They were standing by the stairs, thanking eun-na for the delicious food when they heard someone walking down the stairs. 

Eun-na looked up and her face lit up. 

“Jimin! Look who's back” Eun-na exclaimed, Smiling wide towards his son who was coming down the stairs, eyes trained on his phone. 

“You still got your pink hair, I see” Jungkook comments, which makes Jimin’s ears perk up when he stands at the bottom of stairs. He looked up from the phone with a raised eyebrow, eyes zooming towards his brother and he grinned.

“Baby bro finally got scared of living alone?” 

Jungkook chuckled at the mocking tone. Still, having that sharp tongue. 

Jungkook didn't lie when he said everyone is an oddball in the Jeon family. His mother is a sweet woman with sharp senses, his father is a tempered guy who is reined by his wife. Jungkook, well, he's not sure where to put himself. Jimin however, is the savage between them, doesn't listens to anyone, has the fuck you and fuck everyone vibe. 

“Nah hyung, just came to check if you are still shorter than a bonsai or not,” he tipped his head sideways and winked. 

“Bonsai or not, still got more bitches than you on my bed little bro” Jimin raised his phone with a cheesy boyish grin, doing a cheers sign with the phone.

“Language Jimin!” 

“What? Now I can't even state facts?” Jimin looked with wide eyes, face morphed in fake innocence.

“This boy—” 

“Good to know, I don't have a lot of people to kill” Jimin frowned, turning his head towards the new face in between them. He raised a brow at him. 

“You are?” 

“The only bitch he'll ever have, apparently” Taehyung wrapped his arms around his chest, coming in front of the mobster protectively. 

“You are his—” 

“Boyfriend, oh and I'll like the names of all those people.” Jimin mused. 

“Consider it done” Jungkook tried hard to suppress his smile at the protective nature of the racer. 

“My baby bro got tied down huh?” Jimin said with a light teasing grin. 

Jungkook raised his hands to put it around the younger’s waist, propping his chin on his shoulder, back hugging the male. He nodded his head and grinned. 

“Don't want to grow grey hair like you while being bitch-less, Hyung”

“Jungkook” 

“Mum, your sons are  basically at the age of having kids of their own. Chill” Jungkook whined. 

Eun-na rolled her eyes, huffing and turning to walk away, grumbling to herself about something which they couldn't seem to hear. 

“Did he meet The old man?” Jimin asked seriously, no more joking. 

Jungkook doesn't know why, but Jimin and his father didn't get along. There were a lot of differences between them and it seemed like the distance between them never recovered. That's why Jimin stopped addressing Dae-jung as appa or even father like Jungkook does. 

The mobster has a hunch that the reason behind it is the result of the loss of Jimin’s first boyfriend, who worked for their father. Jungkook doesn't know a lot, he hasn't even seen the male. He was around 12-13 when Jimin was in a serious relationship, probably the only serious relationship he was in.

After that, Jimin’s boyfriend just Sort of disappeared, no one knew where he went except for Dae-jung, who refused to let Jimin know and the mobster guessed that's the reason why he started to resent their father. He wasn't sure, that was just his hypothesis. 

So this serious question of his is very much valid. Jungkook grins at him, “He gave him a head pat”

“He did?!” Jimin asked, genuinely shocked and Jungkook nodded. Taehyung frowned at the sentence before he remembered that it was Dae-jung’s way to show he is proud of them. He was so nervous that it totally slipped out of his mind when the male had patted his head. 

“Yup” 

“Wow damn, That's good bro. Congrats” Jimin smiled, no mocking in his tone. Though, Jungkook can see a little bit of bitterness lying beneath his genuine smile. 

Before Jungkook could respond, Jimin had dramatically bowed in front of Taehyung Like a prince in a ball room.  

“Welcome to the Jeon circus, Taehyung. Make sure to not get hit by the hunter,”Jimin grinned, taking his hand kissing the back of his hand with a wink. 

Taehyung pulled his hand back and nodded. “I'm not the lion to get hit, I'm the ringmaster, Jimin.” 

“That's good,” Jimin chuckled, standing up straight.

“Anyways, I gotta go. Apparently the old man can't do a single job alone. Gotta give a little charity. Byeeeee” 

He walks past them, patting Jungkook’s shoulder, quoting, 

“You got a good taste, baby bro. Keep him” with that the male left, leaving them two alone. They stared at each other before both fell into a silly smile.

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“I just realized something,” Taehyung says, one hand drying his hair with a white towel. Jungkook raised a brow, pulling the shirt down his head. 

“Realised what?” Jungkook replied, sunset light peeking in their room through the window. They had just come out of shower after sleeping through the afternoon. 

“That mum or appa don't have golden eyes like you. Even Jimin doesn't have any special eye color like yours” 

Jungkook chuckled at that, “Special eye color? What do you think they look like?” 

“Gold” Taehyung said without a thought, 

“That's why I like calling you Zolotoy , Golden one. Your eyes are pure gold” 

“They aren't, though. Come here” Jungkook crooked his index finger, the racer stands in front of him till the mobster pulls him to sit on his thighs. 

Taehyung immediately straddled him, wrapping his arms around his neck. Water dripped down from the tips of his hair, falling down on Jungkook’s forehead, trickling down his cheeks and at last, hiding beneath the white tee he's wearing. 

“Look closely, it's a mixture of different colours” The racer nodded, forcing his eyes to stay on Jungkook’s eyes rather than observe the path of those little water droplets. 

Taehyung concentrated hard, even going as far as to switch on the lights so he could differentiate the different colors. A sound of realisation leaving from his lips when he noticed that there were more than two colours then he thought. 

“Found it?” Taehyung nodded. 

“There's like two three colours, yellow, green and there's a small hint of white… How the fuck do you have white color??” Taehyung asked, stunned and Jungkook chuckled. 

“Do you know what heterochromia iridis is??” 

Taehyung shakes his head. “What is it?” 

“It's a condition where A person has multi-colored irises due to genetic pass-on or if something happened to your eyes while they were forming. It doesn't really have A side effect other than of course what you see, so yeah that's all. Mostly one eye color is different than the other one” 

“But that's not the case for you” The racer frowned, for him they look the same. 

“It is, If you look closely, one eye of mine is more green dominated while the other one is more yellow dominated, it's barely noticeable but yeah” 

Taehyung pulls Jungkook’s eyelids to see and yeah…. It indeed is. “Wow” he said in awe and Jungkook chuckled, pulling the hand away from his eyes, intertwining their hands together. 

“You like that?” Jungkook asked softly, he wasn't the biggest fan of his eyes but seeing the excited glint on Taehyung’s face makes him feel fucking proud of his genetic condition. 

“I love them! It was the first thing I noticed about you in that bare…. They looked so alluring as if you weren't A human to begin with. I couldn't stop thinking of them, they're beautiful Jungkook” Taehyung whispered, leaning down to kiss Jungkook's eyes one by one as the mobster closed his eyes, letting Tae do as he pleased. 

Forget about feeling, he is fucking proud of those unique eyes. Knowing that he had left his imprint on Taehyung’s brain from day one made his heart swell with happiness. 

“I'm so happy to hear that, baby” The mobster smiled, tipping his head up to claim Taehyung’s lips on his own. His hands wandered till they slipped past his night close, coming in contact with the warm skin. 

He grinned into his lips when Taehyung pushed him on the bed, moving forward to remove his shirt just as fast as he had put it on, claiming Jungkook’s lips once again. 

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It was almost past 10, when Jimin was coming back home, walking through the ball to go to his room. He was glad that the hallway’s light was always on, in that way he didn't have to switch on the flash light of his phone or go to the main switch board.

The pink haired male just walked frantically, Not looking up from his phone to see the path as he knew every single place like the back of his hand. 

He was too busy replying to some important emails when he bumped into someone, the phone flying out of his hand and falling down on the ground with a light thud. 

Jimin cursed under his breath, bending down to pick up his phone, mentally praying it didn't get a crack. 

“Watch where the fuck you are going—” The words got stuck in his throat as if someone had took a nail and hammered every single word against his throat. 

An acidic taste filled his mouth and his face paled as if he had seen a ghost. The other guy wasn't much better, his eyes wide and mouth parted

“Jimin….” he whispered almost as if he couldn't stop the sound from leaving. His words did the trick because Jimin flinched immediately picking up his phone and standing up straight. 

The male followed behind, standing up straight brushing some dust off his pants. “Jimin” He said with a nod of acknowledgement again. 

“Yoongi” Jimin replied back, bitterness flowing out of his lips without restraint.

“Hyung, it's hyung for you” Yoongi supplies out of habit and Jimin closed his eyes, trying to ignore a memory that rushed back to him. 

He opened his eyes, hoping his emotions weren't slipping out of his eyes. 

“You lost the right to get called hyung. I'm not your bitch anymore Yoongi” 

“Yah! Brat come here” Jimin giggled, running away even further till he was on one side of the couch, effectively saving him from getting caught by the older male. 

“Nope, nada can't do” 

“Jimin” Yoongi said with finality, standing on the other side of the couch with his hands perched on his hips. 

“Give my phone back” 

“Yoongi“ Jimin said in the same tone, imitating his actions. “Give me my attention” 

“It's hyung brat and give me my phone back let me complete this work and then I'll give you all the attention, you whiny baby” 

Jimin looked at him sceptically, considering what he said. 

“Or I'll not teach you how to use a Kalashnikov like you wanted,” Yoongi said with finality and Jimin sighed. 

“Fine” he said with a pout forwarding his phone towards Yoongi, giving it back. 

“Fine…??” Jimin giggled. 

“Fine, hyung,“ Yoongi smiled. 

“Good, come here let me kiss you” Jimin smiled, jumping from above the sofa to stand in front of Yoongi. Cupping his face to press their lips together. 

Yoongi blinked away the memory, it's been so long, above 15 years to be exact. It's amusing how despite it being years the memories are imprinted in his brain like it happened just yesterday. 

Judging by the way Jimin's smile faltered, maybe he was remembering it too, Yoongi doesn't have a right to feel happy about it, really. When he was the one who left Jimin without any words, he just disappeared, run away without saying a goodbye to the male. 

“Unfortunate to know you are still alive, what are you doing here?” The pinked hair male said, not hiding his irritation at all. Yoongi blinked again, trying to remember what the male said when it registered in his brain. He stammered to give a reply

“Taehyung…. He's My—” 

“Son?” Jimin asked, keeping his face blank. Yoongi couldn't help but chuckle weakly at that, before realising Jimin wasn't joking nor was their relationship like the way it was decades back. 

“I'm not that old, you can say he's like a son to me but just to make myself feel better he calls me hyung”

“How would I know how old you are, I considered you a ghost till now by the way you have ghosted me” Jimin smiled sweetly, his eyes squinting making it very clear he was sour as fuck with Yoongi and would rather be anywhere else instead of being in front of Yoongi. 

“Jimin i—“ 

“Save it. I don't want to do shit with you anymore.” Jimin rolled his eyes. “Get your shit done and then leave, don't show your face to me again” 

Yoongi wanted to say something but at last nodded, “Alright” 

He said silently, moving to walk past Jimin, he was about to disappear from the hallway when Jimin called  for him. 

“Yeah?” 

“Does… m-my” Jimin cleared his throat. “Does my old man know you are here?” 

“Old man?” Yoongi frowned and Jimin made a frustrated sound. 

“My Appa! Did he know you were coming?” 

Yoongi shaked his head, “He didn't, however I met him after I came here”

Jimin swallowed and then nodded, turning and walking away. Yoongi watched him leave with a pained expression till the pink haired male disappeared completely. 

He sighed, so much has changed since he left. He should have known when he saw Jungkook, he was 12 or less when Yoongi used to work. 

They never actually met since Jungkook wasn't involved in their business at that time but Yoongi had seen his photos, he should have realised when he met Jungkook. 

Guess, he'll pay for it now. 

Oh bro yoonmin have an interesting history lol.. And what do you think about tk meeting jimin?? Istfg I love his character so much 😩😩

I hope you like his character too 🤭😚