That boy had some serious attitude to deal with!" Jungkook scoffed, hitting the pedal rushing to leave the house.

He didn't expect Jin’s son at all to have a lot of attitude packed in that petite stature of his. He expected him to be a person of poise and grace just like in the photos, as he assumed with his bourgeoisie upbringing from Jin’s courtesy. But Jimin was like a storm, just by coming home and storming inside the house, he just flipped the hell out when he saw the young ‘husband’ of his father.

But Jungkook cannot deny the feeling when he kissed Jimin. The boy was inexperienced, his mouth didn’t move during the kiss at all and stayed still. He can still taste the sweetness from his lips, the strawberry chapstick that he wears, those plump lips that felt softer than a cushion.

Not to mention he smelled like jasmine flowers, an enticing soft scent, very contrasting to Seokjin's strong cologne.

Ah, Jungkook can't wait to pester him. He wanted to test the boy's limits—he wanted to taste him more.

The pretty boy turned him on after all.

He sped up his car, making his way to the usual host club that he used to go and work every friday nights. Contrary to Jimin's claims that he is 'jobless', he does have one but not as prideful as it should be. Depending on who you ask, its a either a real work or a talent.

He's a host, working in a host club to drink and meet up with men and women who wished for companionship during their periods of loneliness. Flirting, talking, drinking—sex if they consented, that's what hosts do. They were paid to satiate the loneliness of their clients in a hefty return.

He parked his car at the back of the bar, fixing his jacket from his rear view mirror before going inside.

"Pretty crisp." Jungkook complimented himself and walked inside the halls of the host club looking at some tables.

"Mr. Jung's young customer is here." He muttered as he saw him in the table with a good looking young customer.

"Hey kookie-boy! Your favorite customer Madam Choi is looking for you! Table 5!" The club's boss, Mister Kim, called out for him. The boss himself was as handsome as the others, tall with a broad figure and that damn charismatic smile the Jungkook had tried to imitate so many times. 

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be going." I headed towards the table opening my arms for a hug as he saw his loyal customer, Madam Choi.

"Cupcake! You've come to visit me again!"

"Ah, Mr. Jeon! You're finally here! I waited here for long you know.." She ran her fingers on my hair, removing some strands that is on my face.

"Sorry cupcake, I needed to take care about something before going here..so, where's the surprise you've been telling me?"

This woman is just the same as the others, a married woman with a beautiful face to begin with, and a busy husband that is always on overseas meeting. And of course, a woman that can throw gifts like he wanted to.

"About your new husband again? My, my..Mister Kim sure is graceful for still letting you work here."

"Oh dear, you'll miss me when that happens."

Seokjin didn't pry whether he will continue working as a host or not. After all he met him this way, he cannot discriminate the work Jungkook does.

But Jungkook did reduced the days he worked in the club to partake in events where his husband is present, probably just once a week unlike before where he works on a daily basis.

"Thank yourself that you are handsome as always and I still patronize you Hm..it's not actually here.."

Jungkook raised his brows at her as she obviously tried to look cute.

It's annoying actually.

"You mentioned to me that you loved dancing right? So.." She took out a key from her bag. Maybe the gift is another apartment? A beach house? Or a car? It did sparked his curiosity.

"A dance studio! And it's for you. Oh and I also hired a instructor that can teach you different dances like you wanted to!"

There's one reason why she is Jungkook's favorite while she is being a try hard sometimes. Besides being loyal, she listens to his needs—his wants, and showers him with it generously. 

"Really? Thank you so much cupcake! Your the best! So about the instructor..who is it?" The woman has many connections in the entertainment industry as he can remember her vent stories about her ever absent husband. Maybe she got him a popular one!

"The guy's name is Park Jimin. He's the best dancer here in Busan! He also choreographed for solo idol dances in Seoul, and a part of the National Contemporary dance troupe! I heard he also trained in Los Angeles under a celebrity choreographer. I made sure he's the best, I picked him just for you!"

"Park Jimin? Does he looked like a boy with blonde hair, soft monolids and plump lips?"

"Yup!"

It amazes him how well at some extent did Jin work to protect his son's identity and remain separated from his. Nobody ever knew his son at all, as if he won't inherit billions of won under his name, and Jimin is making his own name in the industry.

Amazing.

"As I said I always pick up the best for you Mr. Jeon!"

The pretty boy will be his private instructor..talk about the shock he'll feel when he knew he'll be the student.

That's a great time to bond with him, a really great chance to form a relationship.

"I must be very lucky, this is going to be fun."

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"Jimin.." A voice called along with a soft knock at his door, but Jimin just shifted his position on the bed.

He had been ignoring them for days already, refusing to meet them at any part of the house at all. Jimin might be a little too immature, like a little boy who refused to go out of his room after an argument.

So to say, he was pretty spoiled. Any mad Korean parent will pull them out the room forcibly, but Jin didn't even try to invade his personal space for a while as if he's asking for forgiveness. Too prideful to even join dinner with his father and his new husband, his meals were delivered to him by his father's personal assistant, Miss Lee.

Jimin didn't have much problem afterwards other than enjoying his own peace alone. His room is enough to live on, he doesn't stink in there even if he hauls up for days since he got his own shower room.

"Jimin!" The voice repeated and the banging of the door became louder than before. Usually the calls weren't intense, but god, his door is gonna break down at seven in the morning!

"God damn, stop banging on my door!" Jimin scratched his head out of frustration opening the door—

"Good morning pretty boy." He wore his condescencing smirk, leaning at Jimin's door frame like a magazine model.

"Fucking good. Of all people I'm about to see this morning, I get to see this sugar boy." Jimin rolled his eyes, about to close his door again at Jungkook's face when he stopped it with his foot.

"Morning blues? Do you ever welcome the day with a positive note and a smile?"

"Why are you so fucking annoying?"

"Why do you throw a question on another question?"

"Why do ask if no one's asking?"

"Why are you so angry?"

"Why do you think I'm angry?"

"I don't deserve your kind of treatment."

"You dont deserve anything at all."

Jimin can keep the word exchange going on till the man goes away from his door step.

"I thought we are in good terms now? We did share such a close bond in the first day, hm?"  He said with his raspy voice,  pushing his way through the blonde's door

"Piss off. We were never in good terms to begin with. You disrespected me and my boundaries, yet you can even say that to me? I'll repeat this to you again, and again. You're shameless." His  finger lifted Jimin's chin making him look at those doe brown eyes.

And shit, it's so beautiful.

"Disrespected yet you enjoyed the kiss? You were like a high school girl, frozen in place. Tell me, was I your first?" He's certainly not, yet it agitates Jimin, especially that smirk curved on the brunette's lips.

"No shit. I don't kiss anybody unlike a tramp like you—" Before Jimin could speak further, Jungkook pushed him inside his room, hastily closing the door shut before locking their lips together, pulling him into a suggestively dirty kiss.

The brunette was dominating, a hand placed on the back of Jimin's head to tilt it in place, plunging his tongue inside his mouth, exploring every crevice and lapping their tongues together.

Jimin cannot deny that Jungkook is one hell of a good kisser. He doesn't have much experience to rank, but if a man can give you a euphoric feeling and wake up every sexual innuendos from few minutes alone, that's all it takes to say that he was a good kisser.

"A-ah.." Jimin moaned out rather loud, feeling Jungkook suck on his tongue, rubbing his knee on his throbbing member.

"Jiminie?"

Of all the time his father needs to call for him, why does it have to be now? Jimin was internally screaming as he heard his father's voice, banging Jungkook's chest with his small fist to stop.

"Shh.." Jungkook hushed, warning Jimin before connecting their lips together again.

"Jimin? Are you there?"

Jin called out again, but he was already drowning on Jungkook's kisses as it got more intense—his heart beating out of his chest, their tongues fighting for dominance.

He is way too good at this.

"Jiminie, I'm coming in."

Not until they heard the sound of the door knob turn, the both of them pushed each other apart scrambling to fix themselves fast. Jimin went under his sheets, while Jungkook crossed his arms pretending to be asking away questions to Jimin.

"I hate you." Jimin faintly whispered.

"Ah—Jungkook you're..here too?" I heard my father said, but he kept the act of pretending 'not to hear' anything from Jungkook by covering his face with the pillow.

"Are you feeling okay, Jiminie?" Jin sounded very concerned towards him. They hadn't talked for days, and he was longing to talk to his son. He had given him space for days, but the elder couldn't really bear it much longer.

"Not really, ask your husband why I'm in a bad mood."

Only if Jimin could tell his father without breaking his heart that he was bothered in such a dirty way.

"I was just about to ask you to join us for breakfast? I cooked your favorite. We hadn't dine together since you left, Jiminie. I missed us."

His father's soft voice brings an ache onto Jimin's heart. They hadn't been talking for days, but if its a normal day, he could have told him many stories about his stay in Seoul—his achievements in the capital that his father will surely be proud of. But they were consumed with the angst and awkward for the past days that they hadn't heard their fair share of stories.

"..fine. I'll eat breakfast, just this once."

Jimin said to him, sitting up on his bed and looking at his father's eyes, trying his best to avoid Jungkook's gaze.

Jin smiled. Finally, at least they could get one short meal together.

"Let's go down together. I cooked your favorite omelette, Jiminie!" Jimin felt guilty, and he will surely eat up the meal.  Jin is usually busy at this hour with company paperwork or area inspections, but he made time just to cook his favorite breakfast course.

God, he felt like the biggest asshole on earth right now.

They walked down together, while Jungkook tailed on them behind.

Jimin sat at the part of the table away from them, but he can feel the other pair of eyes averted on him.

Minutes had gone by and it was a silent meal between the three of them. Just the sounds of utensils scraping on the plate momentarily, or the sound of the glass making contact with the glass table. The air around them were heavy—as if one wanted to talk yet cannot talk first. It went on until they finishes their meals  and Jimin had the courage to speak out.

"Dad, I think I should move out." Jimin said, while wiping the sides of his mouth with the napkin.

"Is this about..?"

"Yes. I don't think I could bear living in here for a while. Besides, it's about time to start by my own. I was thinking of moving to Seoul permanently."

Seokjin purses his lips, eyes written about how broken hearted he was of Jimin's decisions.

Months without his son was already dragging, he was lonely all through it. That period of loneliness got him through an understanding with another man and a marriage. They only got each other before, he was very used of his son being home after a busy day. He was prepared and excited when Jimin came back home. But he's going away again, and it might be permanent this time and it aches him.

"Can you at least try? Please? Just a month living with us again."

"Dad, I can't—"

"Jiminie, please, I missed you a lot."

Jimin held his breath. Please, he didn't want to falter because of his father!

"I'd rather not stay for too long. No matter what you say, my answer is still going to be the same. I want to move out."

The look on Jin's face is breaking Jimin's heart to small pieces. He look sad—confused, like those eyes were made of glass. He hated to see him like this, with guilt washing him cold. He made out with his husband, disrespected his decisions, and now he's leaving him.

Jimin does sound like the worst son out there.

"..it'll take time to find a place in Seoul that I'll like. I've already let go of the apartment I was in prior going back here. I can stay while looking over the apartment offers then we can go to Seoul together to look at the apartments personally, dad."

Jimin said it out of compassion, and just to alleviate the sadness. A little shine went through Jin's eyes, and he smiled a little.

"Of course. I'll contact brokers I know and send us their best apartment offers."

Jimin sighed in relief. His father felt a little better now, and its all that matters. And they'll bond while choosing the apartment so..win-win.

Jin's personal assistant, Miss Lee, entered the room with an urgent call for Seokjin to answer. Urgent business as usual as Jimin can hear his father's serious business tone.

"Excuse me for a while. I had to go over the area to check the site. Jiminie, can we see each other at dinner again?" Miss Lee handed Seokjin's coat, with Jungkook standing up to help him wear the garment.

"Of course, I'll attend dinner. I won't be doing much today anyways."

Jin nodded with a smile before bidding goodbye, and Jimin didn't even waste his time in the same table with Jungkook. He brought along his dish and left it at the kitchen sink, with a quick intent to leave but Jungkook was pretty quick to catch up with arms already wrapped around his waist in a back hug position.

"You really took my word about going on your own that seriously?" He whispered in Jimin's ear, blowing teasing hot breathes that made the blonde shiver.

"Go away!" Jimin replied with an angry whisper, while the brunette's lips were ghosting kisses around his neck.

"I'll miss you, I just met you yet you're going away soon."

"S-stop. Somebody might see us here.."

Jimin tried to stop him, but he was being bent down and their bodies pressed together in the kitchen sink.

"S-somebody will walk in and tell dad—a-ah!" Jimin moaned out feeling Jungkook's hot tongue lick the shell of his ear. The friction of their bodies rubbing together brings heat onto both of them.

'He's torturing me!', Jimin thought.

"Hmm? Won't you miss me? Your caring and nice stepdad?" Jimin threw his head back when he felt the brunette palming his member.

"N-never. Y-you're a-a sha—me..a-ah!" Jimin's words were becoming broken, feeling the palm squeeze through his growing pain.

"Shame? We're both shameful now, it isn't just me. Now I think of if, I'm going to long for this." Jimin felt his fingers trace his chin, pulling him into a kiss.

What can this guy do more to him?

"Please.." The blonde leaned at Jungkook's body feeling his hardness from behind. With repeatedly broken kisses, Jimin mutters a word of 'please' with the brunette finding it amusing.

"Please what, pretty boy? Use your words."

"Please, please go away from my father." Jimin begged. He sounded selfish as he's being consumed in the open mouthed kiss, with eyes shut tight. It feels like he's gonna go insane from the heat and the flattering feeling in his body, while his mind was screaming and all reminded of his father's broken heart.

"Hmm? Do you really want to break your dad's heart?"

"..you'll hurt him. Please. Just..just.." Jimin wanted to say the word divorce. Yet he cannot bring himself to, not with the dizzying sensation he's receiving.

He broke our kiss with a thick string of saliva trailing the both of us.

"Then amuse me. Give me a reason  to go away from him, and I'll give you the divorce that you want to see, Jimin."

He finally backed away, Jimin almost dropping in his knees with chest heaving heavily. The blonde's lips quivered from the sudden part away, with his body needing more of him despite his mind knowing how morally wrong it is.

But he said he'll grant a divorce.

There's still a chance to pry him away from his sweet father.

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