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The club was mostly dark lit only with red and purple neon lights. Owned by one of the underbosses of the Cobras, it was well-known among the underground circle.

The electronic dance music was good but he was in no mood to enjoy it. If Jungkook had a choice, he wouldn't even be here. He was here to meet one of the potential customers from France. Fortunately, for them, the man seemed to enjoy this place a little too much. The music was upbeat and there were strippers on each pole attached to the circular table.

The VIP section had sectional sofas with a small white round table in the middle where they had put the drinks and appetizers. Leo Toussaint was all smiles when a dancer slid next to him, offering him a lap dance, which he graciously accepted. No touching rule went out of the window under a minute and neither the dancer nor the customer seemed to mind.

Things like these were normal in these strip clubs. At least, he knew Jimin's clubs ensured the safety of their workers and they were here voluntarily. The customers were well aware of what would happen if someone messed with one of the staff. Touching without consent would lead to a permanent ban and in worst-case scenarios, a bullet to the head.

Jungkook refused at least three offers for lap dance by the time Jimin finally showed up. He dismissed the dancers with a flick of his wrist, who scampered off and away—much to Leo's dismay.

"What are you doing here?" Jungkook asked, perplexed that Jimin showed up despite his busy schedule. When he informed us that the meeting was happening at one of his clubs, Jimin had said he was tied up with something.

Jimin just shrugged. "Didn't realize the meeting was here at first. Had to be here just in case."

"Why—" His unasked question was answered when someone familiar slid into his view.

Jungwoo looked ridiculous in his shiny red sequined boxers. His arms and legs were shackled in thin silver chains, limiting his movements while an electric collar adorned his neck. Jungkook cringed upon noticing the little pasties on his chest. Whoever came up with the idea to put red heart-shaped nipple pasties on him had a horrible taste. Then he could tell it was meant to look horrible. He almost choked on his saliva upon noticing the red bunny ears headband and the red ankle boots.

Everyone knew about Jungwoo's offenses and the public believed he was behind the bars. But in reality, here he was, working in the strip club.

The former crime lord's face was red with shame and his hands trembled as he placed the drinks on their table. Jimin pulled his wheelchair closer to him, snaking a hand over his knee. Jungkook's throat tightened. Jungwoo looked exhausted with black circles under his eyes. He had lost a lot of weight and there were a few bruises on his torso.

Jungkook looked away. He had to remind himself that his mother went through worse for twenty-one years and then his sister was forcefully taken off school and put in one of the clubs just like this. His eyes burned with tears as his rage burned even brighter.

His hands trembled as the memories flooded him. When Jimin refused to share information he wanted, he had hounded Hoseok and didn't leave him until the man revealed every painful tidbit.

This punishment would never be enough but he could tell this would kill him little by little. First, it would strip him of his pride. Nothing was worse than to serve the men he hated as enemies for decades, to stand in front of them, stripped and looking ridiculous like this.

Jimin squeezed his thigh. "For mom and Jeoni," he whispered.

Jungkook nodded shakily. "I don't regret it."

Jimin smiled and they jumped right into the meeting. Jungkook didn't spare another glance at the man again. He vowed that his mother and sister wouldn't step inside a fucking club again as long as he lived. They were happy and would always be happy as long he breathed. As long as Jimin breathed.

***

Six months after Jungkook took over the Jeon Corp, they were on the path of development. The business magazines were singing praises about the clever decisions of the company and the number of charity programs they did with UNICEF.

However, their lives weren't meant to be all rainbows and roses. Jungkook felt like his world was coming crashing down when several videos of Jeong-seon leaked overnight. They were all shot in the club. Videos of her several performances

Anonymous hacker reveals Chairman Jeon Jungkook's sister's past as an exotic dancer. Click for more here...

Her name became the topic of discussion in all the newspapers and media in a matter of hours. The stock prices of Jeon Corp's shares continued to decline and the board of directors was being a pain in his ass, but that was the least of his worries.

Jimin was furious. His legal team was working full swing to find the hacker and take them down while Jungkook rushed to visit his mom and sister. There was no way they could have missed it when his mother always switched on the news channel first thing in the morning.

"Mom, I'm sorry. Where is Jeoni? Is she okay?" he asked frantically. "Don't worry. I'll take care of it, okay?" he rushed to assure. "I promise. Just a day or two. Jimin hyung is handling it."

His mom, however, was calm as ever. "Are you hungry? I made samgyeopsal since Jeoni was craving it."

"Mom...but—"

"I know what happened. She does too," she calmly said. "Come on." She led him to the kitchen where Jeong-seon was eating silently. On the other side was Hoseok who was watching the said videos on a phone mounted on a stand in front of them, both smiling at each other.

"Oh, Jungkook-ah, you're here," Hoseok beamed. "Look how talented our Jeoni is. I was telling her that she belonged on stage. She wouldn't believe me."

Jungkook blinked. His sister looked relaxed as Hoseok continued to watch the videos, praising her every few seconds.

"Hoseok came as soon as he saw the news," his mom informed. "They have been at it since then."

Jungkook scowled. "These days he is practically living here."

His mother chuckled, slapping at his arm. "Come on. I'll get you a plate. Is Jimin coming?"

He shook his head. "No. He left early." He turned to his sister. "Jeoni, are you okay? I'm sorry about everything."

"These videos were shot by Velvet as a sort of promotion," she casually explained. "They hired professional cameramen and all. They would send this to potential buyers." She took a bite with the same expression.

"I thought you'd be worried," he said, maneuvering his wheelchair to the vacant spot beside her.

But his sister just smiled at him. "I don't care about what these strangers have to say. They don't know me and I don't owe them. You know the truth. That's enough." She went back to eating.

"I didn't know they had such videos." Jungkook looked guilty. He should have inquired. Who would do something like this? Why would they do it now?

"Oh, you'd be surprised." She smiled. "I'm not ashamed of my past. No matter what I do or pretend otherwise, it'll always be a part of me. To me, it was just a job. I was a performer. I've heard and seen worse while I was there. Thankfully, I didn't have to go through it. All thanks to this stupid pedigree shit."

Jungkook nodded though her words didn't fully satisfy him.

"Oppa, I'm fine. Really," she stressed again, reaching over the table to squeeze his hand. "So many things could have gone wrong. It's just my performance videos. These are the only ones you'd find. The clients were never allowed to touch me and I never did any private performances. I'm safe. There was a strict policy against phone usage inside the club, besides Hoseok Oppa already destroyed the club's security footage along with that server."

"Finding the person who leaked is not easy," Hoseok said. "This was shared with many people. Literally, anyone could have released this now they found out she is your sister. I agree with Jeoni. It's a part of her. You can't change or erase her past. I was going to talk to you after breakfast."

Jungkook nodded. She was so mature for her age. "Okay. I'll have the PR department release a statement then. They will contact you later."

They released a public statement later and like his sister said, it really didn't matter what others said about her. She was courageous when she volunteered to record a video and come out with a refined version of the truth where she claimed she was just a singer who worked for the club.

While their legal team took care of the articles that went overboard, the others seemed to quiet down in a few days. Jungkook supposed things like this would happen again and he wouldn't be able to shield her from everything. However, he would be there with her and she would never go through anything alone.

***

The International Crime Syndicate meeting was nothing but a headache. Jungkook would avoid them at all costs if given a chance. It took place in a different country each year and this year it was in the United States, Texas to be exact.

Houston was a great place with good eateries and whatnot. Jungkook and the team reached a week earlier to scout the area and secure everything. Jimin owned a two-acre estate in River Oaks. The cozy mansion occupied a grand sixteen thousand square feet with twelve bedrooms, eight bathrooms, and four half bathrooms. Not to mention the eight modern garages, the gym, and the huge swimming pool.

Jungkook was amazed. He couldn't believe they were neighbors with A-listers of Hollywood. Hell, he wasn't even aware of such property. Turned out The Park Inc. had branches all over the country with their American headquarters in Houston—a fact Jungkook had forgotten until he was here.

While Jimin remained as the global Chairman with major shares in the company followed by Jia, Taehyung, Seokjin, and Mr. Park, they kept the operations entirely independent overseas. Hence, Jimin rarely visited the States in recent years. He bought the home as a vacation getaway but never really got a chance to properly live in it until now.

Jungkook spent his entire afternoon exploring the massive rooms and was grateful for the elevator that took them upstairs. It had been almost a year since the incident. He could now walk on flat surfaces without support. He still avoided strenuous activities that strained his hips. His recovery was slow but steady in Jia's words.

His condition had been worse than Jia let on. In fact, he wasn't supposed to walk at all. But Jia had hidden the truth from both Jimin and him. If he hadn't overheard her discussion with the specialist she brought from the United States for one of his appointments, he wouldn't have known about this either.

Jimin had been furious, but Jia had stood her ground. "I didn't want him to lose his hope," she had said. "I know the chances were less but he made it, didn't he? He shouldn't be even able to move his legs, but he fucking did that in three months. His confidence did that. I know I lied, but I thought of a family member instead of a doctor. I didn't want him to lose his will to walk again."

Jungkook was speechless but Jia was right. He would have given up long ago if she had told him the truth. But he had clung to the glimmer of hope she had given him. She had said fifty-fifty chance so he kept pushing.

One day he would reach there. But Jimin purposefully kept his recovery under the wraps. So the public had never seen him without his wheelchair.

Jungkook hummed a recent pop song he has been listening to as he continued exploring. When he finally entered the master bedroom Jimin chose for themselves, he was once again in awe. He had only nodded at Jimin when he pointed to the room and gone off to explore the other parts of the home. He didn't really have much expectation. Well, he didn't even give much thought.

However, when he entered the bedroom, he was astounded by the luxury and beauty of it. He ditched his wheelchair beside the bed to admire the room leisurely. It was huge with earthy undertones. The paintings he drew in his free time, some of the favorites Jimin often snatched from him, decorated the walls.

The bedroom was divided into three portions—a sleeping area, a reading or sitting area, and a minibar. Of course, Jimin would have that here. He had never seen Jimin without his alcohol supply. He just loved his alcohol a bit too much though he didn't drink too much. It was more of a habit for him to parade around with glass.

The bed was a mixture of black and gray. The headboard's plush cushioning stretched across the back, making it look cozy. A huge TV was mounted on the wall opposite the bed. It had a built-in closet and en-suite bathroom. However, what attracted him was the huge glass door leading him outside. It looked like a rooftop garden at first glance but the moment he entered through the door, he realized it was a private pool.

"Whoa!"

With a glass roof above his head and the potted plants set a beautiful ambiance. The real bonus, however, was the half-naked man floating in the middle of the pool, his eyes closed and looking peaceful. Jungkook gawked at the sight. He was clad only in a pair of swim trunks that clung to his body.

No matter how many times he has seen Jimin naked, it still left him reeling. His gaze raked hungrily over his tattooed frame, tracing the swirl of ink that disappeared behind his back. Jimin's chest rose and fell. Though he looked as if he was asleep, Jungkook knew better.

He chewed his bottom lip as he glanced around. The place really looked so cozy and comfortable. The ambiance was romantic and well, Jimin looked extra hot with all those taut muscles on display. Good thing, Jungkook always liked to be prepared.

Then without further ado, he grabbed the lube he stowed in his jacket pocket earlier and jumped into the poolside shower, quickly rinsing his hair and body. If he hoped to join the mile-high club, it was derailed because of the critters that hitchhiked the ride with them.

As much as he enjoyed the company, he was allowed to scowl and complain because he didn't get his way. With his sister, Jia, and Aera wreaking havoc in their jet, they didn't have an ounce of privacy. Too much for arranging another one for them. They were supposed to travel a few days later, but who expected them to surprise him like that? So he had groveled in his mind.

If Jimin noticed him sulking, he hadn't commented but the subtle lilt of the corner of his lips told Jungkook he knew. But Jungkook was an ambitious man. When he set his eyes on anything, he wouldn't stop until he had it.

The wooden shower enclosure gave him cover as he decisively slipped a finger inside him, feeling naughty as ever. His muscles relaxed under his ministrations and he stopped when he could fit in the fourth finger.

Their sex life had been wonderful this past year despite the limitations. They had begun exploring different things, deciding what they liked and what Jungkook was comfortable with. Sometimes, Jimin bound him to the bed, riding him into oblivion. Sometimes, he blindfolded him and played with him until he was sobbing and begging him to fuck him.

All in all, Jungkook loved everything Jimin had to offer. Today, he was in a mood to be pampered. Jimin owed him that much for secretly laughing at him. He huffed as he exited the shower with nothing but a towel around his hip. He used a lot of waterproof lube so that should be enough.

Jimin was in the same position as he had left him. Jungkook carefully stepped down the small stairs, watching his every step. Water gave him some sort of advantage against his weight. They could do a lot more in water than on the bed. At least from his personal experience that was.

He waddled into the water, a grin plastered on his face as he approached his boyfriend. When Jimin didn't move, he tickled his feet with a giggle and ducked underwater before Jimin could move. Jimin was faster though. He shot under the water like an arrow, arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him up.

Jungkook spurted out of the water, still laughing aloud as Jimin began to tickle his sides in retaliation. He tried to push him off, failing miserably and he only stopped when he began to run out of breath. In this entire ruckus, his towel had loosened and floated off. Not that he minded.

Jimin smirked upon seeing his nakedness, one hand circling his hip to pull him flush against his body while the other traveled down to cup his perky ass. "I bet you stretched yourself open," he murmured, leaning to run his plump lips along his jaw.

"I did," Jungkook, breathed a sigh of pleasure, tilting his head to give him better access. He gripped Jimin's shoulder, lifting his legs to wrap around his lean hips — something he could do comfortably in the water.

"Couldn't even wait until we could settle down, hmm? Such a needy baby...always wanting hyung's cock," he teased.

"And I'm not ashamed about that," Jungkook bit back, choking on a moan when Jimin sucked on the sensitive spot in the crook of his neck. "If you had just dragged me into one of the bedrooms or even a fucking toilet in the jet I wouldn't be this desperate." He scoffed.

"So demanding." He nibbled gently and littered kisses all over his neck, proceeding to suck a hickey on his clavicle.

"You love it," he moaned.

Jimin's hand that was squeezing his bum, slid down to tease his rim. "I do. I wanted to spread you out on the bed and eat you out for dinner, but you were too busy exploring."

Jungkook's already hard cock twitched with interest. "You can still eat me out," he moaned. "You can do whatever you want."

"Yeah?" Jimin trailed his lips even lower to lick over his areola.

"You know I'd let you use me." He arched more against his mouth. "I'm yours, aren't I?"

Jimin hummed in his throat, too busy to respond as he was engaged with his perky nipples. His fingers slipped in and out of him, gently massaging his inner walls while he kissed and sucked gently on his chest.

When he lifted his head, he looked equally affected as Jungkook. He kissed him, taking control of the kiss as he backed them against the pool wall. Jungkook braced himself, wrapping his hands around his neck and that was all the warning he had before Jimin slipped inside him in one smooth thrust. He didn't even realize when he got the underwear out of the way.

The water sloshed around them as Jimin began to fuck him. He lifted Jungkook easily before bringing him down on his cock. The stretch was heavenly as always and Jungkook moaned into his mouth. He loved the way Jimin caged him against the wall.

Jimin sucked on his tongue and licked into his mouth. The kiss was wet and messy, all teeth and tongue with no finesse. Jungkook gasped in pleasure, letting out whimpers every time the cock massaged his prostate. The pressure was delicious. His legs slipped from around his hip, but he clung to him. Then Jimin just tightened his hand around his waist and used the other to grab his thighs, holding him in place.

He set a fast pace, fucking into him with quick strokes that sent pleasure shooting through his insides. His toes curled as he threw his head back, losing himself in the pleasure. It was everything he could imagine and even more.

"Oh, fuck!" he moaned.

His cock was being stimulated between their bodies. With how close they were, it rubbed against their abdomen. Up and down in time with Jimin's thrusts. Though it wasn't as efficient as a hand, the friction alone was enough to send his senses into overdrive.

"So fucking tight!" Jimin growled. "Just like the first time I fucked you. No matter how many times I fuck you lose, you're always tight."

"For you," Jungkook wondered.

Jimin kissed him briefly. "This reminds me of a time I let you fuck me for the first time." He chuckled. "Never thought I'd have you clinging to me like this, begging me to fuck you."

Jungkook gasped, eyes rolling into the back of his head. "Never knew this would feel so good." His chest heaved, the pleasure getting too much and his cock began to ache with the need to cum. "I blame you for making me like this."

Jimin chuckled but groaned. "Fuck! I'm close."

"Me too...Faster. Faster please..."

Jimin obeyed and Jungkook was the first to cum between their bodies. Jimin followed shortly, shooting deep inside him as he slumped against his body. "So we successfully christened the pool," Jimin commented, kissing the side of his head. "Have any other places in mind?"

"The bed for now." He nuzzled into Jimin's neck. "I'm hungry, so feed me first then you can fuck me all night."

Jimin hummed again, carrying him gently out of the pool, cock still nestled inside him. He lowered him once they reached outside and guided him to the shower. Jimin discarded his underwear, climbing into the shower beside him.

"Hyung-nim..." he called, feeling Jimin's hands circle his waist, lips pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades.

"Hmm?"

"Thanks."

Jimin frowned. "What did I do now?"

Jungkook chuckled. "For everything you know."

Jimin rolled his eyes. "You can show your gratitude later by sucking me off."

"As if I don't do that almost every day," he scoffed and turned around in his arms, bending to kiss his lips. "But really...I was thinking how fortunate I am." He sighed. "The last time, I was all alone for the International Crime Syndicate meeting and with that bastard. But this year, I have you."

"And I have you."

The meeting was supposed to happen earlier but the incarceration of the Velvets had forced them to postpone the meeting without further notice. Now that things had finally settled, they had decided to gather once more.

Jungkook knew it would get messy considering the rising tensions between the Dragons and the Triads, between the Cobras and the Black Mambas. They just wouldn't stop messing with them. These meetings were held in an attempt to network with other mafia leaders around the globe and forge some new alliances. It was also a place the rookies met the others.

In Jungkook's view, the meeting was always a curse. Often, he was able to stay out of the random fights that happened between the gangs. Sometimes it got messy. But they had an unspoken rule. One gang didn't intervene with the other. However, with how deep Jimin and Jungkook were in their relationship, reflected on their gangs as well.

Nowadays, it was common to spot a dragon and cobra member casually hanging out with each other. They worked better as a team and their gangs reaped the benefits of their union. The Black Mamba couldn't do shit against either of them and Jungkook was sure they would attempt something during this gala.

As he lay there curled in Jimin's arms, he shoved the niggling thoughts and worries away, slowly drifting off to sleep.

***

"Stop stealing from me!" Aera's high-pitched voice was the first thing that greeted Jungkook in the morning as he made his way to the breakfast table.

"You stop stealing from me!" Taehyung bellowed.

"What now?" Jimin's bored tone caused him to look at the head side of the dining table where he sat, looking ethereal as ever. His gaze flicked up and his lips curved into that beautiful smile upon seeing. "Hey, baby, good morning."

"Good morning," Jungkook chirped as he sauntered toward his lover, nudging his legs apart to sit comfortably on his lap.

A chorus of good mornings greeted him in return. He waved lazily at them. They all looked fresh and showered, dressed already to head out unlike him, who was still in his sleep clothes, which consisted of a short-sleeved black t-shirt and black shorts. His wavy hair, now short, was a mess on top of his head.

"Slept well?"

"Mhmm..." Jungkook wrapped a hand around Jimin's neck, nuzzling into his cheek with a giddy smile. His ass was pleasantly sore and his heart pumped with excitement. "These two are at it again?"

"As usual." Jimin sighed.

"He started it!" Aera growled. "I booked the circuit for us today so I could drive the red Ducati and guess who stole it from me as usual?"

"I chose it last week. You're a week late," Taehyung defended. "Ask Jimin."

"No. You're an asshole and you did this purposefully," she retorted, pointing the fork at him.

Jimin exhaled again while Jungkook tried to suppress his laughter. "There are other bikes to choose from. You know I bought Ecosse ES1 Spirit just for you."

"You did?" Her eyes lit up considerably and Jungkook saw the way they twinkled.

"And it's red..." Jimin drawled.

"Oh, my God! You're the best," Aera squealed and then turned to stick her tongue out at Taehyung who looked like he sucked on a sour lemon.

"Jiminie...this is totally unfair," he grumbled. "How could you do this to me? That's fucking 3.6 million dollars."

"Only the best for the Omega team leader," Aera replied in his place. "Serves right for stealing my mom."

Jungkook blinked. Did he hear that right?

"You stole my dad first!" He stabbed the fork in her direction.

"Ah..." He cleared his throat, looking between them. "Hyung-nim, am I missing something?"

Jimin chuckled. "Their parents are married," he explained. "Uncle Kim met her mom at Jia's birthday party and the next thing we know they were married."

"I was born first, brat, but Mom loves you more than me." Her eyes narrowed. "Anything and everything is about you these days. Taehyungie went to medical school. Taehyungie did this. Look at my Taehyungie...he's such a sweetheart," she mimicked and the table burst into laughter.

"So? Dad loves you the most. Aera this and Aera that," Taehyung spat back. "Look our little Aera became the Alpha team leader at just nineteen. I was fucking stuck in med school. Everyone knows I'm better than you."

"Dad doesn't think so." She batted her lashes purposefully.

"Ignore them," Jimin said. "They're lost cause."

Jungkook chuckled as he grabbed a fork and knife, digging into Jimin's plate—a common occurrence these days.

At the end of the table, his sister and Hoseok were lost in each other's eyes, oblivious to the bickering and bantering, lost in their own world. He scoffed. He didn't know when these fools would take the next step. The way they were being sickeningly sweet with heart eyes at each other was starting to give him a toothache.

Namjoon on the other hand was unbothered beside Aera, tuning her out as usual, as she went on back and forth with Taehyung. The pair began dating six months ago. Thanks to Aera's persistence. On the other side were Jia and Seokjin, talking silently among themselves, perhaps the only normal couple in the room.

Yoongi seemed to be enjoying the moment with a subtle nod here and there. He loved his solitude but he also loved it when others bickered. As long as no one bothered him, he was fine.

"Ask Yoongi hyung!" Taehyung's voice filtered into his thoughts. "Hyung—"

"Go away."

Yoongi didn't even spare a glance in their direction as he went on about his breakfast and that drew more laughter. Jungkook's heart was full. He never experienced such a feeling before. He missed his mom. She said she didn't feel like traveling and preferred to stay in Seoul. Still, nothing could compare to this feeling right here. He was finally home.

He glanced at Jimin, his lips stretching.

My home is with you.

***

The only rule inside the International crime syndicate venue was that they weren't allowed to carry weapons. Their guns, knives or any harmful weapon had to be locked in a guarded locker room until the meeting was over.

The leaders, their heirs, selected underbosses, and a handful of bodyguards were allowed to attend the after-party while the meeting was restricted only to the leaders and their heir, which were two people per gang.

However, when the arguments grew extra heated they sometimes resolved them with fists. The after-parties were never a peaceful event. There was always a scuffle or two. It was what happened with Jungkook. They were at the after-party and the Triads didn't know when to stop. It all started when the leader's son began to make offhand remarks about his mother.

"A cripple like you isn't fit to be a leader!"

Jungkook had bit the insides of his cheeks and tried his best to not retaliate. But it wasn't a choice when he called his mother something he shouldn't have. The fucktard lunged at him with balled fists.

It all happened in a blink of an eye. Jungkook moved his wheelchair back with one hand, catching the balled fist in the other. His eyes narrowed dangerously before he twisted the arm with a growl.

"Call my mom whore again..." A crack echoed around them and Lee Jong-Suk screamed. "Your father won't have a son." He moved the chair again, ramming directly into him and making him tumble backward before letting him go.

That seemed to set the others off. Lee's men came at him. Aera was right there blocking their path. "Hey, asshole!" she greeted me with a mad glint in her eyes. "Do your worst." Then all hell broke loose.

She moved at the speed of lightning, elbowing the first guy on his jaw before sending a roundhouse kick in the other man's way. Jungkook always loved her fighting techniques. She was quick on her feet and used her height and lightweight to her advantage.

He watched as she ducked under a meaty arm before landing a jab on a guy's sternum, knocking his breath out. She rotated her upper torso, catching the man behind her with her fist aimed for his nose.

Weapons were banned inside the hall, but that didn't stop the guys from creating makeshift weapons. One broke the wooden table with a snarl, grabbing its legs and others joined him. She was already engaged with two men, the fight looked so intense that Jungkook found himself gripping the wheelchair in his tight grip.

The four men rushed to her with the wooden legs. Before they could hit her from the back, however, Namjoon stepped in front of them.

"Six against one? Not fair," he growled, punching the guy on his jaw so hard that Jungkook heard a cracking sound and the guy went down like a sack of potatoes.

Another guy hit Namjoon's back with the wooden leg that cracked with the impact. Namjoon glanced at him, a scowl twisting his features. He grabbed the leg, breaking it as if it was child's play. The three stood no chance against a furious Namjoon.

A crowd had formed around them to witness the fight. Loud cheers and claps went on. Jungkook even noticed a fucking bookie going around to take bets.

Opportunistic assholes.

The one who fell down was standing again while more assholes joined the fight. Two of them came to Jungkook. Jungkook smirked. He blocked the kick aimed for his head with his right hand, fingers digging into the man's ankle just as the other tried to punch his head. He caught the fist in his left hand.

His gaze flicked between both men before he brought his criss crossed hands down and used his feet to maneuver the little button on his wheelchair—a little convenient upgrade no one knew about. He backed off with their leg and hand in his hold. It all happened in a matter of seconds.

The unsuspecting men stumbled. The one with his leg on his hold fell down while the other tried to swing his other hand. Jungkook let go of the leg to catch the fist and pulled him toward him. When he was close enough, he head-butted him.

The crowd parted, making space for his wheelchair as he kept dragging the man. Jungkook grabbed the man's neck, snapping it without a second thought, dropping him before returning to the fight ring caused by the audience.

The crowd was hollering at this point. Jungkook could see the rookie gang leaders, especially the westerners making a lot of noise while the old, wise ones stood back to watch with a drink in hand.

He noticed that now Yoongi has joined the fight. It had been a while since he saw Yoongi engage in one. The man was deadly. His kicks never missed their aim. They were outnumbered but they had an upper hand.

Aera was fighting three men on her own while Namjoon was engaged in a scuffle with four to her side. Someone threw a bottle at Aera, which she dodged at the last minute by mere luck. Before he even realized what was happening Taehyung had the person responsible in a chokehold.

"That's cheating!" Someone yelled. "Other gangs shouldn't get involved."

"No. But that's my sister and only I get to kill her," Taehyung snarled in response, dropping the now unconscious man to the ground. "It's not cheating if you're protecting your family."

"Thanks, bro!" Aera yelled over her shoulder, knocking one man down. "I'll let you kick my ass later."

"I always kick your ass!"

She scoffed, dodging the blow to her side. "Only when I feel bad for you."

Jungkook shook his head with a scoff. Namjoon was busy, long legs kicking out and always hitting the target. Those men never stood a chance against his sheer strength. But they also never learn. Like ants, they kept coming. He was surprised by how many people accompanied the Triads this time. It was evident they came prepared.

Yoongi and Namjoon stood back to back. The sick smile on Yoongi's face gave him shivers.

Three people rushed toward him. Confusion etched his features when he saw they were not the Triads, but the Black Mambas. And they had a makeshift weapon. Broken bottles that would surely do some damage if they connected with his skin.

Jungkook braced himself but the three never reached him. A blur of black was all he saw before the three went down like a house of cards. Jimin stood over them, cracking his neck.

"It's war!" someone yelled.

That was all it took for shit to blow up and it would be a miracle if the Bratva let their brothers fight alone. As the Dragons, Cobras, and Bratva stood as one, the Triads or the puny Black Mambas stood no chance.

Jimin was a nightmare. Jungkook had been training with him for the past year and knew firsthand how lethal he was in combat. The skills he taught had come in handy, but he wasn't allowing Jungkook to fight today.

The Omega team surrounded him the moment Jimin joined the fight. If he noticed the Alpha team and Viktor's bodyguards forming another layer of protection around him, he pretended not to notice.

The fight soon got bloody after that. It lasted a total of ten minutes before they had the Triads and Black Mambas knocked out cold. Jungkook could tell some were dead. At least the ones who dared to go against Jimin. Now he had the sons of the Triad leader and the current leader of the Black Mambas kneeling in front of him.

"Didn't I tell you to stay away from me?" he growled, grabbing Jo Dong-yuk, the Black Mamba leader's hair in his tight grip. "You should have gotten your message when I sent your father's head to you."

"Fuck you!" Dong-yuk spat. "You're a coward."

"Am I?"

"We all know you're fucking that Jeon boy. We know what you did to Jungwoo," the Triad leader's son Wong Yang-Yang hissed.

"And I'm aware that you joined hands with Jungwoo to kill Jungkook in China two years ago and then in that dingy club where you tried to ambush me with that motherfucker here." Jimin scoffed. "Didn't go the way you planned, did it?"

The Triad leader stepped forward. "It was you two years ago." His eyes narrowed and his features contorted with fury. "You killed Lee."

"I did," Jimin admitted. "The fucker crossed me thrice. It was an old debt. But then it became personal when I saw what you had planned to do to Jungkook."

"That bastard is a shame to his father. To the Dragons!" the Triad leader spat.

"Bastard..." The word rolled out of Jimin's tongue as if he was testing it out. "Is that what you call your nephew now?"

Jungkook smirked when he noticed the confusion on many other spectators' features.

"Oops, I forgot your father fucked around your mother's back and got his son's nanny pregnant," Jimin continued. "Your mother got rid of her in the end, sold her to the Velvets."

The Triad leader's face contorted.

"Your father was ashamed of his little slip-up and carried on since it was buried. He thought no one would know until Jeon Jungwoo came back with Kim Hyewa from Russia. He taunted you, didn't he?" Jimin grinned. "Flaunted Hyewa in front of you and laughed at your faces. There was nothing you could do about it."

"That's enough!"

"Or what?" Jimin challenged. "Feeling shy now that the people learned that the prestigious Lee family in fact had a child out of wedlock?" His grin grew. "What is that your family motto? One woman for a man, eh? A man who cheats on his woman is no man at all. What a joke."

The man lunged only for his second-in-command to hold him back, murmuring something in his ears.

"When Jungwoo approached you with his dirty plan, you were more than happy to help. But you both had to be careful. You didn't want anyone to know that you were behind this because it's against the code," Jimin added. "You failed to consider me though."

"What the fuck is your problem?" The Triad leader snarled. "You bark too much for just a fuck toy!"

Jungkook scoffed upon hearing that. "A fuck toy?" He cocked a brow and stood up from his wheelchair with a sigh. Several gasps could be heard and murmurs broke out from the crowd. "The correct term is a boyfriend." He walked toward Jimin at a leisurely pace, wrapping a hand around his middle and kissing his cheek. "Shouldn't you be furious at my grandfather for contributing to my mother's birth?" he asked.

"You're not a cripple?" The Triad leader eyed him up and down.

Jimin circled his arm around Jungkook's hip. "My baby is just a bit too lazy to walk around," he answered. "Now where were we? Ah, yes. Consider this as my final warning. Fuck with me or my boyfriend again, you won't like the consequences."

"You breached the code by partaking in this fight." The Triad leader's attention was on Viktor next.

"Jimin is one of ours," Viktor said in a nonchalant tone. "You touch him, you touch me."

Jimin grinned. "I'm going to clean my hands." He turned to Jungkook. "Wanna join me?"

Jungkook's cheek flared upon hearing the seductive drop of his voice. "Yes," he whispered.

The adrenaline pumping through his veins was too hard to ignore. So what if he got to fuck it out of his system. He followed Jimin with a smile.

***

Two years later...

Jimin had a different way of doing things. He wouldn't be Jimin if he did it any other way. After they came out to the world with their relationship, things hadn't been easy. The storm it kicked up could have blown cities if it was physical.

The media was talking about the romance between the Chairmen of two leading conglomerates that were practically business rivals always going head-on collision with each other in the local and international market.

Despite the speculations of a possible merger, the two publicly listed companies chose to stay as independent bodies, continuing to do what they were doing all these years.

In the underground circle, they had emerged as one of the strongest, most powerful, and feared gangs. With Dragons and Cobras ruling the Asian market and tied up Bratva in Russia there were little other gangs could do. Yakuza had always maintained neutral grounds while others held their grudges.

Sometimes, they still tried to overthrow the two crime lords at any chance they got. It was one such event; shortly after their most confidential meeting with one of the potential American buyers, they were ambushed.

Gatlinburg was supposed to be their little getaway after the successful closure of the billion dollars deal. With a massive aquarium, a mountain coaster, and several restaurants to appease the foodie among them, Jimin obviously had a great taste in choosing their little vacation spot.

It was just them along with the alpha team and the omega team by default, which obviously included the bickering stepsiblings Taehyung and Aera.

The smoky mountain cabin Jimin booked was an absolute dream.

That morning—after a night filled with passion on top of the white, comfy sheets and several mind-shattering orgasms, a pleasant ache filling his entire body—Jungkook aimed to just drink his coffee while admiring the great smoky mountains in the distance.

Clad in his bathrobe and fresh out of the shower, hair still wet and water droplets falling onto his shoulder and clutching a steaming mug of plain coffee—not his go-to choice, but it was how Jimin tasted in mornings and Jungkook had grown somewhat addicted to it over time—Jungkook stood in the balcony, taking deep breaths and inhaling the crisp, fresh mountain air with a calm smile on his face.

He was just inhaling the wonderful aroma of black coffee, relishing the refreshing fragrance that woke his brain gently. The aroma mixed with the fresh air was so relaxing. Jungkook didn't remember the last time he was so at peace.

Ok, that's a lie.

It was just how he felt, lying in Jimin's arms basking in a post-orgasmic glow. He lifted the coffee mug to his slips, a flash of something catching his peripheral vision. Call it instinct, Jungkook ducked without further thought. He could be foolish but he would worry about that later.

Not even a second later, the glass door behind him shattered. Jungkook cursed loudly, ditching the coffee mug with a hiss as hot coffee spilled on his arm when one of the glass shards landed on it.

He crouched down with only the wooden railing and a flimsy balcony chair as cover. He was a sitting duck here. His chest heaved as he looked around frantically.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Then something came hurtling toward him. Jungkook tensed and then relaxed, noticing it came from the inside. The smoke bomb went off and Jungkook hurried inside the cabin in a crouched position, taking cover immediately.

Jimin thrust a bulletproof vest into his arms before pulling him into a bruising kiss. When they broke apart, there was understanding in both their eyes. Perhaps, normalcy was never an option. Jungkook had made peace with the fact slowly but surely.

It was never his choice, but he had realized he had to stay on top of the food chain to keep his family and loved ones closer. It didn't matter if he was involved or not, the enemies wouldn't let him live in peace. So Jungkook had made peace with who he was and who he was going to be.

Others might see him as a criminal, a cold-hearted bastard born to an exotic dancer, but he saw himself as a protector and a provider. He wielded a gun and chose violence so his family could be safe and sound.

Gunshots echoed around him, wooden debris flew over his head. A smile tilted the corner of his lips as he grabbed the weapons, strapping them around him in a hurry. Jimin was already shooting back. With a final inhale, he slipped his legs into the boots Jimin had mindfully brought along.

Now dressed in nothing but a bulletproof vest and his undies, thanks to the bathrobe that hung loosely around his frame to offer some sort of modesty he didn't give two fucks about, they charged like bulls directly into the fight.

Jimin became an entirely different person while fighting. His reflexes indeed put Jungkook into a lot of compromising positions at times, but that time has come to pass. Now it was as if Jungkook was one with him. Jimin seemed to sense him as if it was second nature.

Men clad in black, wearing masks infiltrated the cabin, coming at them from every direction. Jungkook laughed, taking them down one by one. Man, he loved close combat and he replaced his gun for his favorite dagger.

They fought back to back and Jungkook laughed at the absurdity of the situation. It reminded him of the movie they recently watched. Mr. & Mrs. Smith. It did kinda fit in this situation.

The fight wasn't that big, excluding the mass of destruction that it left in its wake. Just some amateur kids with machine guns who thought they were pretty. All in all the fight lasted fifteen minutes. A thrilling fifteen minutes yet too short for Jungkook's liking.

Then Jimin caught him by surprise.

They were both down to the last of the men. Jungkook had finished the guy off while Jimin held the man down and on his knees, staring intensely at him. The dragon leader frowned, glancing around him skeptically. Outside the fight seemed to have ceased. He could hear Taehyung and Aera barking orders. Hear men clad in boots running around the property.

Jimin's gaze raked over his form as if to make sure he was fine.

Jungkook grinned. "I'm fine, hyung-nim. Just a few scratches." He shrugged, wiping the blood off his knife on his bathrobe that was already ruined. He'd have to burn the entire thing anyway.

Jimin ended the man's life, gaze still locked with Jungkook and there was something strange in his eyes. "Jungkook, marry me," he said. "You should know by now that danger comes with the territory, but I promise to watch your back and protect you at all costs. I'd always put you before me." He dropped the body, stepping over it to close the distance between them. "Be mine, Jungkookie," he whispered, standing toe to toe with him, staring into his eyes as if he was searching for something.

Jungkook's jaw went slack. He glanced at the wreckage around them and let out a choked laugh with a shake of his head. "You do know how to be romantic."

Jimin grinned mischievously. "So..." He reached behind his back to grab something.

Jungkook watched as he produced a sheathed dagger. He gasped when he noticed the intricate designs that looked vintage. His hands enclosed around the silver handle, eyes raking over the intricate designs and the amount of care that went into crafting something as fine as this.

"Bought this at one of the auctions. According to history, it was a gift of a lover to the woman he courted from a tribe I didn't quite catch the name of." He grinned sheepishly. "But you were all I could think when I saw this."

Jungkook couldn't help the involuntary smile that stretched his lips. He strapped his used knife and unsheathed the dagger, eyes growing wide. They were both covered in blood and dirt from the debris. Perhaps, they were both crazy. But this was as normal as they could get. His chest rumbled with laughter, eying his lover as Jimin stepped closer to wrap a hand around his middle.

"The answer is yes." He leaned forward to brush his nose against Jimin. "I'd have kissed you but you know I'm a clean freak."

Jimin threw his head back, laughter rumbling out of his chest. "Let's get cleaned then."

Later, in the safety of their private jet en route to an undisclosed location, Jimin had treated him to a romantic candlelight dinner. The audience hanging back in the back of the jet didn't faze them. Taehyung and Aera were engaged in a video game battle while the other guards turned blind-eyed.

Once again, Jungkook only laughed out when Jimin casually slid a ring on his finger. It wouldn't be Jimin if it was done any other way. When he took him to bed later, riding him until he was gasping with pleasure, Jungkook was even more sure there was nowhere else he wanted to be other than by this man's side.

***

Jungkook never attended a wedding in his life. So he wouldn't know what it entailed. Then their wedding wasn't just an affair between two leading business executives in the industry.

The private ceremony was done to appease the public. It was too white and light for Jungkook's liking in a way but his mom was happy. So was his sister. He knew his mother never had something close to nice in her life, so he let her have her way with the wedding arrangements and the after-party. He also gave his mom a proper dance that earned several applause.

The real wedding and party, however, happened in the same hotel they had hooked up that night years ago and away from the media's eyes. This night, however, Jimin danced with him unlike he did that night.

He laughed at the silliness of it all. The night was fun if one ignored the ruckus happening in the background because of two particular siblings' quarrel. The ballroom was changed into a mini-casino for the purpose.

"May I?" Jeong-seon cut into their dance with a beaming smile just as Jia hooked her arm through his elbow.

"Sure." Jimin grinned, parting ways with a gentle peck on his lips to dance with Jeong-seon.

"Congratulations, bro-in-law." Jia grinned. "I never thought there would be something as good as you in his life." Her features softened as she glanced at her brother dancing a few feet away. They seemed to be talking as well. "Thank you, Jungkook. Let's be one big happy family."

Jungkook grinned in response, twirling her once as they continued to dance. They took turns dancing with the others.

When it was his mom's turn, Jungkook held her in his protective embrace. "I'm so happy, mom."

"I know, sweetheart. Mommy is happy too. My little Jungkookie married for love, just like I always dreamed of." She cupped his cheek with a soft smile.

Jungkook leaned into her touch. "Thank you, mom. For everything."

"No. Thank you for growing up to the man you are today. I'm so proud of you, Jungkookie. Always have and always will."

Jungkook's eyes burned with happy tears.

"I want you to be this happy all the time. That's my only wish." She glanced to the side where Jeong-seon was dancing with Hoseok. Both my children have found their happiness. My heart is content. I don't think I can be happier than this."

He nodded. "We will be. So are they still on the same boat?" he asked, gesturing toward them.

"Well, that might change tonight." She chuckled. "I might have encouraged a certain someone to take that step," she whispered.

"Really?" He laughed out loud. "I'm starting to think those two will just dance around each other for another ten years."

His mom laughed along. "I'm not letting that happen." Then the song changed. "Oh, I love that song."

"Me too." They moved on the dance floor, slow yet enjoying their time together. This was a day to celebrate after all.

***

Around midnight, Jimin slipped away from the dance floor and out of the room. Jungkook who was watching him from a distance where he was drinking with Namjoon and Yoongi watched him like a hawk, feeling a wave of nostalgia washing over him when he caught a glimpse of that teasing smirk.

Arousal stirred with interest as he thrust his half-empty glass in Namjoon's hands before speed walking out of the room.

"Somethings never change," he heard Namjoon grunt behind him followed by Yoongi's snicker.

"Wanna relive that night, bro?" Taehyung hollered from somewhere.

"No, thanks!"

Jungkook shook his head remembering that night with a giddy smile. He still didn't know what he was thinking when he decided to follow him on a whim. Thanks to whatever he was drinking that day for his courage. Now he had the most gorgeous man all to himself.

He might have opened the door a little too eagerly.

Jimin was leaning on the counter, hands supported behind his back with a smirk. "Jeon, if you're trying to be slick, you failed."

Jungkook chuckled. "What if I'm not trying to be subtle?"

Both stared at each other, laughter rumbling out of their chest.

"Hyung-nim..."

"Hey, baby." Jimin straightened.

Jungkook walked into his arms with the same smile. "Mhm...'M your baby. Only yours."

He captured Jimin's lips in a passionate kiss.

"Are you trying to reenact that night?" Jungkook kissed down his jaw, his cock already hard in his pants and fingers digging into his hips.

"Something like that." Jimin threw his head back with a soft sigh.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," Jungkook growled, kissing down his neck. "Been dying to have you like this all night."

"Mhmm..." Jimin pushed him gently and began to unbuckle his pants, pushing them down along with his underwear. Then he turned around, glancing over his shoulder. "Go on, baby."

Jungkook's eyes darkened and he swallowed. He gripped Jimin's ass, kneading the firm globes before parting it. "You'll be the death of me."

His husband chuckled. "And you'll be mine."

Jungkook lunged to kiss him again, the position was a bit awkward but they managed. His fingers slid inside as he worked on his pants with the other. "How do you want it, Your Majesty?" he panted against his lips as he pulled his fingers out of him to slick his cock.

"Rough," Jimin responded, throwing his head back and relaxing.

Jungkook obeyed, lining his cock with his entrance. Jimin spread his legs a bit more and pushed his ass against him. Jungkook entered him in one firm thrust.

Jimin moaned. "So fucking big."

Jungkook groaned as his hands flew to grip his hips. "Hyung-nim...you feel so good." He rotated his hip, thrusting shallowly.

"Move, baby. Fuck me like you mean it."

Jungkook cursed under his breath. He couldn't believe Jimin was finally allowing him to be rough with him. He pulled back and slammed into him. Burying his face into Jimin's neck, he continued to fuck him with fast strokes.

"Feels so good," Jimin moaned. "Your stroke game is the best."

Jungkook hummed. "And you got the best ass in the entire world."

He knew they would swap the dialogue when Jimin took over the mantle. The dragon leader couldn't believe they were celebrating their wedding night in a restroom. Once again, Jimin wouldn't be Jimin if he did it like the others. In many ways, this was a lot more sentimental in a way. Their journey started right here, against the same sink.

"I won't last long if you keep clenching like that," he grunted. Sweat coated his forehead and his chest heaved. The pleasure was blinding.

"You can come anytime you want, Jungkookie." Jimin was equally wrecked.

"No, you first." Jungkook reached around to wrap his hand around Jimin's cock, jerking it off in time with his thrusts.

Jimin tensed in his arms, arching more before spilling in his hand with a curse. Jungkook pulled out. He wanted nothing more than to cum inside him, but cleaning the mess would be a headache here. He used the same hand he used on Jimin, coating his cum on his cock as he jerked himself to release. He spilled all over Jimin's ass and dropped his head on Jimin's shoulder as they both caught their breath.

"I love you," he whispered after a while, kissing Jimin languidly.

"Love you too, my baby," Jimin murmured against his lips. "Come on. Clean up now. I have so much planned out for today."

"Yeah?" Jungkook pulled away and headed to the sink. "Thought I could fuck you against the wall like that day."

Jimin glared at him. "Not anytime soon."

"I'm fine though." He pouted.

"Still, it doesn't hurt to be safe."

***

Fourteen years later...

"Let go!" The nine-year-old in black-rimmed glasses tugged at his bags that contained art supplies. He was already running late for his art class. Teacher Chao only came once a week to his school and it was something he genuinely enjoyed. So every Friday after his regular classes he attended the special class with his little sister. But these bullies loved to mess with him every time he walked past their classroom.

"Or what?" The boy four years senior to him hissed. "Gonna tell the teacher like the last time, hmm?" He scoffed. "You can't do shit!"

"Hey, don't use bad words." Little Seo-Yun balled her fists.

"And who are you to tell that, little rat?" The boy stepped forward, hand ready to push her but Seo-Jun stepped between them.

"Don't touch her!"

The boy lifted a brow, laughing at his friends. "The bunny is angry," he said as his friends laughed. "Doesn't bunny like it when we mess with his little sister?"

He pushed him aside and reached for Seo-Yun again, but Seo-Jun pushed him away. "I said don't touch her!" he yelled. "Seo-Yun-ah, leave."

His sister shook her head. "I won't leave you."

"Haha! Look. What a sentiment. You think you can beat us, huh?" The boy grabbed his shirt, bunching it in his fist. "You're so weak and pathetic." The others laughed again. "Just like your sister."

Seo-Jun gritted his teeth. "She is not weak or pathetic. Don't talk about her like that."

"Ah...so that's your weakness." He grinned and turned to Seo-Yun. "You know what, little rat? You're ugly. You're weak and pathetic," he hissed. "Your mom doesn't want you because you're good for nothing."

Seo-Jun saw red then. He pushed at the boy with all his might, veins popping in his neck. "I said don't talk to her! Don't raise your voice at her!"

The boys laughed. "No? What will you do, huh? Gonna hit me? Do it!" He folded his hands across his chest, daring him to follow through.

Seo-Jun's body shook with fury, eyes burned with tears and he clenched his fists. He didn't like fighting, but Chin-Hae was mean.

"You can't." Chin-Hae laughed. "You—"

The next thing Seo-Jun knew, Chin-Hae cupped his nose, falling on his back. "He won't." Min-Jun stepped into his vision. "But I will."

"Damn. Run!"

The others scattered, but Min-Jun was faster. He grabbed Chin-Hae by his collar. "I told you to stay away from them, didn't I?" He was only twelve, shorter and leaner than Chin-Hae, but he was way too intimidating for his age. "When I say something, Chin-Hae, you should better listen." He pulled his other hand back, landing a punch squarely on his jaw. "What cat got your tongue?" he snarled, punching his stomach. Chin-Hae clutched his stomach, falling to his knees as tears streamed down his cheeks. "Who is pathetic now, huh?"

"Teacher, that's the one!" someone yelled.

"Min-Jun, let him go right this instant!"

Min-Jun released Chin-Hae, glaring at the teacher. "Where were you when he was bullying my brother and sister?" He folded his hands across his chest. "You can call my parents to the office, but I want his parents there too." He jabbed a finger at Chin-Hae. "If you don't take care of this at school, I'll handle it outside."

Seo-Jun watched wide-eyed as Min-Jun brushed Seo-Yun's tears. "You both go to the art class. I'll be at the principal's office."

With that, he walked past the stunned teacher to the principal's office.

"Oops," Seo-Yun whispered. "I thought he had basketball practice today."

Seo-Jun shrugged. "Let's go." He eyed Chin-Hae who was still crying on the floor before walking away with his twin.

***

"What did you do now?" Jia hissed as she took her seat beside Min-Jun outside the principal's office.

"He messed with Seo-Seo. Called them weak and pathetic, and was going to hit Junie," the little boy answered nonchalantly and Jia groaned.

"Oh, God!" She slouched in her seat.

Her nephew Min-Jun was the exact copy of his father. He had inherited the same temper and ideals. While Seo-Jun and Seo-Yun were like Jungkook, more on the softer side. Min-Jun didn't go in search of trouble but never held back when someone dared to mess with him or his loved ones.

"Is it that boy again? Chin-Hae?" she asked.

"The one and only. He's been troubling our Jun for months now." Anger washed over his features that looked like a replica of Jimin.

She nodded. "I'll take care of this. You aren't hurt, are you?" She inspected him.

Both Jimin and Jungkook were away on a business trip, leaving the kids in her care. Aera has gone with them while Jeong-seon was pregnant with her third child, which left only Jia.

"Mrs. Kim?" the principal's assistant called.

Jia jumped to her feet. "Yes."

"Please go inside."

She wrapped an arm around Min-Jun's shoulder. "Come on, Min. Let's go."

"Mrs. Kim," the principal greeted, standing from his seat. "It's you again. Please sit."

She shrugged. "His fathers are on a business trip. They're busy people you know."

The man smiled. "Well, if your kid doesn't kick up trouble every other day then you wouldn't have to run here."

"Maybe if you had controlled the bullying in this school and took necessary disciplinary action then our Min-Jun wouldn't have to intervene," Jia shot heatedly. "I've mentioned this in our last meeting, Mr. Lim. I won't repeat it again. Chin-Hae tried to beat up our twins today. He called them weak and pathetic. He's always troubling them."

"Mrs. Kim, you're in no position to tell that to me. If anything, we should be taking disciplinary action on Min—"

"Finish that sentence, I dare you," she said, clutching her bag in her tight grip. The principal pursed his lips. "Why? Are you afraid that your buddy would be angry? Chin-Hae's dad is rumored to become the minister and you're licking his boots."

"Mrs. Kim!"

"Park," she hissed. "I was a Park before my wedding. I'll say this once, Mr. Lim. I don't see Chin-Hae or his parents here. If you're going to take disciplinary action then you must invite both parties and conduct a proper investigation. Our Min-Jun will cooperate if it is done in a fair manner. Else, I refuse to stay another second in this office and waste my time."

Mr. Lim's jaw went slack and he stared at her as she pivoted on her heel and exited the office.

"Min-Jun-ah, get your siblings and cousins. Let's go home."

"Sure, Aunt Jia." He hurried to obey while she walked to her Hyundai Palisade.

In less than ten minutes, her two sons and her brother's kids filed into the car, securing their seatbelts.

"Is it true Min-Jun beat Chin-Hae?" Ji-Ho, her eldest asked, voice enthusiastic.

Jia scoffed. Of course, they will all be like that.

"Oh, I heard Min-Jun hyung made Chin-Hae cry," her youngest Ji-Yoo replied. "I hate him. Ugh! He's so infuriating."

"Ji-Yoo!" Jia gasped. "Can you behave like the eight-year-old you are for once?"

Ji-Yoo just shrugged. "I'm a big boy. Big boys talk like big boys."

"Oh, God! That's enough, kids. No dessert tonight if you keep running your mouth about this matter," she hissed. There was no point in arguing with them. She also knew her threat was only valid as long as they were in her car.

Why can't you kids be like Jun and Yun? They were softest and most obedient. But all others were little mafia bunch in the making. Her shoulders slouched. There was only so much one could do. It ran in their blood.

Thank God! Aera's kids weren't in the same vehicle as them. They had left early and she couldn't thank her lucky stars enough.

The drive to their family mansion took forty minutes in Seoul's traffic. The closed community offered privacy and security.

Jimin and Jungkook bought the mansion ten years ago when their surrogate was pregnant with the twins. Jimin was elated and wanted something big for their children. The mansion comprised twelve bedrooms, eleven bathrooms, and eight garages.

They started living together for convenience and now ten years later, though they all had individual apartments and homes, they only went when they needed privacy. It helped their children the most, who always had company. Their bond was thicker than anything they have ever witnessed. Together, they were one big, happy family.

Jimin and Jungkook were expected to be home today, which only increased her headache. The principal didn't know Jimin was worse than a random ass politician.

They never flaunted their wealth or used their influence in matters concerning their children. Jimin and Jungkook wanted the children to grow in a normal environment as much as possible. Perhaps, it was time to teach the principal a proper lesson to treat all the students and parents equally.

She exited the car, helping the kids outside and frowned upon noticing the government vehicle parked outside and the two guards shifting uncomfortably on their feet.

Whose car is this?

Perhaps, someone must have come to meet Seokjin or Yoongi. She exhaled as she made her way into the mansion with the children, only to freeze when she saw Chin-Hae's father, the wannabe minister Chin-Hwa kneeling in front of her brother.

Jimin sat in one of the couches, crossed his legs at the knee, fingers tapping on his knee as he glared at the man.

"Dad!" Min-Jun ran to him, throwing his arms around his neck. "You're back."

"Hey, Min." Jimin grinned. "Have you been good?"

"Yes, dad. I kept everyone safe." The boy straightened, beaming proudly as Jun and Yun climbed on either side of him, hugging his neck.

"Dad, kissies..." Yun pouted and who was Jimin to say no to his little princess. He kissed her cheeks and top of her head, holding her to his chest, repeating the same with Jun while Min-Jun watched proudly from his side.

"Where is Papa?" Min-Jun asked looking inside expectantly. "Is he home too?"

"Yes, he is in the kitchen baking with grandma," Jimin said. "Papa wanted to surprise everyone."

"Oh, really?" The twins were off his lap immediately. "Love you, Dad!" they yelled as they ran to the kitchen.

Jia's kids greeted him next, kissing his cheek and hugging him tightly before running after Jun and Yun while Min-Jun stayed back. Jia hovered behind him.

All softness drained from Jimin's face in an instant as he faced Min-Jun. "Go on, Min."

Min-Jun clasped his hands in front of him. "Chin-Hae was bullied Junie and Yunie again. He called them weak and pathetic. He raised his voice at Yunie despite Junie's warning to not do that. He was even going to hit her. So I intervened and showed him what will happen if he even dared to look in their direction again."

Jimin lifted a brow, glaring at the man in front of him. "Did you hear that Chin-Hwa?" he asked. "Do you have something to say regarding this?"

"Mr. Park, I'm sure there has been a misunderstanding," he said. "Chin-Hae is just a child."

"He's fourteen," Min-Jun intervened. Jimin glared at him and Min-Jun hung his head. "Sorry, dad."

Chin-Hwa was sweating bullets, dabbing his kerchief on his forehead every few seconds. Just as he was about to say something, someone else entered. Jia turned to see Principal Lim and Chin-Hae. Mr. Lim's face went pale upon seeing Chin-Hwa on his knees.

"Mr. Park," the principal greeted, eying them warily.

"It's good that you're here, Mr. Lim," Jimin said. "Do you know what happened in school today?"

"Yes, Mr. Park. Your son beat Chin-Hae and was disrespectful to one of the teachers," the principal said.

"Is that so?" Jimin cocked his head. "Chin-Hae, what do you have to say in this matter? Did my son attack you unprovoked?"

Chin-Hae's eyes widened. "Y-Yes, Mr. Park." He bowed. "I was just minding my business but then Min-Jun is always like that. He hates me and he's always fighting with me."

"Dad, but—"

Jimin's glare cut him off again.

"Sorry, dad." Min-Jun averted his gaze.

Jimin reclined in his seat. "Go on, Chin-Hae. So you're telling me that my son is the only who was bullying you."

There were voices in the back and Jia looked up to sea Jungkook coming back with a tray of coffee and cookies. The twins were clinging to his arms, talking miles per hour. They stopped talking as soon as they noticed they had company.

"Coffee?"

Jimin's features softened as he accepted a cup. "Thanks, love."

"Coffee?" Jungkook extended the courtesy to the guests who eyed Jimin warily, swallowing and shaking their heads no.

Jia grabbed a cup and went to sit on one of the arm chairs while Jungkook sat beside Jimin munching on a cookie. Jun climbed on his lap as Yun sat on Jimin's lap, facing the guests.

Jimin relaxed more, keeping his features calm as he turned his attention back to the guests. "Speak, Chin-Hae. I asked you something."

The boy eyed the twins, swallowing. His eyes darted to his father and the principal. "I-It's true."

Jimin closed his eyes briefly. "Yunie, my princess, wanna tell me what happened today in school?"

The little one nodded, an angry expression crossing her features. "Chin-Hae was very rude to Junie and Yunie." She pouted.

"He called Yunie ugly," Jun supplied, narrowing his eyes at the boy. "Our Yunie is not weak. She is the best sister any could have." He turned to Jungkook. "Papa, he said our mom doesn't want Yunie because she is good for nothing. He even raised her voice at her, Papa." He glared at Chin-Hae again. "No one yells at our Yunie. It's the basic rule of our home. Am I right, Papa?"

Jia felt pride fill her.

"That's right, sweetheart." Jungkook kissed the top of his head. "You always respect women. Papa is so proud of you."

"What about me?" Yun demanded.

"You too, my princess." Jungkook kissed her cheek.

He just smiled at Min-Jun and nodded his head. Jia knew he wanted to reach out but Min-Jun was being involved in something at the moment. But Min-Jun would be assured that he could talk to his Papa if he believed he was wronged or punished wrongfully. It was an unspoken rule that one wouldn't involve when one parent was disciplining a child.

"You heard that, Chin-Hwa. What do you have to say regarding this?" Jimin asked the kneeling man.

He swallowed, looking torn for a moment before he stood and faced Chin-Hae. "Is that true?" he growled. "Did you say those things to them?"

"I-I didn't." The boy shook his head, but the fear on his face and the sweat coated face spoke volumes.

"Stop lying to me." He shook him. "You better tell me the truth right now. Else I'm sending you off to the boarding school."

The boy immediately fell to his knees. "I'm so sorry," he cried. "It's true. I said all that. I didn't mean to. I won't do it again. I'm so sorry."

Chin-Hwa's shoulders fell and he turned to Jimin. "I apologize for my son's behavior, Mr. Park. I'll take responsibility and I will discipline him." He grabbed his son, his face red with fury. "You're such a disgrace to me. Look what you did. Do you even know who you messed with?" he hissed. "You're grounded for a month."

"But dad—"

"You and I are going to have a talk when we get home," Chin-Hwa cut him off. He turned to bow at Jungkook and Jimin again. "Please excuse us this once. I assure you. It won't be repeated again."

"It better not," Jimin said. "For your sake."

"Yes, Mr. Park. Thank you." He bowed twice more before dragging the boy out.

Jimin then fixed his glare on Mr. Lim. "Min-Jun doesn't lie and he doesn't react unless provoked. You were quick to jump into conclusion and blame my son. As a teacher, shouldn't you treat your students without prejudice? Shouldn't you lead by example? Shouldn't you have inquired both sides and decide who is in the wrong?"

The man looked down at the floor. "I apologize, Mr. Park. I realize my mistake now."

"My son will not appear for any investigation regarding this." Jimin put Yun on the couch to stand. He closed the distance to Mr. Lim, leaning closer. "Perhaps, I should tell you that a cobra never forgive or forget," he growled.

The man visibly flinched and paled as if he had seen a ghost.

"I know your hands aren't clean, Lim. Aren't you hiding here for the past fifteen years? Thought you were safe, didn't you?" He chuckled. "What do you think dragons will do when they learn the traitor has been living right under their noses all this time?"

The man trembled, staggering in his feet.

"Or perhaps, I should allow the dragon himself to deal with you, shouldn't I?" He glanced at Jungkook. "Baby, I believe this is your domain. Does the name Hwan ring a bell?"

Jungkook lifted a brow and then a smirk lifted the corner of his lips. "Jin Hwan, aren't you the one who ran away with the drugs as soon as Jungwoo was captured?"

The man paled even more. Jia exhaled. Who would have expected that?

"So are you telling me that you aren't even qualified for the job?" Jungkook's features hardened. "And you tried to discipline my son?"

Two guards showed up then. Jungkook gestured them to drag the man away.

Jimin turned to Min-Jun. "Come here."

He immediately went to his dad.

"You did great." He hugged him, kissing the top of his head. "I'm proud of you."

Min-Jun beamed, his features lighting up. "Thanks, dad."

Jungkook hugged him next. "Love you, Min-Jun-ah. I'm so proud to call you my son. You've grown up so well."

Min-Jun sank into his embrace. "Thanks, Papa. I love you too." He nuzzled into him. "Can I go greet granny now?"

"Of course," he said. "Go ahead. Junie and Yunie, you too."

Jia approached them once the kids were out of earshot. "That went well." She smiled. "Thanks for the coffee, Jungkook." She hugged him. "I'm so happy that our kids have you both to guide them. I can honestly say you both are better than our father."

Jimin smiled, patting her back. "We try."

Her phone rang and she checked who it was. "Ah, it's Jin. He wanted to go shopping. I'll be home late." She waved at them. "See you later. Rest up."

"Okay," both said in unison as she hurried out, pressing the phone to her ears.

***

Later that night, when Jungkook cuddled to Jimin's side, he couldn't help but wonder how far they had come as a family. Up until the point of their wedding, everything had been spontaneous and impulsive. However, everything changed the moment they decided they wanted to become parents.

They decided to go with surrogates. A friend of J ia volunteered and she was a match. Min-Jun was born to Jimin and the twins were Jungkook's. It was trial and error. They had to take several classes together to learn everything about parenthood, yet the experience was different.

Thankfully, they had his mother to guide them whenever they felt like they were stuck. He couldn't believe Min-Jun was twelve already.

"What are you thinking?" Jimin asked, stroking his hair.

"About our children," he said truthfully. "Min-Jun was so mature with how he handled the situation today. He is always in control of his emotions and he is just like you. I think we did good."

Jimin nodded. "I don't know how good, but certainly it was better than what either of our parents did. It's inevitable they would be exposed to our world, but you taught me they could have moral values and don't have to be animals."

Jungkook's eyes burned with tears as he snuggled into his chest. "I didn't do anything."

His husband smiled. "You wrapped me around your pinkie. That's what you did. If someone had told me years ago that this would be my life today, I would have laughed on their faces. You made this possible," he said earnestly. "I never thought I could be a good father. But every time our children tell me that they loved me, I feel like I'm doing something right. And it's all because of you, my love. You're the only reason."

"Hyung-nim..." he whined, his cheeks flaring.

"What? My baby is shy again?"

"Shut up," he groaned, burrowing further into his chest.

"We have been married for over fourteen years and we have three children together. You're still shy?" Jimin teased.

"So what?" Jungkook lifted his face, scowling at him. "You know exactly what you're doing."

"I do?"

"Hyung-nim...stop. I don't want to get hard now."

Jimin chuckled. "Are you telling me that you aren't hard already?"

"Ugh! You know what? I'm going to sleep." Jungkook turned away from him with a pout. But before he could go far, Jimin wrapped a hand around his waist and pulled him closer.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"To sleep."

"Yeah?" He kissed his nape. "But I'm not sleepy."

"Sounds like a you problem to me."

Jimin wordlessly pressed his erection into his back. "Wanna help me solve it?"

"No."

"No? Okay." Jimin turned to lie on his back. "Good night then, sweetheart."

Jungkook groaned. "Where do you think you're going?" He grabbed Jimin's hand, pulling him right back into his previous position.

"Didn't you say no?"

"I didn't mean it," he grunted. "And before you say anything, I was just...ugh! You know what? Just fuck me already. It's been a week already. We barely saw each other during work."

With their businesses flourishing, they launched a joint venture five years ago to make things easier. And with that their work grew demanding. But they still managed to spend quality time with each other and with their families as much as possible.

Jimin hummed, kissing along his neck. "I know. I'm sorry, baby. Let's plan a vacation this summer break. It's been a while we traveled as a family."

"Kids would love that." Jungkook turned in his arms. "Now stop talking and make love."

"Yes, my love."

Jimin closed the distance between their lips, kissing him passionately. Jungkook sighed into the kiss.

~The End.

(And they did the diddly-doo...and continued to live happily ever after)

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One month before the wedding, Jeong-seon showed up at their room one day. She knocked at the door and entered with a beaming smile.

Jungkook and Jimin looked up from the movie they were watching. It was Friday night, obviously it was mandatory movie night if they were both at home.

"I have something for you!" she sang and flung herself over their legs on top of the sheets.

"Yeah?" Jimin asked, putting the laptop aside. "What is it?"

Jeong-seon grinned. "Here." She lifted her tablet, pulling up an art.

Jungkook immediately snatched the tablet and gasped when he looked at what it was.

"Wow," Jimin whispered beside him.

It was a custom-designed couple tattoo, which was a combination of a dragon and a cobra with their initials.

"It's so beautiful." He couldn't tear his eyes off the screen.

"You like it?" She scooted closer. "I have a few versions of this," she said excitedly. "You can have it around your wrist." She swiped her finger on the screen, showing a simple version. "This is if you want to have a ring tattoo. I also have one if you want to get it anywhere else."

Jungkook's heart raced. Tattoos were permanent. Etching this into his skin knowing, it was forever made a rush of warmth flood his chest.

"I love it," Jimin said.

"Me too," Jungkook admitted. "Thank you." He smiled at her. It was definitely special.

"Awesome." She took the tablet back, hopping off the bed. "I'll clean it up and give you a final sketch then."

Both of them nodded.

In a nutshell:

Jungkook and Jimin have 3 children together. Two boys and one girl.Jia and Seokjin have 2 boys.Aera and Namjoon have 2 boys.Jeoni and Hobi have 2 girls. The third is one the way.Taehyung and Yoongi are single prinkles...happy with the way their lives are. No, there is nothing romantic between them.I don't know if I forgot anyone or anything, if so, I'm sowwie...just leave a comment and ask me I'll answer you.Jungwoo is old and still rotting in that club, wiping floors and tables since he's too ugly to wear that sequined boxer anymore.

Thank you for reading! I had fun writing this. Hope you enjoyed too. See you in another fics.

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