Jungkook's pov

"And you're sure you can't come with me somehow?" I checked for the hundredth time.

"I'll be there in spirit," Taehyung replied, shrugging sadly.

I sighed dramatically. This was all Seojoon again. He had failed to pick up Han this weekend, ruining our plans to go out with friends tonight. My sister, Aeri , and her best friend were in Seoul for the weekend, so we were supposed to meet them out for a drink. But no, Seojoon had to go and cancel a couple of hours ago, saying he was 'too sick with the flu' to come and get his son. Too sick my ass, we both knew he was lying but no one said anything about it.

The great dad routine had lasted a grand total of five weeks after I gave him the money for Han's ticket. Exactly three weeks after Sehun's christening, Seojoon 'forgot' to turn up when he was supposed to. He left Han and Taehyung sitting there on a Friday night, waiting for him to arrive, with not even a phone call to explain. Tae had called him after an hour, and it turned out that he was away for the weekend with some friends, and had neglected to tell him about it. Of course, Han was upset at first when the regular phone calls stopped, but after a week or so he bounced back and seemed to get over it. No doubt it was doing some psychological damage deep down though.

I hated Seojoon with a burning passion, and the feeling was certainly mutual. Every time we were in the same room I struggled to control my hands so that they didn't choke the life out of him.

On the up side, Taehyung and I had been together for a grand total of four and a half months now. Every single day was more incredible than the last.

It was like he was weaving some sort of spell over me, almost like I wasn't quite in control of myself when I was around him. All I could think about were him and Han. They were the most important things in the world to me.

By any man's standards, Taehyung was probably the best boyriend that had ever lived. He supported me in everything I did, listened to me, encouraged me, made me feel better when I had a shitty day, and he didn't even mind when I went out with my friends. All my life I'd thought that partners went all crazy possessive bunny boiler once you made a commitment with them. I'd always thought that they didn't let you out, that they didn't like you to talk to other girls or boys, that they wanted to be around you twentyfour- seven. Clearly, I couldn't have been more wrong about that.

"I don't suppose I can come back here after going out?" I asked, wincing, knowing I shouldn't ask. I just really wanted to spend the night in the bed with my man. I hated sleeping on my own and, whenever my shift pattern would allow, I stayed at his. If Seojoon was standing in front of me in that moment, I would kick him in the balls for, yet again, ruining his night.

Taehyung had been talking to my sister on the phone all week, planning this night out, but now he couldn't even go.

He smiled and tapped his finger on my nose. "You have your sister and Coraline staying at your place. You need to go home and host."

I groaned and let my head drop onto hid shoulder, nuzzling my face against the side of his neck. He made that sexy little purr, and my excitement jumped up a level. Just as I playfully sank my teeth into his delicate little neck, a heavy lump dropped into my lap, making me grunt from the shock and groan because Han had just jumped on my balls. I pulled away from Taehyung and winced.

"Careful, Kid. You don't want a brother or sister?" I joked, shifting him on my lap so that I was more comfortable.

He frowned, looking at me with an adorable confused expression on his face. "Huh?"

I smiled and shook my head, knowing I shouldn't have said that in front of him. Taehyung didn't seem to mind my commitment comments or anything though. Clearly we were both headed in the same direction. He knew I was totally crazy about hi.. I hadn't let the three little words slip out again since that accident at my parents' house, but I wanted to. I was just scared of how they would be received. I wasn't sure if I had him completely hooked yet, so I was going to let hi. say it first. He was, after all, the one that said it was all too fast and that he needed time. Therefore, I was letting him have time to figure it out himself.

Of course, my wise best friend told me I was being stupid and that I should just tell him that I was totally and utterly in love with him, but I was too much of a pussy for that. Under all of my bravado, I obviously wasn't as confident as I always thought I was.

I turned back to Taehyung, smiling sadly. "Why don't you go out with Aeri tonight and I'll sit Han?" I offered for the hundredth time. We'd already been through everyone asking them to babysit him for the night, but no one was available at short notice.

He smiled and sighed, looking at me so softly that it made the skin on my arms prickle. I loved it when he looked at me like that. It was kind of like he was just marvelling at something, but I had no idea why he would be.

"I'll go next time. Tell Aeri that I'll catch up with her tomorrow, okay?"

Ha smiled. "Is Auntie Aeri gonna come play with me tomorrow?" he asked.

That kid was as much in love with my family as they were with him. Even Lisa adored him. I'd never seen anyone wrap Lisa around their little finger, but Han had managed to do it almost instantly. We'd been to my parents a couple of times since the christening.

"She might do, Kid. Why don't you call her cell phone nice and early in the morning and ask her," I suggested, chuckling darkly. I was working tomorrow lunchtime, and Aeri was probably planning on spending the day in bed to sleep off the hangover she was sure to accumulate tonight.

Han grinned and nodded, pointing at the train set that was scattered all over their lounge floor. "Wanna play trains? You can be the red one," he suggested, raising his eyebrows hopefully.

"I'm red!" Taehyung stated, jumping off the sofa, diving for the red locomotive.

I sighed dramatically, faking exasperation. "Momma likes to steal all the best things."

"Agreed. I stole you, after all, didn't I?" He replied, winking at me. I laughed and scooted off the sofa, holding Han on my lap as I settled onto the floor next to him. The three of us setting up the track on the floor like a proper little family.

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"On three," Aeri slurred, nodding down at the shot in her hand. I rolled my eyes. She was drunk already, and we'd only been here for a couple of hours. She was one of those drinkers that got drunk quickly, then sobered up, then got drunk again. Usually I found this hilarious; tonight though, not so much. She was flirting with every guy in the bar, and I could feel the stress building up inside me. If one more guy looked at my little sister with those 'I-want-to-fuck-you' eyes, I was going to have to jam my fingers into their eye sockets and pull them out. Sometimes I hated being a big brother.

"One...Two..." Aeri counted.

"Three," I chimed in, knocking back my shot in one large gulp.

So far, the night was fun. I hadn't let loose and been wasted for a long time, usually I stayed relatively sober so I could make the most of my man's drunken flirting. I was definitely enjoying myself tonight. While Seth was flirting and trying his luck with a load of girls, I had my arm around Coraline's shoulder as we laughed and joked around. The music was loud, you couldn't talk without shouting in each other's ears.

I took a glug of my drink, laughing as some of it missed my mouth and dribbled down my chin. Coraline laughed and wiped it for me with her hand. That was my cue to stop drinking before I puked. I'd already made a fool out of myself enough for tonight - the drinking games were not working in my favour. My eyes were slightly unfocussed; everything seemed hilarious to my drunken brain.

Coraline put her cheek against mine, leaning on me heavily, almost making me stumble. "It's such a shame Taehyung couldn't come tonight. He's so hot," she shouted in my ear.

I grinned proudly and nodded in agreement. "That he is."

She giggled wickedly. "If you two break up, I'm making a move!"

I laughed at her statement. "Don't even think about making a move on my man. I'm gonna marry him one day. I don't want no one messing things up for me," I joked, tickling her, making her giggle and thrash around. I'd known Coraline forever and felt just as close to her as I did one of my sisters.

"Aww, Jeon JungKook, talking about marriage. I never thought I'd see the day!" Coraline chirped, hugging me tightly and planting a sloppy kiss on my cheek.

I had to agree. I personally never thought I would see the day either, but Taehyung was something special. I was marrying him as soon as he said the three words to me. My genius plan was to let him confess his love for me, and then I was going to drop down on one knee and propose. Yoongi thought it was a terrible idea, he said I needed to do something romantic - but I knew that Taehyung wouldn't like it. She liked it when I was goofy, for some reason unbeknown to me, he liked that I had no idea how to be romantic.

Whenever I tried to plan something romantic, something always went wrong, and we'd end up laughing about it all night. That was how I knew he was the one for me, because he just understood me completely and accepted me for who I was.

I'd sworn Yoongi to secrecy. He'd promised me that he wouldn't tell Jimin how totally and utterly pussy whipped I was. I couldn't have it get back to Taehyung. After the beach house slip up and how horrified he'd looked when I'd accidentally said the words, I knew that I needed to let him make that step first. The look on hid face had almost given me a heart attack; I couldn't go through that again.

"Shouldn't you be eyeing up women, not straight, attached gays?"

I teased, winking at Coraline as she pulled back, swaying on her feet. I tightened my arm around her shoulders, keeping her steady.

"I should," she agreed, "but I like the challenge."

I laughed. "Yeah, I enjoyed chasing Taehyung too," I admitted.

"Now, he's a challenge," Coraline stated, nodding over my shoulder.

I turned and saw Emma walking towards me with a seductive smile on her face. I smiled back in greeting. I hadn't slept with Emma for a long time, a few weeks before I met Taehyung, but we were still friends.

She stopped at my side, slipping her arm around my waist, hugging me tightly. "Hey, JungKook!" Her hand slipped down to my ass, squeezing as she smiled at me suggestively.

My brain was a little too slow working things out, but I knew that I didn't like her touching me. I pulled back and shook my head. "I'm married," I slurred.

She laughed and frowned, her eyes flicking down to my hand. "I don't see a ring," she countered.

Shit, have I lost my ring? Wait, I'm not married... yet. But I did have the strong urge to get in a cab and go and get engaged right now. I looked at my watch. 11:37 pm. Would Taehyung still be awake?

I laughed and slapped my forehead. "I meant, I'm thinking about getting married," I corrected, shrugging.

Coraline giggled next to me. "Yep he's officially taken, sorry, sexy. Me, on the other hand..." She trailed off, raking her eyes down Emma's body. I burst out laughing. Watching Coraline flirt with a girl right in front of me was kind of hot.

Emma smiled politely and shook her head. "I don't swing that way, sorry."

Coraline clicked her tongue. "Yeah, I'm sorry too." She pulled away, obviously deciding to find someone else that did swing her way.

Emma stepped closer to me again so we could talk over the banging music. "I haven't seen you for a while," she shouted.

I shrugged. "I've been hanging out with my man a lot. You've met him, haven't you? The hot one with the legs that seem to stretch on forever," I replied, sighing as I thought about Taehyung's legs.

"Yeah, I've met him," Emma answered. "You two are serious then?"

I nodded enthusiastically. "As serious as a heart attack."

"Nice analogy," she teased, rolling her eyes.

"So what about you? You seeing someone?" I asked.

Her smile fell off her face as she shook her head. "Not any more. We broke up last week." Her chin trembled as she answered.

I groaned and stepped forward, wrapping one arm around her. "I'm sorry, Emma. The guy's obviously a prick. You're better off without him," I assured her. Emma was a great person, and she was great in the sack from what I remembered, the guy was a fool to lose her.

She pulled back and wiped her eyes with one finger, smudging her make-up. "I guess."

"Want to talk about it?" I offered, actually hoping she'd say no, this wasn't my thing at all. I was hopeless with advice. My relationship experience branched as far as Kim Taehyung, and even then I had no idea what he saw in me.

Emma smiled at me gratefully. "Okay," she agreed as another tear leaked out of her eyes, wetting her lashes.

"Want to go out the back, or outside or something? I can't really hear you in here," I suggested, nodding to the front door. She nodded, and followed behind me as we weaved through the crowd. When we were about ten feet from the door, a fight broke out. I grabbed her hand and yanked her back behind me so she wouldn't get hurt. The doormen were there immediately, breaking it up, but it would take them a few minutes before we'd be able to get past. I sighed and pointed to the bathrooms at the back, dragging her along behind me. It would be quieter in there for us to talk.

Emma seemed to talk for ages - crying and wailing about this guy that she'd been dating that had cheated on her last week. She was really cut up about it; she really liked him by the sound of it. The whole time I'd just sat there, awkwardly patting her back, wishing I hadn't offered. I had no idea what to say, when she looked at me to say something I just said he wasn't worth it, or that she'd find someone else better.

When Emma's tears had finally dried up, I breathed a sigh of relief. This was the reason I didn't have very many girls as friends, the emotional drama was too much for me to cope with. I wasn't mentally able to cope with things like this happening.

"You sure you aren't up for a little one night stand? I could really do with a pick-me-up," Emma joked, laughing.

"You'll find someone, Emma. Go watch sad movies, and eat ice cream until you throw up. Don't do random guys in bathrooms, that's not going to help you get over him," I advised.

She smiled sadly. "You're a good guy, JungKook."

"I'm the best," I joked, making her laugh and roll her eyes. "Come on then. Let's go get wasted. This has sobered me up a little," I suggested, holding out my arm for her to take. She smiled and looped her arm through mine as I flicked the lock on the door and headed out to spend some more cash on drink that was sure to come back up before morning.

~ Taehyung's pov~

When I woke in the morning, I squeezed my eyes shut again, wanting more sleep. The trouble was, the little thing that was jumping on the foot of the bed, singing Hotdog Hotdog Hot-diggedy-dog, had no intention of letting me sleep more. I groaned a little and turned my head, looking for JungKook's handsome face. Immediately, disappointment settled in the pit of my stomach because his side of the bed was empty. I sighed when I remembered that he'd gone out with his friends and sister last night. He was working today too, so I wouldn't even get to see him until tomorrow.

I pushed myself up to sitting, smiling at Han. "Morning, Baby," I mumbled, yawning. I was tired because JungKook had called me during the night, drunk off his face, singing down the phone that I was the best boyfriend ever, and that he couldn't wait to see me. He'd then proceeded to list all the dirty things that he would do to my body next time he saw me, which, of course, made it hard for me to fall back to sleep because I was overexcited. The phone call was worth a little tiredness today though. My favourite part was when he'd started musing about how funny it would be to have sex on bubble wrap. I smiled to myself just at the thought of him alone. I really was in trouble. The player had completely won me over. I was completely at his mercy, and he seemed to have no idea about it.

"I'm starving, Momma," Han whined, rubbing his stomach, giving me the pouty lip.

"Come on then, let's get breakfast." I swung my legs off the bed as he jumped down and shook his head.

"I'm not hungry for breakfast," he countered. "I'm starving for those candies that Kookoo broughted me last night."

I smiled. "Oh really? Well I ate those when you were in bed, so it looks like you're stuck with Cheerios," I joked, sticking my tongue out at him.

"You ate my candy? I'm telling Kookoo on you," he scolded, frowning.

I smiled, wondering if I would get a spanking for that. Deep down I hoped so.

Setting my hands on Han's shoulders, I guided him out of my bedroom. "I didn't really eat them, but you're not having that for breakfast."

He huffed and squared his shoulders. "Kookoo would let me. Where is he anyways? Is he coming over today?" His face lit up at the thought. Han adored Kook, probably almost as much as I did, which kind of made Kook all the more special to me. In four and a half months he had completely changed our lives, making everything seem better, easier and happier. I never thought I would ever be this happy. I never wanted a man after what Seojoon did, but now that I had Kook, I couldn't imagine life without him.

"He's working, Baby. We'll see him tomorrow night." I smiled and headed into the kitchen, making him some cereal and flicking on the coffeemaker. I had a feeling I would need quite a few cups to get through the day without falling asleep.

He sighed and nodded, obviously missing Kook as much as I was.

Everyday just seemed to drag when I didn't see JungKook's smile, or hear his laugh. Things were moving pretty fast between us. We were still waiting for the L word to be exchanged before he would let me ravage him, but that didn't mean that I wasn't completely satisfied though. Jungkook just seemed to have some sort of magic over my body and what the man could do with his hands and his tongue made my eyes roll back in ecstasy.

But it wasn't just the sex that my body needed him for. I actually just missed cuddling up to him or holding his hand. I missed the rhythmic breathing that blew down my neck while we slept; I missed waking up to his smile. I just missed every part of Jeon JungKook, and it had only been fourteen hours since I last saw him. I really was pathetic. It was like he'd turned me into some sort of lovesick puppy. Me, Kim Taehyung, the guy who vowed never to let a man have power over him again, had completely let down his barriers and let a player into his life.

I set a bowl of cereal down in front of Han and sat opposite him, nursing a cup of strong coffee. "Want to go to the park this morning?" I offered, needing the fresh air to wake me up.

He nodded eagerly. "Can I call Auntie Aeri and see if she wants to play at the park with us?" Han asked, speaking with his mouthful and dribbling milk down his chin.

I grimaced and nodded. "Sure, but swallow the mouthful before speaking next time, okay?" I requested, watching as he wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his pyjamas. He smiled sheepishly and carried on shovelling the food in his mouth like he hadn't eaten in weeks. Clearly he was going through some sort of growth spurt - either that or he had worms. He just didn't stop eating lately, and I was seriously starting to struggle with money because of it.

On top of that, he'd grown about two inches in the last two months, meaning I'd had to shell out for new clothes. Seojoon hadn't paid my child support either, so this month was an extremely hard one. I had already borrowed money from my parents just to tide me over until Seojoon's 'overtime payment' came through from work, but I was down to my last fifty dollars to buy food for almost two weeks. Soon we'd be eating from tin cans and frozen packets.

Seojoon seriously was a waste of air sometimes, but I couldn't just dismiss him, even though I wanted to. I couldn't cut off that money altogether, because I literally wouldn't have enough money to survive if I did that. I was now at the point where I needed to start looking for a second job. If Seojoon carried on missing his payments, Han and I would find ourselves out on the streets if I missed my rent. I'd worked two jobs before; it was hard, but something that I had to do to get us through. I'd already decided to ask the Principal of my school on Monday if they needed any extra cleaning staff. An extra hour every day would make all the difference.

I always pretended to JungKook that everything was fine because I didn't want him to know how hard I struggled to make ends meet. Jungkook would help me, I knew he would, but I couldn't lay this burden at his door.

Secretly, I was glad that Seojoon had let me down for this weekend so that I hadn't had to go out with Jungkook and his friends last night - I was drowning in debt and my credit card would bottom out soon. Sometimes I felt like the weight of the world was on my shoulders. It seemed like no matter how hard I worked, how much I strived to be a great mom, there was always something in the way making it feel like an uphill battle with me pulling a ten ton rock behind me.

Han smiled and pushed his empty bowl to the middle of the table. "I'm still hungry, Momma. Can I have more?" he asked, eyeing the box that I'd left on the side.

I sighed and closed my eyes before putting on a fake smile and grabbing the box. "Sure, Baby."

By the time we were dressed and ready, it was after ten in the morning, so I let Han call Aeri and invite her to the park with us. After a minute of talking to her, his expression changed and a big grin broke out on his face.

"Hey, Kookoo!" he chirped.

I smiled, grabbing his jacket from the hook, holding it out for him to put his arms in. He stood there chatting down the phone, telling JungKook about us going to the park and about me not letting him eat candy for breakfast.

Han pouted at me when he told JungKook that he wanted to take his scooter to the park but that I'd said no because I didn't want to carry it all the way there when he got tired of riding it. I couldn't hear Jungkook's answers, but judging by the dissatisfied look on Han's face, my adorable boyfriend was backing me up. I chewed on my lip, holding my hand out for the phone, just wanting to hear his voice a little before he went to work.

Han pouted. "Momma wants you," he grumbled, obviously not pleased about having to share the phone. "Kookoo saided I could take my scooter to the park," he said, putting the phone in my hand.

As I put it to my ear, I could hear Jungkook's laughing. "Good morning. You hungover today?" I asked, grinning.

"Momma wants me, does he?" he replied, not answering my question.

I sighed dreamily. Heck yes I did actually! "Definitely," I confirmed.

"Well I'll pencil you in for when I get home. If you want, I'll call you again tonight," he purred suggestively.

I closed my eyes at the thought. Jungkook's pillow talk was one of the sexiest things I'd ever heard in my life. His words could do things to my body that Seojoon had never managed to do using everything available to him.

"I don't think I could handle a call like that two nights in a row. I think I'd pretty much go into meltdown," I confessed.

He sighed. "Me either, actually," he admitted. "So, my lazy ass of a sister said that she's too tired to come to the park right now. She said she'll call you later and meet up for dinner if you want to."

"Yeah, okay. Tell her to call me when she gets her butt out of bed then," I suggested. Han was zipping up his coat, his shoes were already on. His scooter was sitting by the door as if he was going to somehow sneak it out without me noticing. I smiled. "Did you tell Han that I'd take his scooter to the park?" I asked JungKook.

"No. Why?" he replied.

I smiled and shook my head. "No reason. I'd better go. Have a good day at work. Stay safe, and if you get a break then call me, okay? But not at four in the morning." I added the last part quickly, knowing he would call me when he finished his shift otherwise.

"Okay, Stripes. See ya."

I closed my phone and raised one eyebrow at Han. "Kook just told me I had to take your scooter to the park with us. You're lucky he's so great, huh?" I teased, deciding to let him get his way.

His eyes widened as he clapped excitedly. "I love Kookoo!" he practically shouted.

I blinked a couple of times at his words. He'd never said that before. It sounded so sweet coming out of his mouth. I silently wondered what JungKook would say about that if he heard those words tumble out of Han's mouth. He looked like he meant it too; his lips were pulled up into a big toothy grin as he gripped the handlebars of his scooter for dear life.

I didn't know how to answer that, so I said nothing, deciding to change the subject quickly. "Come on then, Baby. Let's get to the park before it gets too busy and you can't scoot," I suggested, grabbing my wallet and keys and opening the door to leave.

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That afternoon Jimin came over with Sehun for a visit and catch up. While we had coffee, Han was busy sorting through his car collection, trying to find one that didn't have any loose pieces so that Sehun could play with him. I was sitting on the sofa, just fussing over the cutest little baby I had seen since Han was born. Sehun was beautiful; his big hazel eyes just seemed to take everything in as he looked at me and smiled at the funny faces I was pulling.

"So, Yoongi's still grumbling about that boys' golf day from weeks ago," Jimin said, shaking his head, laughing. "I'll warn you now that he's planning a rematch in the very near future, so tell your dad and Jungkook to expect a call."

I laughed at that statement. Apparently, the 'boys' golfing day' that was originally supposed to be just Jungkook, my dad, and Han turned into some sort of boys' fun fest. Yoongi invited himself along as soon as he heard about it, which then in turn made Seth pout until he was invited as well, and then Jimin's father had gotten wind of it. Before you know it, there were twelve of them playing. Yoongi, being not very good at golf, took the hit and lost by a clear mile. Six weeks later and he still hadn't lived it down.

From what I understand, by the end of the eighteen holes, the boys were calling him 'hole in none' - started by JungKook, of course. Yoongi really was a sore loser and didn't take it lightly when he wasn't very good at something.

"Yoongi hyung's way too funny," I chuckled, tickling Sehun at the same time.

Jimin sighed and rested his head back on the sofa. "Yeah, but sometimes he whines like a little girl," he countered, grinning fondly.

I smiled. Jimin and Yoongi were so in love that it was almost sickening to see. I chewed on my lip as I wondered if I would ever get JungKook to look at me the way that Yoongi looked at Jimin. It had always been plain to see that he was besotted by Jimin, even when they were 'pretending' to be a couple at college when we all first met. Even then you could see it in his eyes. But Jungkook, he was just so much harder to read. I desperately wanted to ask Jimin for his opinion, but I was scared it would somehow get back to JungKook and would ruin everything. I'd seen JungKook and Yoongi together, sometimes they gossiped like a couple of old ladies standing at a fence.

"Everyone has to have a flaw," I joked, shrugging, shifting Sehun on my lap because he was chewing fistfuls of my hair.

He nodded. "Yeah but his flaw is the snoring! Tae, I swear to God, last night it was so loud that he woke himself up," he said, laughing.

I laughed along with him, and was silently thankful that Jungkook didn't snore. Not that I would probably hear him, I slept like the dead. The only thing that woke me up in the night was Han. It was like I had some kind of sonar when it came to him, but everything else just didn't get through.

"How do you cope with a snorer?" I asked, looking at him in awe. That was real love; he didn't seem bothered in the slightest.

He shrugged, smiling affectionately. "I like it actually. It reminds me that he's there. It makes me sleep better when he's growling in my ear. Sehun sleeps through it too. Yoongi doesn't believe me when I tell him he snores; I swear he thinks I'm making it up. When he woke himself up last night, he gave me this quizzical look, so I just pretended that I woke him, and let him keep his dignity," he chuckled.

"You two are hilarious. It's almost six years now, right?" I asked, squealing when Sehun started biting on my finger.

Jimin nodded in confirmation. "Yep," she replied dreamily, popping the p.

I chewed on my lip and decided to ask the question that I'd been dying to ask for months. "Jiminie, how do you get him to stay in love with you, even after all that time? I dread the day when I lose JungKook's interest. How do I keep him wanting more like you do with Yoongi?" I asked quietly, eyeing Han, who was still rummaging through his cars.

I didn't really want him to hear this conversation; I didn't want him to start worrying about the day that Kook got bored. Han was going to be devastated when it happened.

Jimin smiled kindly. "Tae, Kook's crazy about you, stop stressing about it. He's not like the other one," he assured me, obviously not wanting to say Seojoon's name in case Han heard. "I've known Kook a long time and I've never once seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you."

I felt slightly better because of his words. I knew I was his only proper boyfriend, and that he'd never been in a serious relationship before, but that knowledge still didn't stop the freak out that I had practically every day as to whether today would be the day that he finally realised that he could do better than a single mother. I knew that day would come, eventually. I just wasn't right for him at all, and sooner or later, he'd see that. For now though, I was happy going along for the ride, lapping up his attention and kisses, savouring every one of them in case it was the last one I got.

Jimin scooted off the sofa, settling down next to Han. "So, what are we playing?" he asked, rummaging through the box along with him.

I smiled and pushed myself up off the sofa, sitting Sehun between Jimin's legs. "I'm gonna make more coffee. You want something, Baby?"

"Chocolate milkshake with maple syrup!" he called.

I sighed and shook my head, smiling to myself. That was the little gross combination that Jungkook had got Han hooked on a couple of weeks ago.

The pair of them were so alike, sometimes it was like they were really father and son. As I pulled open the fridge to get out the milk, my intercom buzzed from downstairs. I frowned, shaking back the sleeve of Jungkook's sweater that I was wearing, checking the time. It was only quarter past two. Aeri was obviously super early, she wasn't due here until five.

I headed over to the door, pressing the button on the speaker. "Hello?"

"Hey, bunny."

I groaned when I heard Seojoon's voice. I really didn't need this today.

Whenever Jimin and Seojoon were in the same room, it was like you could cut the atmosphere with a knife. And he wasn't even supposed to be here today; he was sick and couldn't have Han for the weekend. I didn't answer as I pressed the button for the door downstairs, letting him into the building.

I chewed on my lip as I looked back at Jimin, who was still sitting on the floor playing with Han and Sehun. "Han, Daddy's here," I called, not really wanting to see Jimin's face when I said it. He always tried so hard to keep the look of distaste off his face when he was around or when I mentioned his name, but I knew that s
he'd secretly love to sucker punch him.

Han squealed and ran to my side. I opened the door and smiled at Rick, who was waiting outside the door, guarding Jimin. "Seojoon is on his way up,"

I told him, shrugging.

He nodded in response. He was in work mode today, so no joking around or anything even though we were friends. There was such a distinct difference in his personality when he was working, it was almost comical.

Han was just standing patiently by the open door, watching the stairs like Santa Claus was due here any second. The hero worship that Seojoon got from his son was a little sickening and heart-breaking. Kids forgive and forget so easily. I missed being a kid sometimes.

Seojoon strutted up the stairs, smiling as Han ran out into the hallway, jumping on him immediately. I sighed and raised one eyebrow, silently asking him what he was here for, unannounced, uninvited and unwanted.

"Do you feels better, Daddy?" Han questioned, clinging to his dad as if he was going to disappear in a puff of smoke any second.

Seojoon smiled awkwardly, and I really hoped he felt guilty for not coming last night when he was supposed to. Maybe he was going to suggest he take him for tonight instead and bring him back tomorrow. He never usually turned up on the Saturday if he cancelled on the Friday night, so this was totally unexpected.

"Yeah, buddy, I'm feeling a lot better," Seojoon replied, kissing the side of Han's head but keeping his eyes trained on mine. I couldn't help but notice the smirk on his lips as he looked at me. His expression was, for want of a better word, smug.

"So, what's up?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest, glaring at him so he knew he was in the doghouse.

He smiled sadly, but it seemed a little forced somehow. "I need to talk to you about something important." He looked down at Han and smiled. "I need to talk to Momma, why don't you go play in your room?" he suggested, setting DJ down on his feet.

Han pouted. "But I'm playing with uncle Chim and Sibu!"

Seojoon's eyes tightened. "Yeah, I figured he was here because of the trained ape standing at the door," he replied, his voice a little harsh.

"What is this about, Seojoon? Can't it wait?" I suggested, flicking my eyes to the lounge to see that Jimin was packing up Sehun's stuff. I frowned angrily because Sehun seemed to be chasing my best friend away.

"No, it can't. I really need to speak to you now. In private. Maybe you could ask Little Mister Important, if he could watch Han and we could go grab a coffee or something," he suggested distastefully.

Jimin made a disgusted sound in the back of his throat as he walked into the hallway. "Little Mister Important is now leaving," he growled sarcastically. He turned to face me and forced a smile. "Want me to take Han to mine for a couple of hours? Yoongu can drop him back before your dinner with Aeri," he offered.

I frowned and looked back at Seojoon. I hated that he was ruining my day with my friend. Was it not enough for him that he ruined my night last night? When Seojoon nodded encouragingly, I chewed on the inside of my lip, wondering what on earth could be that important.

I looked back to Jimin and smiled gratefully. "You sure that's okay?"

"Absolutely." He looked down at Han. "Want to come to mine and play? Yoongi will play on the Wii with you."

Han looked a little torn. You could see the want on his face, as soon as he mentioned the Wii he was hooked, but at the same time his eyes darted to Seojoon, obviously wanting to spend some time with his dad.

Seojoon nodded. "Go with Jimin, buddy. I really need to talk to your mom," he instructed. Han smiled weakly; I could tell he was disappointed and it made me want to punch Seojoon in the face with a brick. Seojoon helped Han with his shoes, while I went to the hall cupboard and pulled out the spare car seat that Jungkook had bought for his car. The whole time, Jimin's eyes were looking anywhere but Seojoon. I saw his jaw tighten as his gaze flicked down to his ass. Chim looked like he was three seconds from feeling his foot on Seojoon's balls.

Once Han left with Jimin and Rick, I blew out a big breath and closed the door, turning back to Seojoo . I mentally crossed my fingers that he wasn't going to tell me that he was going to fail on the child support again this month. If he was, I was totally screwed.

Seojoon smiled sadly as soon as we were alone. "So, I have something to tell you. I don't know how you're going to take it," he started, shrugging.

For some reason, I thought this was going to be really bad news, but his posture was to the contrary, he actually looked like he was secretly enjoying this. I nodded for him to continue, unable to speak. "I went out last night and I saw your boyfriend all over other girls. He fucked one of them in the bathroom. After that I saw him kissing another girl too."

Oh God! No.

My heart sank as I took in his words. Jungkook, the guy who I had given the chance to, the only guy I had trusted with my heart since I got hurt, the one who made my day brighter, had cheated.

But would he though? Would he really? He'd promised me, he'd assured me so many times that he would never hurt me like Seojoon did. I trusted Jungkook. I trusted Jungkook a hell of a lot more than I trusted Seojoon.

"I don't believe you," I whispered, shaking my head fiercely.

Although I trusted Jungkook, the smug look on Seojoon's's face was terrifying me. He looked so confident, so self-assured, so certain.

"I didn't think you would, bunny." He pushed his hand into his pocket, pulling out his cell phone, flicking through it quickly. "They say a picture speaks a thousand words," he added.

I closed my eyes as he held the phone out towards me.

I really didn't want to look.

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To be continued......

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