kooki, go home," Taehyung insisted.

"Jungkook, look at me," Mark shouted. "If you marry my son, I will treat you like this."

"Papa, please," Taehyung pleaded.

"Otherwise, you should give me at least five grandchildren," Mark said.

Jungkook looked at him in shock.

"Five?" Taehyung shouted.

"What? I need five." Marm pouted.

"I was planning for ten, Papa," Taehyung said. Jungkook looked at him. What were these people discussing?

"Ten would be cute, but we should prioritize his health. So, five is enough," Mark stated. "Are you okay with this deal, Jungkook?"

Jungkook turned into a red tomato.

"Don't worry, baby. Hyung will work hard," Taehyung teased.

"Shut up," Jungkook ran home , he was embrassed as hell.

"Kooki," Taehyung was about to follow him, but Mark stopped him. "We can start production after marriage. Now go to the kitchen and wash the dishes."

"Papa, ask Dad..." Taehyung whined.

"He's cleaning rooms. Go to the kitchen. Anyway, I like your selection-beautiful, elegant, and wonderful. But where is our Jimin gone?"

"Yeah, where is he?"

**********

"My name is Jimin. I know him personally. Just tell him Jimin is here," Jimin requested.

"Who's Jimin? Look, kid, go back," his security guards said.

"But, sir, Jimin scratched his head. Can you please call his manager, Mr. David? I know him too."

"Kid, Mr. Min Yoongi has high security and never allows strangers here."

"I'm not a stranger, hyung. He knows me."

"If you're that close, just call him," another security guard suggested.

"But I didn't bring my phone with me," he pouted.

The security guard handed him a phone. "Call."

Jimin immediately dialed the number, which was already memorized.

"Hello, Suga's deep voice."

"Hy... Hyungi," Jimin called.

"Jimina, what happened?"

"Hyungi, I'm standing before your house. I... I want to see, but the call disconnected."

"That's it," he cut the call. "Go," the security said.

"But he recognized me."

"So many people come here claiming to be his friend, schoolmate, lover... Money is the matter," the security said. "Just go, kid."

He looked at the security and walked back. The rain soaked him, tears streaming down. He slapped himself. "You lost him, Jimina. Idiot. You never get anything you need. You're unlucky," he cursed himself.

"Where is he?" Yoongi asked the security guards.

"Suga!" They looked at each other.

"Where is that boy?" he shouted.

"He went that way."

Yoongi opened the gate and ran out into the rain. The security guards exchanged glances and followed him.

Yoongi saw the boy walking in the rain, "Jimina," he called and ran to him, holding his hand.

"Hyungi," he called. "I..."

"Come," Yoongi walked to his home with Jimin. On the way, he glared at the security guards. "He's my boy. Allow him whenever he comes here." Then he walked into the house with the boy...

*************

Yoongi handed him a pair of clothes. "I'll bring coffee," he said, taking a dress and walking out of the room.

Jimin inhaled the dress. "Which perfume is he using? Ahh... Suga's dress..." he chirped like a child getting his favorite toy, heading to the washroom to change.

The shirt was a little oversized for him. "Beautiful me," he observed in the mirror. He took in the room-a guitar in the corner, a flat bed, and walls filled with photographs of fans, mostly from concerts. Jimin tried to find himself, then noticed a bookshelf. There was a study too. He picked up a book from the table, "Things Fall Apart" by Chi
..chi... Chinu.... He tried to pronounce the writer's name.

"Chinua Achebe... My current favorite," Jimin startled a little when Yoongi spoke. He placed the book back.

"Intrested in books?" Suga asked, handing him the coffee mug.

"Yes, medical textbooks," Jimin smiled.

"Sit." They settled on the floor in bean bags. "So, what's your plan after MBBS?" Yoongi asked.

"I am thinking about pediatrics."

"I heard both your parents are surgeons."

"Yes, senior surgeons."

"Then why pediatrics?"

"I love kids," Jimin smiled.

"I think pediatrics is best for a soft heart," Yoongi smiled too.

Jimin looked outside as the rain poured heavily. "Can I use your mobile to call hyungi?"

"Sure, I think it's on the table."

Jimin called Jungkook to inform him he was safe. In two minutes, he heard a two-hour scolding from Jungkook and cut the call.

"So, why did you want to meet me?" Yoongi asked.

Jimin looked at him. "It's... I... Our marriage is not fixed. Tae hyung loves Kooki hyung," he said quickly.

"So?" Yoongi asked.

"So... So... You can't marry Kooki hyung."

"Then?" Yoongi looked at him.

"I wanted to inform you about this; otherwise, their lives will be in trouble."

"That's it?"

"Yes," Jimin nodded. "Thanks for the coffee." He placed the cup on the floor.

"So, you came here only to inform me about Taehyung and Kooki?"

"Yup," Jimin nodded without looking at him.

Suddenly, the door opened. "Hey Suga baby," Jimin looked at the boy entering the room-a familiar one.

Yoongi held Jimin's hand. "Jimina, I love you," he said, making Jimin's eyes widen. But then his breath hitched when Yoongi's lips pressed against his. In the side view, he saw Yoongi showing his middle finger to the boy enters the room.

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double update... just for a horror... 🥱