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Taehyung drove as fast as he could. His vision was getting blurry as tears filled his eyes. He called Hoseok again and again. But it was to no avail. The taped recording played each time.

"It's Jung Hoseok. I can't get to you right now, so leave me a message!" Taehyung's heart hurt hearing that voice. How could Hoseok just type out seven words to end their 8 year old relationship.

He didn't understand what he did wrong. He kept thinking of reasons, he kept thinking of his mistakes, anything that he did that hurt him. Anything at all. But nothing registered into his mind. He got more and more flustered as he does towards his house and reached there, his tires made a screeching sound at the sudden halt.

Taehyung rushed into his huge house where he saw his father sitting near a lamp and going through some business work.
"Taehyung! How are you, son?" He smiled. Taehyung gulped and wiped his sweat and walked up to him and hugged him, his father had no idea that Hoseok had broken things off with him. It felt like a good thing that he hadn't told anyone.

"Mr. Jung! I'm good! How've you been?" He managed to ask as normally as he could without bursting into tears as his heart began hurting.
"I'm good. Is everything okay, son?" Mr.Jung's eyebrows furrowed.

"Yes, sir. Is...Is Hobi home?" He asked quickly.
"Of course! He's upstairs in his room. Do I need to talk to him?" He held Tae's hand.
"No no! It's fine. I was just... Here to see him. That's all. " He replied in a shaky voice and Mr. Jung could see that he was nervous. But he didn't want to invade his privacy. He smiled and nodded as Taehyung ran up the stairs.

"Hobi!" He barged in. The room was empty. Taehyung looked around flustered. He ran to the washroom, but that was empty too. He cupped his head in his hands and sat on his bed when he heard soft muffled cries.

They were coming from Hoseok's huge walk in closet. Taehyung got up slowly and turned the knob. He saw Hoseok crying in a corner, in front of him were numerous medical test results scattered around. Some torn, some crumpled and all of them damaged.

He walked towards him slowly.
"Don't!" Hoseok cried. His eyes were so swollen, as if he had been crying for hours.
"Hoseok.."
"I said don't!" Hoseok held his hand up. And Taehyung halted.

"Hobi, why are you doing this to me..." Tae was breaking down and Hoseok cried harder seeing him tear up. Taehyung walked towards him again but this time Hoseok just cried clutching his knees. Taehyung knelt down in front of him and cupped his face.

"No!" Hoseok shoved his hands off. Taehyung cupped his face again and Hoseok was too weak to fight. Taehyung pulled him up on his lap and Hoseok cried in his neck.
"Why, Hobi?" Taehyung choked back his tears and kissed his knuckles.

"Because... You... You're lying. " Hoseok cried in his neck.
"Wh--"
"Look at these tests! Even today! The doctors said the same fucking thing! I can't have a baby!  And now what? What now?" He pulled him by the collar of his shirt.
"Hobi that's.."
" And you lie! You lie that you don't want a baby! That it'll never matter! But it will and one day you're gonna meet someone who can give you a baby and y--" Taehyung shut him up with a kiss. Passionate yet soft. Hoseok pulled him in closer and cupped his face. He was pulling at his
clothes as if he just didn't want him to ever go.

"You idiot! Did you really think that I'm going to walk away because we can't have a child!? Hoseok everything I want, is with you. You, Jung Hoseok! " Tae kissed him quickly again and wiped his tears.
"But I can't-- A child is not in my cards." Hoseok cried softly.
"Then it's not in mine either. We're in this together. With each other. I am not leaving you, ever. Ever. " Taehyung kissed his forehead.
"Promise.." Taehyung said against his lips.

"Pinky promise?" Hoseok asked looking into his eyes and extended his little finger out and kissed him softly.
"Pinky promise, Hobi." Taehyung smiled and locked his little finger to his.

He meant it.

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Yoongi and Jih were off to his apartment.
"You okay there, buddy?" Yoongi ruffled his hair.
"Yes, Appa. Did you like my dance?" Jih asked cutely.
"Of course I did!" Yoongi beamed.
"Thank you, Appa. Thank you for attending. " Jih said softly.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world, Jih. Appa is sorry for being absent but he'll make it right. " Yoongi said darkly and Jih shrugged and smiled.

They stopped for and ice cream and Yoongi and Jih sang as they drove around before heading home.
Yoongi cooked for Jih, his favourite dish.

"Appa! Thank you!" Jih ate the bowl of fried shrimp, gravy and rice deliciously. Yoongi stroked his hair as he ate.
"So you like Jungkook a lot, huh?" Yoongi asked suddenly and Jih felt uncomfortable with his tone. It wasn't pleasant at all.

"Jum-gook-- Jungkook? Ironman?" Jih asked confused and Yoongi let out a sharp breath.
"Yes." He huffed through gritted teeth.
"Yes, Appa. I do. " Jih smile fondly.
"Why?" Yoongi gulped as he clenched his fist with anger.

"I don't know. He's very cool. And he makes dad laugh a lot. " Jih explained and Yoongi's ears turned hot and eyes glassy.
"Jihyung.. you know Appa isn't a bad man, right?" Yoongi held his small hand.

"Ye--"
"Can you keep this a secret, Jih? Don't tell anyone, even dad. Just between you and me? Promise me. " Yoongi stroked his cheek and Jih nodded sincerely.

Yoongi knew his son wasn't the one to tattle, he'd keep thinking and never rat him out. He kept his promises, that's what Jimin had taught him.

"Jihyung-ah. You need to know. Ironman doesn't love you. He's a stranger. You don't know him. And if you show too much trust in him, he could hurt you both " Yoongi said darkly as Jih began tearing up.

Yoongi smirked mentally as he saw his son keep the chopsticks down and drink water holding the huge glass with both his tiny hands.

Just as Yoongi continued eating. 

"He's not going to hurt us. " Jih managed to say to his father.

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Jimin woke up the next morning. His body was sore, and his ass was killing him. He fluttered his eyes open to find an empty bed.

He had left.

He breathed out and somehow got up and walked to the washroom.  In the mirror he saw his delicious hickeys, tiny finger marks on his thighs, his swollen and sore lips and puffy eyes, all from pleasure not abuse. He stood there staring for a few seconds before he began showering, his mind filled with images of Jungkook and last night.

It was just a one night stand to him.

Jimin walked out of the shower in his bathrobe and walked out to the kitchen.  The second he reached the kitchen, he gasped.

"Wh--"
"Good morning, baby..." Jungkook stood there like a sculpted Greek god. He was shirtless while his black trousers hung perfectly down his waist to his long muscular legs. Jimin gulped seeing Jungkook's body in broad daylight, the scratches and bites so clearly fresh and sore. He bit his lip softly while being awestruck.

"You're... You're still here. " Jimin stuttered almost tearing up. Jungkook's eyebrows furrowed and he walked up to him and made him look up by cupping his jaw.

They looked into each other's eyes for the longest time. Jungkook smiled and kissed him softly.
"Why wouldn't I stay, baby? I love you. " He rubbed his nose against Jimin's.

Jimin teared up as he stood there in his arms. Jungkook looked beautiful, his pretty smile and twinkling eyes dark with desire for him.  He had never felt safer and more loved.

"No..." He breathed out as a tear escaped his eye.

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