Jimin woke up early to his alarm like he always does on Tuesdays and Thursdays. He has classes for University today. Why he decided to schedule all of his classes on the same two days, he has no idea what he was thinking because now, Tuesdays and Thursdays are the days that stress him out the most. But at least he has more free days throughout the rest of the week.

This was his very last semester of University, so surely he can push through it.

The blonde ran his fingers through his strands that pointed in all different directions on top of his head. He could feel the bags under his eyes from how tired he was.

He stayed at Taehyung's apartment too late the previous night. He was debating on staying the night there but vetoed that idea after remembering he had classes the next day and didn't have any clothes or his books with him.

He was just glad he didn't run into his mother or him when he arrived home at two in the morning.

Jimin rushed to his ensuite bathroom to take a quick shower, brush his teeth, and make himself look presentable for his classes, which included applying the simplest amount of make up. The male had an image to upkeep so he couldn't show up to University looking like a slob.

He looked good, hot even.

When he was ready to leave, he opened the door to his bedroom with his book bag slung over his shoulder. He took a step forward and froze. Jimin internally rolled his eyes.

Of course, Min Yoongi had to walk past his room, shirtless and only in pajama pants, as soon as he was ready to leave for his classes. And of course, Min Yoongi couldn't just leave the younger alone. Yoongi locked his gaze on the younger's before looking at him from head to toe and back up again.

"You look nice" Yoongi blurted out as he continued his stroll down the hall.

That sentence alone wouldn't be too bad if Yoongi were a normal step-dad trying to connect with or win over his new step-son, but that was not the case. This was a totally different situation. This was a dangerous situation, judging by Yoongi's delicious smirk and the way he had just openly checked Jimin out.

He's teasing again and Jimin was weak for it. The younger tried not to react to it, but he had to clench his teeth behind his closed lips to keep that hidden. He wasn't doing a very good job because the older proceeded with his game.

When Yoongi's back was facing the younger, the male reached his hands over his head connecting them at the top and slowly pulling them down, stretching his back. Jimin tried to not to stare at the way his back muscles contracted, or how they all rippled. Jimin definitely was not ogling at how slim the black-haired male's waist was.

Yoongi stopped in front of the grand master bedroom door before turning once more with that stupid, obnoxious smirk he always seems to wear. "Have a good day Jimin."

After he said the words, the door opened and his mother stood in the doorway in a satin, deep purple nightgown, probably the fifty-year-olds attempt at looking sexy for her young husband. Jimin watched as Yoongi snapped his attention immediately back onto his wife as she wrapped her fingers around his arm, urging the male to follow her back into the bedroom.

"Come back to bed, Yoongi dear" she spoke in a low, sultry tone.

"Who am I to say no?" Yoongi queried before wrapping his arms around the woman and pulling her against him, leaning down and pressing kisses into her neck. He knew fully well that the woman's son was still watching from his own doorway.

But his actions snapped Jimin out of his lascivious state, reminding him that he was going to be late for his first class if he didn't leave, like, right now. Jimin cursed as he looked down at his watch that confirmed that speculation.

As Jiwoo dragged the young male into the bedroom behind her with an arroused squeal, Jimin sped down the hall in the opposite direction with an irritated groan.

What has my life become?

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After his final class of the day, economics, Jimin was glad to be done with school until Tuesday came around next week. He was absolutely exhausted and his brain was shot.

He's especially thankful that he decided to take his dance classes on Monday and Wednesday afternoons because it would be impossible to cram anything else into his hectic schedules on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

His dance class was a the only class he enjoyed to take, so he wanted to be sure that he always had the proper amount of energy for each lesson.

Jimin entered his mother's mansion, after being gone all day, and was glad to come home to a peaceful, empty looking house. The last thing the young male wanted was another awkward and irritating encounter with Min Yoongi and his mother.

The college student needed some relaxation more than anything and he knew just how to get it.

One of Jimin's favorite aspects of the Park mansion was the hot tub right off the pool in the backyard and it was calling his name at the moment.

The sun was already starting to set as Jimin made his way to the pool house, where he quickly stripped and showered off. And because it was starting to get darker outside and he had the house to himself and because he likes being naughty this way, he thought, why not?

Who needs swimming trunks when the night has set itself up so perfectly?

The blonde strutted himself over to the jacuzzi with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Once right at the stairs, he let the cloth fall and sunk himself into the heated water, resting his head back, and letting the jets soothe his sore muscles.

This is exactly what he needed after everything that has happened in his life recently between the busy class schedules, homework, his relationship with Taehyung, and the big one, his new step-daddy.

Nothing could ruin his sense of serenity.

Except maybe the same said step-dad, exiting the door of the pool house and walking towards the same hot tub that Jimin's naked ass is currently inside with his eyes closed, totally oblivious to the world around him.

Yoongi stood on the outside of the tub, looking down at the younger unwinding, with his famous, never leaving, smirk on his face.

Luckily the jet settings were too high, so the bubbles covered Jimin's modesty, or what little modesty he really has.

The older stepped into the jacuzzi real slowly, not wanting to disturb the younger male, at least, not yet. With every step he took, the water shifted, creating small waves inside the tiny tub. The further he inched inside the steaming water, the waves grew larger, which led to Jimin opening his eyes at the now noticeable intrusion.

Jimin couldn't utter a single word at the older who's now making himself comfy on the opposite side of his family hot tub. In normal circumstances, this would be annoying only because Yoongi is annoying, but this situation is so much worse.  Because the blonde just remembered that he willingly climbed inside the hot tub, butt ass naked when he thought he was alone and now Yoongi's going to find out.

Quickly, Jimin crossed his legs, hoping to somehow conceal his precious jewels between them.

"What are you doing in here?" Jimin spat.

Yoongi chuckled lowly. Jimin was so much fun to tease. "Well, I thought I could try out my new hot tub and was surprised to see my new step-son already in here. I guess we can call this father-son bonding time." The male sounds smug.

"You're disgusting" Jimin blurted out because, really, what was Yoongi trying to accomplish. Between the kitchen strip tease, the muscle show in the morning, and now this, what was his angle?

"You didn't think so that night" the older spoke low, as though someone could hear him.

Jimin turned his head and clenched his jaw tight in irritation. "So you remember that night?"

"Of course I do" Yoongi answered, but he sounded cocky. "And it's obvious that you remember me. You're not very subtle with your staring." He chuckles. "But, I guess I haven't made it easy for you."

At that arrogant remark, Jimin is now beyond pissed. He's furious. He gritted his teeth before the frustration could fully unleash itself.

"So did you know who I was before you slept with me that night? Did you know that she was my mother when you married her? Are you just trying to play some sick, twisted game, so you can brag, 'Yeah I fucked the wealthy Mrs. Park and her son!' Like what the hell is your scheme here!?"

Yoongi seemed a bit taken aback by the younger male's outburst. He thought he was just teasing.

"Um, no actually" he responded honestly. "I met Jiwoo, I mean, your mom before we hooked up that one time. I was shocked to see you that night at the restaurant. I didn't even know she had a son when I met her. It never came up in our conversations..."

"Yeah, I'm sure you two had long, deep conversations when she paid for your meet ups."

Yoongi didn't feel like commenting back on that. "This is the first time the two of us are having a real conversation." He decides to say instead.

And Jimin realizes that it's true. He hasn't been able to get this guy out of his head and yet, this is the first time they've ever really talked. They were both a little too drunk at the club and were really only thinking with their downstairs brains that night and ever since the marriage announcement, Jimin's been reasonably avoiding the older man.

Jimin nods, but he still doesn't look pleased.

It's now quiet and awkward. What else can either of them same at the moment? But at least it's once again silent, like Jimin wanted. He was able to rest his head back again and close his eyes, ignoring Yoongi's still looming presence.

The only thing Jimin never considered was how the hot tub jets were set on a timer and the time was up.

All at once, the jets turned off, stopping the continuous bubbling, the only saving grace Jimin had to cover his bottom half.

There was nothing the blonde male could do. The remaining bubbles dispersed throughout the warm water, slowly uncovering more and more of his perfectly smooth skin from beneath the water.

And Yoongi notices. Oh, of course, Yoongi notices. There was no way he wouldn't notice the beautiful skin of the younger being completely unveiled to him more and more. The skin he once sucked bruises into and damn, the thought made his dick twinge.

Jimin panicked and his face turned crimson, and not from the heat of the jacuzzi. He quickly moved his hands down to his crotch the moment he saw the older man's crude gaze pointed directly downward.

"Don't look!" Jimin shrieked. "Turn away,  now!"

Jimin watched as the corner of Yoongi's mouth turned upwards into his devilish, sexy, but still annoying, smirk.

"Oh sweetness, I didn't realize you weren't wearing any swimming trunks in here." His voice lowered a couple octaves from how it sounded earlier and god, the sound of his made Jimin's knees shake.

But no, he could not get sucked in by this man.

Yoongi spoke up again.  "I didn't realize we were having this sort of bonding experience. If I had known I would have-"

"Oh my god, stop. Seriously stop" Jimin yelled in horror of this whole situation. "I was supposed to be alone! Now will you please look away, so I can grab my towel and get the hell out of here!"

Yoongi held up his hands in defense, "Okay okay! I'll close my eyes, see?"

When Jimin saw that the man's eyes were indeed closed, he hurried to make his trek up the stairs. Yoongi peaked one of his cat-like eyes open to get a perfect view of the younger's plump ass.

"I can literally feel you ogling at my ass!" Jimin groaned, quickly wrapping the towel around his waist and storming off towards the pool house, hearing Yoongi's obnoxious laughter behind him.

He hurried inside to take a shower in his ensuite bathroom where he could fully let go of all of his frustrations. Jimin felt disgusting after letting the man's name slip past his lips as he came on the shower wall.

"I hate you, Min Yoongi." He whispered between his heavy breaths.

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Here's chapter 3! I feel like this chapter is super sloppy, but oh well I guess. Yoongi is quite the tease, huh?

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