The Kid's Father

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Author's POV

The night was dark and chilling, you could feel the wind brushing softly against your face when you walked down the street somewhere in South Korea. Along the way, you will hear the blue desert beside you smoothly creating waves, making your eyes automatically shut and your ears focus on the calming sound it was bringing in. Truly, the noise is one of the blessings from heaven...

But despite the collected atmosphere, there's a young man who was running down the road like a crazy person with his head covered completely by his black hoodie; clearly carrying the opposite aura compared to what the environment shows. He had both of his hands in his hoodie pocket as he continued to run without caring about the stares he received from other people until he reached in front of the familiar club entrance before quickly stepping in it; silently cursing at his lateness.

Immediately, his ears were greeted by the blasting music that was echoing the whole compartment as his nose caught the usual alcohol scent; making him sigh in relief; knowing he had already reached his workplace. He didn't waste any time and threw back his hood that was covering his head as he walked through the crowds of people, didn't waste any more time than to get to the staffs' room to change his formal work clothes.

His face structure is rounded and his skin is a little bit tan with multiple designs of tattoos all over his right arm which was hidden under the hoodie sleeve completely. He has a pair of hazel doe's eyes with them; obtaining double eyelids along with a pair of full-eyebrows and a plush bottom lip. His button-shaped nose perfectly pointed along with a rarely seen beautiful scar on his right cheekbone; completing his beautiful yet handsome looks.

The young man was wearing his daily clothes; which are a pair of black hoodies, along with black skinny jeans and his all-time favorite black timberland, harmonizing well by his black silk hair that was styled in a man bun; giving him a more mature look.

Unfortunately for him, despite following every aspect of fashion sense; he still couldn't manage to follow his work schedule. He sighed loudly as soon as he reached the staffs' room; once again he came late even after getting many warnings from his boss. It's not that he intentionally did it, he fell asleep right after he arrived home when his 13 hours shift ended.

"Jeon Jungkook! You're late again! What did I tell you about this?!"

The young man sighed hearing his name being called. Yes, his name is Jeon Jungkook; who in the town doesn't know about him? The 25-year-old handsome male worked in one of the popular clubs around the municipality as a performer and has been growing outstanding among people in the location that have visited the bar. Some rumors said that he's a manwhore and dick seeker while others said he's talented and doing an incredible job as an entertainer. But at the end of the day, one thing that nobody changes is the rumor that he has a beautiful face... which is not hearsay but a fact.

Jungkook rolled his eyes before turning around in annoyance; already knew who it was as he made sure to block his ears from hearing what was yet to come.

There, a man who is in his late 30s stood straight with his hands crossed and his eyes burned in disappointment. He was outfitted in a white t-shirt that was tucked neatly in black sleek pants as the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the buttons only buttoned half way while the other half was left hanging; leaving his pale chest on display. His hair was designed in Ivy league cut, fitting well with his rectangular black glasses along with his stunning facial features. You could tell by the appearance... he's the owner, no doubt.

"I know I'm late. You think I'm stupid, SeokJin?" Jungkook replied boldly; calling the older by his name as he turned back around to his locker to open it and saw multiple clothes he wore during his job as an entertainer before he held out his hand to pick one randomly.

"Not stupid, but irresponsible! Many customers were already asking for you and I couldn't even promise them when you'll come because things like this always happen!" SeokJin babbled; glaring over Jungkook as he heard the young man sigh, making him walk closer to the locker area.

No, he's not actually angry at the younger for coming late; in fact, not even close to that. Instead, he feels pity. He knows why the male always comes upon this situation, working for 13 hours straight is not an easy task; you could say it was almost impossible because your body won't be able to handle the pressure.

But does Jungkook have another option? Not when he wanted to survive. Having no parents, and no further studies aside from high school; the younger pretty much doesn't have a different alternative to what he wanted to become because simply he's not educated enough. So he puts up with the only thing he could be; a performer at the club, that way he could live comfortably because other jobs like securities, gardener, etc have less income.

And of course, being the kind boss SeokJin is, he didn't take any benefits from what Jungkook earned during those hours he worked, not even the slightest. The older purely lent the clothes and the place for the younger to survive.

"As I've said millions of times already. You could change the work time if you couldn't handle this, Jungkook. Or you could quit and continue your studies which I will pay for so that you could at least have a better job than this." He spoke, patting Jungkook's shoulder as the younger sighed before shifting his body; consciously removing SeokJin's hand from him.

It's a lie if he said he didn't want to continue his studies, but he also couldn't bear the thought that the older one would pay the fees and all. It didn't look right at him and surely it didn't for anybody else too. It's lucky enough that he got to meet a kind boss that is willing to help him without asking anything in return and treated him like a family by accident, but having a boss that is willing to pay his study fees that cost a lot more than his whole one-year income? That's crazy and Jungkook couldn't be more embarrassed; thinking he's doing nothing but putting on the burden for SeokJin.

"Stop it already, I'm fine and could cope with the hours. It's just that my lazy ass forgot to set the alarm. Now if you excuse me, I don't have time for your advice." Jungkook snapped and walked away to the changing room, wanting to change what he picked earlier as SeokJin could only stare at him from behind with worried eyes; clearly caring for the other.

He knows the younger one didn't mean what he said. Though being sassy is indeed his main personality; SeokJin could tell that the words Jungkook spat earlier were just an alternative for him to run away from their conversation.

"I'm ready." Jungkook said; walking towards him in a new outfit which is a red bling fitted suit that followed every inch of his body sculpture; showing just how perfect the tiny waist is that every girl dreams of having. The younger one looks beautiful and sexy... Though nothing would change if he even wore a trash can as an outfit, these red clothes just hit harder from SeokJin's eyes. He truly believes the color itself is specially formulated for Jungkook.

"Let's start then,"

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The next morning came like a blink for Jungkook, everything happened so fast that even his brain couldn't figure out why he woke up half-naked with only his pants and moreover on his bed, while an unknown male was lying beside him; snoring ugly and that too; only with his pants.

He scrunched his nose by the sight as he closed his eyes; trying to adjust to the sunlight while he sat up and leaned against his headboard. He groaned and messaged his forehead when a wave of headache washed over his head; probably because he was wasted last night as he sighed once again before glancing to the side; focusing on the unidentified guy beside him again.

Though he didn't know what had happened until they got here, he could tell one thing for sure by the impression in front of him; he didn't have sex with this fella. Because first, he's still wearing his pants, and second, his ass didn't feel even a tiny bit sore. But let's say if he does then damn... this man must have the tiniest dick in this world or something.

Jungkook chuckled at his thought, there's only one more way to convince him that they didn't do anything just yet. By that, he held out his hand to grab the blanket on top of him as he flung it to the side; only to see nothing but his clean bed cover that didn't have any traces of cum on it. He hummed in relief at the view as he looked at the male for a second before deciding to wake whoever that is.

"Yo, bro." He pokes the man's face.

"Wake up. This is not your house." He uttered before shaking the still sleeping human being by the shoulder; making the male stir up from his sleep a little bit just to change his head direction from opposite to facing Jungkook, revealing his not too handsome face. Well, the person is not ugly for sure, that's why Jungkook suddenly feels so proud of himself; wondering how even in a drunk state; his taste still has a standard.

But even so, he scoffed looking at the man; wondering what he needed to do to make the good-looking fella wake up. "You really give me no choice, dude." He mumbled under his breath, decided to go on with the usual way he would do to his past one-night stands.

"Bitch! Hello?! Wake the fuck up!" He yelled, bringing the man back to reality as Jungkook didn't waste any time and moved out from the bed and grabbed what he believed was the guy's clothes, and made his way out of the room before reaching his house's main entrance and throwing the stuff outside without hesitation.

"Out! Get the fuck out!" He yelled and watched the guy hurriedly exit from his house to pick up his clothes before scrambling away from his eyesight; leaving him to sigh in relief. He took a deep breath; closing his eyes as he felt the cold air running through his nose. A wave of calm washed over his body as he focused on hearing the birds singing over the streetlamp every morning.

But oh well... Like everyone usually said, good things don't last long.

"Hoe get the fuck off! You're blocking my view!" Another voice greeted him, making him open his eyes to roll them in annoyance; knowing so well whoever that person is as he glared at the house beside him on the right before cursing under his breath for his already ruined morning.

There stood a young man in his early 20s with blonde tousled hair on the porch, leaning his back against the wall house while both of his hands grip a cup of hot Americano as he took a sip of the dark liquid before sighing in relief; letting out his deep voice that matched well with his look-alike handsome Japanese Anime characters. He's everything a woman asks for by looks; those eyebrows, the Phoenix-shaped eyes, the pointed nose... He's the definition of everything but ugly.

His name is Kim Tae-Hyung; a 26-year-old male who works as a pornstar. Also known as the neighbor, the best friend, the savior, the older brother, and the literary everything for Jungkook.

"Bro, you didn't even greet me and you already asked me to move?! How rude!" Jungkook shouted, glaring at his best friend as he crossed his arms; getting ready for Taehyung's answer but then he noticed the male simply ignored his angry existence and continued focusing on what was behind his back; making him pissed further. And just when he thought he couldn't get any more offended; the older suddenly giggled like a high school girl that saw their crush walking near them.

So Jungkook turns around; wanting to see who the fuck makes his morning ruined.

Just then he noticed a moving truck is parking in front of his left neighbor's house; making him raise his eyebrows in confusion.

"Jungkook!" He heard the older male call him out as he glanced back at his best friend and saw that Taehyung was showing a sign to come up to him while still smiling like an idiot which he sighed out loud in annoyance before walking towards the other. "What?!" He asked, frustration clear in his voice as Taehyung giggled and grabbed his shoulder to turn him around; facing back right at the moving truck.

"Bitch, don't tell me you have a crush on the truck- Oww!!" Jungkook winced because the other smacked his head.

"Shhh, shut up! Just see who will come out of the truck. Oh, he's so fucking hot!! I bet when you see him, you would be drooling!" Taehyung squealed like crazy; making Jungkook sigh for the third time that morning; questioning how he could even be friends with this idiot for years.

"Drooling...? For men...? You gotta be kidding me. I've never. They are the ones who are drooling over me, not another way around." Jungkook scoffed and he crossed his arms; highly disagreeing with what his best friend said but nevertheless gave it a chance as he looked over the truck again, patiently waiting for someone to walk out of it.

And out of a sudden, a boy comes out from it with a bunch of toys around his arms as he ran happily and went inside the house; making Jungkook raise his eyebrows and look back at Taehyung with questioning eyes, which the older one smacked his head in return.

"Not the kid, you hoe. The father- there he goes!! Ahh!" Taehyung pointed his finger; catching Jungkook's attention as he looked at the front and saw another man who was wearing a green military uniform while his hands filled with bags.

And damn... Jungkook never wanted a single father to become his daddy so bad...

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