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You would think there was no one else in the world for them. No one. They looked lovely together, love irradiated from their pores and when you were in their presence love was the only thing you could feel.
Jimin and Namjoon were like that, a lovely couple and a delight for everyone else's eyes.
"I love you. I'll see you later, baby" Jimin plastered a kiss on Namjoon's nose and with a smile, they parted ways.
Jimin headed towards Jungkook who was waiting for him, leaning gently on the lockers of the college they assisted together. They have been friends since high school but Jimin was two years older, so of course he went to college first, and he talked so highly of the place that Jungkook ended up going to the same school.
"I swear to God, I don't understand you" Jungkook’s voice sounded almost like a whisper, but it was tainted with amusement and confusion.
"Why?" Jimin looked at him tilting his head, big eyes focused entirely on Jungkook.
"You look so happy with Namjoon hyung. I just don't understand why you-"
"You keep your voice low and don't talk about it here." Jimin replied coldly and quickly, cutting Jungkook mid sentence. He wasn't like that, he wasn't a bad person either, he just loses his cool with that topic.
"Okay. Sorry" Jungkook's round eyes were apologetic. He was truly sorry, Jimin was right, they should not talk about it there, walls could hear you and they had eyes too.
"I can't stay mad at you anyways" Jimin ruffled Jungkook's hair and pretended nothing happened.
They walked to their next class. They didn't coincide in a lot of them because Jimin was two years ahead, but with the ones they did, they enjoyed them. And the lectures felt faster with company.
"Will you go out with Namjoon hyung now?" Jungkook asked. Packing up things in his backpack.
"No. He has another class so I'm free. Do you want to do something?" Jimin was copying Jungkook's actions and packing everything in, ready to finish his academic day.
"Yeah, let's go grab some iced coffee at Starbucks. Get ready for some hot white chick selfies"
They both laughed and got out of the classroom, enough for today.
They took a walk to Starbucks, the weather was warm but not too warm, and the sun was high in the sky, no clouds in it. Just the calming blue of a nice day. They waited for their orders to arrive and just when Jimin took a sip of his sugary Oreo cookie frappuccino, Jungkook started talking.
"Are you happy with Namjoon hyung?" He asked, recyclable straw in his mouth, (because he cared about the turtles) sipping his strawberry smoothie.
"Yes, I'm. Why would you ask?" Jimin played innocent.
"Then why would you cheat on him?" Jungkook played the same innocent card.
Jimin’s eyes were wide open and his lips had parted but he immediately smiled, regaining his composure. His eyes denoted a little bit of sassiness and he looked directly at Jungkook like there was no one else in the place. Then, he opened his mouth to finally talk, "I like danger, even if I'm happy, I'm just like that. I like the guy, Namjoon is sweet, he's hot and-"
"He has a big dick" Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows.
"Of course, I won't settle down for less" Jimin paused and drank a big sip of his drink "But I like playing with fire, and I'm happy like that. And, oh god, the other guy, if Namjoon is a storm, he's an hurricane"
"You got the best of both worlds, I hate you. I wish I was jumping on two dicks, you lucky bastard." Jungkook stretched his arm to hit Jimin's elbow.
Both of them met in highschool because they hooked up at one party, but when they started talking and really knowing each other, they realized they liked each other a lot... as friends. And bros before hoes, but, what will you do when you bro is also your hoe sometimes? They stopped it anyways, there were plenty of fish in the sea, and they could hook up with other people and then tell each other all about it and laugh, collectionting new experiences.
But yeah, they bonded about being sluttly at first. Jungkook was a raging bisexual in his tweenties and he was also pretty hot so there was nothing wrong about having fun. Jimin was the same, he was always the prettiest boy in high school and dated both men and women, because God blessed him with not being straight and all that beauty transcended genders. He had a preference for men though, something about conquering them and then crushing them to the ground made him feel powerful. He felt powerful everytime a smart man falled for him, bought him things, made him happy and then didn’t understand why Jimin didn’t want to be with him anymore. He felt powerful and that was a valid reason to keep doing it.
But it wasn’t the same with Namjoon, he was kind, and smart and he didn’t want to lay a hand on Jimin until he asked him out properly. He was a great guy and Jimin was sure Namjoon would find someone really good for him someday, someone that really deserved him. Don’t misunderstand him though, Jimin deserved someone like Namjoon. he did. But Namjoon deserved someone that was with him in body and soul, and Jimin couldn’t give him that. He tried anyway, for a little bit.
“How did you meet this guy? I didn’t even ask, you didn’t give me enough time. You just said you found someone that swept your feet off the ground. That’s pretty hard to do.” Jungkook was halfway done with his smoothie and was chewing a piece of cheesecake that he stole from Jimin’s plate in front of him.
“I went out, it was that night I told you to go out with me, but you had exams so you were being a little bitch and turned me down. I was in that new club, “house of cards”, the name sounded a little pretentious” They laughed. “So, I was there, looking like a million dollars”
“As always,” Jungkook interrupted.
“As always. And I was dancing alone, drinking something that had vodka in it, so my confidence was already at its peak. And then this guy came to me, asked me if I was alone, I told him that I was and he asked if I wanted a drink. Of course I would never say no to free alcohol and I was about to say yes but then he looked straight at me, eyes piercing, I swear to God he knew my sins.” He laughed, took another sip of his frappuccino and continued talking “And said I had to dance with him in return and smirked. Look, I just wanted a night out and I was planning on spending it with you. I was trying to keep faithful to Namjoon but he was so hot, the word yes just escaped from my mouth. I would never have another chance like that.”
“And then, what happened?” Jungkook was biting on his straw. His smoothie is long gone. He was on the edge of his seat, looking at Jimin with big expectant eyes.
“He danced like he was fucking, I saw his body rolls and couldn’t think of another thing that wasn’t that I wanted to know the way he fucks. He put his hands on my waist and we started dancing together, he looked like a Greek God or something. His hair was a little wet with sweat and he had a black shirt that was kind of open so I could see his collar bones, I just knew it. I had to fuck with that man or I would literally die” Maybe it was the light, Jungkook’s imagination or something else, but Jimin looked like he was blushing a little just thinking about it.
“So, you took him to your apartment afterwards?” Jungkook's straw didn’t look like a straw at all anymore but the story was too good, he was edging.
“Of course, that was what my apartment is for.” Jimin had an apartment his parents paid for. They had money because they were both doctors and Jimin was an only child so they couldn’t say no to him, to anything he wanted. But he wasn’t a brat, he was a good son, attentive and caring. But they insisted on paying for the apartment Jimin wanted, it was a big, modern apartment, two bedrooms, a big bathroom and a nice kitchen and living room. Jungkook, on the other hand, still lived with his parents so they both used Jimin’s apartment like a motel sometimes… All the time. But they also used it to study and to have sleepovers and watch bad movies together.
“Just spit it out. You're making me nervous, how was he?” Jungkook asked, rushing Jimin to keep talking.
“He. Blew. My. Mind” Jimin put both his hands on the sides of his head and made an explosion motion with them. “He made me scream his name all night, his hips had a life of their own. It was the best decision I have ever made”
“God fucking dammit. Do you have a pic of him? I’m getting really curious, and horny” he laughed.
“Yeah, I took one the morning after. I said I wanted to remember that night so he let me. Let me look for it” Jimin took out his phone, a cute rose gold case adorning it. He tapped something that seemed like a difficult password, of course, and started looking through his gallery. “Here. This is him” he said after a minute.
Jungkook took Jimin’s phone out of his hand and looked at the picture. Then at Jimin, then at the picture again. Eyes and mouth wide open, but no sentence came out of it. Not just yet, till he broke out of the spell that has been cast on him by just looking at a picture. “This is the fucking hottest man I have ever seen” Jimin cleared his throat at that “After you, of course.”
Jungkook looked at the phone again. A picture of a man in his twenties, Jungkook could tell he was not much older than him. He had a strong jaw, even if it was kind of dark you could see his skin was a beautiful tone, his lips were full but not plump, his black hair had a couple of strands falling in his forehead to his eyes, and they were a deep brown adorned by two thick black eyebrows that framed his face, his nose was not too small nor to big and Jungkook could see that he was shirtless, but the pic was cut just about the collar bones. So, in conclusion, he was hot as fuck.
“Jesus Christ” Jungkook speaked after a moment of silence. “You have the best damn luck in the world.” He started laughing and after a couple more minutes sitting there, they both took their empty cups and plates to the trash, ready to head to their respective houses.
“You didn’t tell me his name. I need to know, Jimin, it’s important! I need to stalk him on instagram or something” Jungook pleaded.
“Oh, his name, if you want to know so bad,” Jimin smiled. “He told me his name is Kim Taehyung”
Jimin was sitting calmly on his sofa, scrolling through Instagram until his phone started ringing. He didn’t even hesitate to answer, the name on the screen already said everything he needed to know.
“What are you doing right now?” A deep voice asked.
“Not much, just on the sofa. You?” Jimin replied, sitting up from where he was laying down.
“Can I pick you up? I’m bored like hell right now, I want to go out for a milkshake and then fuck your brain out”
“Taehyung!” Jimin’s cheeks were red tainted, a little funny to blush after everything they did but it was still a surprise.
"You don't like the idea?" Taehyung laughed.
"I love it. I'll get changed and wait for you here, just text me so I can open the door for you, okay?"
The call ended just like that and Jimin jumped from his sofa, trying to pick something sexy and simple enough for the occasion. Taehyung and him had such an amazing time that they agreed to be something casual, fuck buddies, to put a label to it. They will call when they’re bored, they’ll fuck and have a good time and nothing else. Jimin had a boyfriend for all the feelings he needed to fulfill in his life and Taehyung said he was a free spirit so no strings attached.
He picked a black ripped jean, black shoes to match and a red shirt with white stripes. That should be enough for a milkshake and just as he finished the little details of the outfit, he heard his phone ringing, letting him know Taehyung was already there.
“I’m coming!” He screamed, rushing to the door.
“This soon? I didn’t even touch you” Taehyung greeted him with a big boxy smile. His hair looked like it was brushed back neatly, he was wearing a white dress shirt and black suit pants. Looking like he was in some kind of important reunion Jimin didn’t knew about.
“What are you looking so good for?” Jimin smiled, taking a step back, inviting him inside of the apartment and then closing the door.
“Some dumb reunion with my family, my mother made us wear fancy clothes for it. An expensive restaurant near here, but I was so bored I made an excuse to come see you.” Taehyung was walking towards the couch while unbuttoning some of the top buttons of his shirt. He took a seat, spreading his legs wide and patting his thigh, an open invitation for Jimin to sit there, and of course Jimin took the invitation and sat in between Taehyung legs, putting his arm around his neck.
“So you’re a rich kid, uh?” Jimin questioned, tilting his head and then hiding it in the space between Taehyung’s shoulder and neck, inhaling his perfume.
“You have this apartment in the middle of Seoul, you are a rich kid too.” Jimin could hear the smile and the mockery in Taehyung’s voice, despite not seeing him.
“My parents paid for it. So, in theory, they’re the rich ones,” the vibration of Jimin’s voice made Taehyung laugh. “Are you ticklish?,” mischief in his tone.
“Don’t even try” Taehyung protested, but made no effort in moving Jimin away.
“You look so hot, all dressed up, you look like a doll.” Jimin started to plant kisses all around Taehyung’s neck and shoulder, unbuttoning the rest of the shirt.
“It seems like we won’t make it to the milkshake, uh?” Taehyung sighed.
He grabbed Jimin by the waist and with a dry movement he laid them both on the couch, Jimin repositioned his legs so Taehyung was in the middle of them and then he trapped him by putting his arms around his neck. Taehyung smiled and applied pressure between Jimin’s legs with his knee, looking at him directly in the eyes, a couple of hair strands now falling in his forehead, making him look messier.
“You really are a sight to watch” Taehyung said, moving forward to kiss Jimin on the lips, quick and heated. Only leaving his lips alone to kiss his neck and leave some red marks that will fade in a matter of seconds, he knew he couldn’t leave marks that would last more.
Jimin started to tug at Taehyung’s perfectly white shirt and reached into his pants to undo his belt, throwing both items on the floor. Taehyung kicked his own shoes out while Jimin did the same, then he unzipped Jimin’s pants and palmed with the right pressure in front of his boxers, already feeling him half hard against his hand.
“Do I make you horny, baby?” Taehyung looked at Jimin’s eyes again, who was already flushed and a little messy.
And just as he was about to answer, he heard his phone loud and clear, ringing and interrupting them. He was not going to answer till he saw the contact name, “Namjoonie” on the screen of the phone. He needed to answer, maybe Namjoon was about to come to his apartment and the situation will not look good at all. Taehyung looked at him with questioning eyes, and finally asked, without looking at the screen, “who is it?”.
“It’s my boyfriend,” Jimin took the phone in his hands and sat straight, forgetting what he was doing just thirty seconds ago. “Shut your filthy mouth, please.” And with that, he answered. “Hey baby! Why do you call?,” lovely tone in his voice.
Taehyung pouted but after a couple of seconds, he smiled, a mischievous smile. Jimin was busy trying to talk to his boyfriend on the phone without sounding too aroused or excited at all, so he paid no mind to Taehyung, who was next to him. Not until he dropped to his knees in front of him.
"I need a reason to call my pretty boy?" Namjoon on the other side of the line, oblivious to the situation that was happening at that very same moment.
Jimin's eyes were wide open while Taehyung was on the floor, looking at him and smirking, tugging at his pants that were already unzipped, making his job easier.
"No, you need no reason baby, I was just asking" Jimin looked at Taehyung with a little bit of anger in his eyes, almost telling him that it was dangerous. But Taehyung didn't pay attention and pushed Jimin's pants a little more, till they were past his knees.
"I'm kind of near your house, and I couldn't see you after class so I was thinking if I could go now? Maybe for a little while?" In that moment Jimin thanked whatever deity was watching over him for Namjoon's politeness to ask if he could come to his house.
But before he could say something to Namjoon, Taehyung took Jimin's dick out of his boxers and into his mouth. Sucking hard at the tip and then releasing it just to lick all the way down with the flat of his tongue.
"Ah! Fuck" Jimin almost moaned, forgetting he was on the phone.
"What happened, baby?" Namjoon sounded a little worried.
"Oh, nothing. It's just that… I stepped on a wet spot with my sock on"
Taehyung almost laughed but stopped himself and kept doing his job sucking Jimin's dick.
"Ah yeah, I hate when that happens. Ruining my perfect cozy socks with water" Namjoon was laughing a little in the other line, Jimin on the other hand, was blushing and trying not to breathe too hard so Namjoon won't know what's actually happening.
Taehyung was on his knees looking like a sin and taking almost all of Jimin's dick in his mouth, hot, wet and perfect. His head went up and down, but trying not to make any noises. One of Jimin's hands went straight to Taehyung's hair and the other one was holding the phone really hard.
"Yeah, I hate when that happens… too" Jimin mumbled, almost losing his skill to talk properly.
Taehyung was really determined in his job. His mouth only let go of Jimin's dick to take it with his hand and look intently into his eyes, giving it little gentle licks while looking at him.
"Anyways. I wanted to know if I could go to your house. Are you doing something right now?" Namjoon asked, gently.
"Well, I'm a little busy right now, baby." Taehyung kissed the tip of his cock and tried to take all of it with his mouth again, almost choking but still determined. "I'm… I'm doing work. I need to finish this really important assignment for college. I'm sorry Joonie," Jimin was tilting his head back and closing his eyes. "Maybe tomorrow. Okay?" He said, voice a little strained.
"Aw, that sucks baby. Okay, tomorrow will be good, then. Good luck with your work, I will let you go now. Love you, pretty boy"
And with one hand gripping Taehyung's hair to keep him there and the other on the phone, Jimin said "I love you too, Namjoonie."
Jimin opened his eyes and made sure to end the call, throwing his phone on the other side of the couch. He put both of his hands to Taehyung's hair and pushed him a little bit lower. "You're really a little piece of shit," Jimin said, his voice loud and clear now. "You're a bastard. I can't believe this"
And if Taehyung could, he would laugh, but he had other things in mind right now. Jimin's hand tugging at his hair felt great, just the perfect amount of pain. He tapped one of his thighs to let him know that he had to let go and then he released Jimin's dick with a wet sound. His eyes were glassy, like he was about to cry and his lips were red and swollen. He started to give little kisses to Jimin's length again and then stopped at the tip, twirling his tongue around and giving it wet kisses.
“Ah, fuck” Jimin closed his eyes, moaning, and without a warning he came all over Taehyung’s face. When he opened his eyes Taehyung was looking at him, dumbfounded.
“You didn’t say anything! There's better not be cum on my fancy pants because I’m going to kill you.” He said while inspecting his pants to see if there was any stain.
“You deserve it. What if my boyfriend heard us?” Jimin smiled and grabbed Taehyung’s face with his hand, caresing one of his cheeks with his thumb. “That would be a shame.”
“Oh shut up, you little sadist” Taehyung got up and leaned forward to kiss Jimin.
“This is kind of gross” and then both of them started laughing. “Imma take care of you now” Jimin said, close to Taehyung’s face.
Jimin was good at managing his double life. Namjoon never stepped his boundaries, never tried to look on his phone, never asked a lot of questions if he said he was going to spend the day with Jungkook. That made Jimin feel a little bit of guilt, but well, it was the price to pay. He couldn’t say no to Taehyung when he asked if they could meet, they always had a great time and he liked his companion. But he also loved Namjoon's companion, Namjoon’s kind words, Namjoon’s great body, and the way he loved him, that was the most important of all, the way Namjoon treated the things that were important to him with such love and dedication. At best, maybe they could integrate Taehyung to their couple, omit how they met. Jimin never discussed polyamory with Namjoon so maybe it wasn’t that crazy, he could try to have the best of both worlds.
“Baby, what are you thinking about?” Namjoon asked, his head was on Jimin’s lap while they were watching a movie Jimin really wasn’t paying attention to.
“Just thinking about how much I love you,” Jimin smiled, touching Namjoon’s soft hair, “how great you’re” his hand was starting to caress his neck too, “how hot you’re, you don’t even realize.” Namjoon laughed, his deep voice echoing on Jimin’s ears.
“You’re great too, and so pretty, but you know that.” Namjoon moved from his comfortable spot to sit and face Jimin.
“Doesn’t hurt to remind me” Jimin kissed him, one hand on Namjoon’s face and the other one on his thigh, trying to go further.
“Wait, wait, I need to talk to you” Namjoon stopped Jimin’s hands from where they were going.
“It can’t wait?” He asked, fondness and exasperation mixed within him.
"No, it's important... And you were talking about how great I'm and... I was thinking about this, but they asked first, and now is a really good time because my-"
"Joonie, to the point" Jimin loved to hear Namjoon talk but sometimes he got lost in the middle of making the point so he needed the reminder.
"Yeah yeah, thanks babe. I... The thing is... My parents want to meet you, and I was thinking if that's okay with you..." Namjoon looked at Jimin’s eyes, his stare almost full of stars, waiting.
Jimin thought about it, the seconds he could. Did he deserve it? The honor of meeting the family, the acceptance, the love, everything. After what he was doing? Well, maybe, maybe he did. Maybe if he met Namjoon's family and they were great, maybe he could change, settle for some boring but loving life. Maybe he could add spice to it, to them. Maybe everything would fall into place then. If he only took the chance. It wasn’t like he cheated with multiple people too, maybe it can be fixed.
“Yes, I would love meeting them, Joonie.” Jimin smiled. Maybe he could change, he could stop chasing the danger to feel something and instead feel something there, in Namjoon’s safe arms. In his presence.
But now he would have to get rid of Taehyung, as difficult as it was.
“Oh thanks, Jimin! They would be really happy to meet you, you’re an angel” Namjoon smiled and took Jimin’s face between his hands, kissing the tip of his nose sweetly.
“You’re an angel too, Joon. When would it be?” Jimin giggled, happy with the decision he was trying to make.
“This weekend will be good, are you free?”
“Yes, it’s perfect, I have nothing to do this weekend.”
So… Now he had four days to talk to Taehyung, maybe take the right path for once, and end the relationship in the best way possible.
But talking to Taehyung seemed impossible that week, not because he was a coward and still wanted to get the best of both of them but because Taehyung was completely out of reach.
“But you called him, right?” Jungkook asked, his head was hanging from the couch while he was upside down, his legs supported by the wall while Jimin was sitting on the floor.
“Of course I called!!” Jimin was brushing his hair with his hands, all the strands completely out of place. He was annoyed, you could feel it in the air.
“Well, don’t be mad at me. Maybe you wanted to keep both Kims in your pocket” Jungkook laughed.
“No! Can’t you see I’m trying to make a good decision for once? Be supportive, you dumbass”
Jimin looked at his phone, the only text that he got from Taehyung in three days was one that said “sorry, I’m really busy with family stuff right now, some important reunion blablabla. Can’t wait to have fun with you ;).” Nothing more, no calls, no other texts, no random visits, nothing. He would miss the wildness in Taehyung, the soft yet hot touchs, his mischievous smile, the way he made him feel like a teenager doing something bad. But he wanted to focus on Joon, on his love and all the good things he could have. Making it right, giving the thing they had a chance. Even if his fingers ache to touch Taehyung once more, he needed to end it right there.
“Okay listen, you can hand him to me, be a good friend now that you’re trying to be a good boyfriend” Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows, as weird as it seemed while he was upside down.
“Fuck off” Jimin hit Jungkook's forehead while he got up to make something to eat.
“Ouch!” Jungkook frowned, “but listen, if he doesn’t answer now, you can always tell him later, just don’t sleep with the guy anymore and when he finally calls you, tell him “sorry, I’m a good boyfriend now, our time was fun, see ya never”, just relax, you can handle it!”
“Yeah, yeah, you’re kind of right, I just need to stop sleeping with him from now on and then goodbye. He knows the situation, he will get it” Jimin smiled, hoping Taehyung would really understand and don’t make a big deal out of it. He can be good, he will be, for Namjoon.
Jungkook spent the night at Jimin’s apartment, helping him pick a good outfit for meeting his boyfriend’s family. They watched some realities, judging the contestants and laughing. Jungkook didn’t even make it to the bed and crashed on the couch.
Jimin didn’t sleep that night.
It was the day, finally, the weekend he had been waiting for. Jungkook had breakfast with him, helped him with looking good on the outfit, even if Jimin didn’t need any help, and then left, wishing him best of luck with everything.
Namjoon would be there in any second, this was the moment where he could make everything right or know that, even if beutiful in a dream, that life wasn’t for him. He would know when Namjoon knocked on his door and when he met his parents, if he could fit in everyone else's dream reality.
Namjoon knocking on the door brought him to reality again. He got up from where he was sitting and with one deep breath to calm himself down, he opened the door.
“Hello baby” Namjoon greeted him, kissing him briefly on the lips. He was standing there, looking like a fairytale prince. A black suit combined with a white dress shirt, normal attire but it looked made perfectly to fit him. Jimin was lucky for two things, 1) He dressed accordingly and 2) That was his boyfriend. “Looking really good today” Namjoon smiled while he was looking at Jimin from head to toe.
“You look perfect.” Jimin smiled at him, stealing a peek, “I have everything, we can go now.” He closed the door after him, locking it and grabbing his boyfriend’s hand after.
“Oh, you’re excited.” A soft laugh coming out of Namjoon.
“Of course I’m, it’s an important day.” And he was, he was really excited but also dead nervous, this could change everything, what if they hated him, if they hated him and wanted Namjoon to marry a rich heiress or something… Or what if they loved him, what would he do?
“I’m glad you’re. Let’s go, I have a taxi waiting outside” Namjoon squeezed Jimin’s hand, firm and reassuring, and just like that, they were heading to the reunion they both waited for.
The ride to Namjoon’s house was fine, they talked about what they did in the week, Jimin talked about Jungkook spending the night and the adventures he had been on, nothing much, just small talk to keep Jimin distracted and relaxed.
When they arrived to the house, Jimin was almost speechless, he knew Namjoon’s parents had money but the house was big and lovely, not too big to be a mansion but enough to be above average, the garden was gigantic and full of bloomed flowers of various colors, all of them carefully podated, alive and vibrating with color. Namjoon took a deep breath and Jimin did the same, grabbing his hand again for confidence.
“I know they will love you, but no matter how this goes, remember I love you and that’s the only thing that matters, okay?” Namjoon stole a quick kiss and smiled fondly, making Jimin remember why he had fallen in love in the first place, it was not only the exterior, but the person Namjoon was, it was enough to make you be a better person.
So he decided that the moment he stepped into that house, he would be a better man.
“Jimin?” A middle aged woman greeted him warmly, “oh honey, you’re beautiful, seeing you is better that hearing Namjoonie’s descriptions.” She smiled and took a step forward, “can I hug you?” she asked politely, waiting for his consent.
“Of course” he smiled, “I’m really pleased to meet you too. Does Namjoonie talk a lot about me?” Jimin side-eyed his boyfriend, who had the face of a kid who had been caught in the middle of something he wasn’t supposed to do.
“Oh, only the normal amount” the woman laughed, it sounded just like Namjoon’s laugh and her eyes did the same cute half moon gesture as her son’s did. “I’m Namjoon’s mom, if you didn’t notice that already” She finally hugged him, it felt warm and welcoming, just like one of his mom’s hugs, the ones he missed so badly. He should visit in his free time.
“Well… Mom, this is Park Jimin.” Namjoon looked at both of them, although he was nervous, the last piece of the puzzle was fitting. Jimin finally met his family, it made him feel complete, like he was now 100% part of his life.
Jimin tried to bow to her but the woman cut him off, just to hug him again. “Ah, don’t make me feel that old, please.” She said, taking a step back from him, “come in, we will have lunch in the garden. Namjoonie, your father and brother are upstairs and your sister is waiting for you at the table already. Go greet her, she is excited to meet your Jimin”
And something about the way the woman said “your Jimin”, made him feel something in the pit of his stomach, Jimin knew it, the house, the flowers, the welcoming woman, the little sister waiting for him on the table, the brother who would want to play video games after dinner with him. He could picture it, being Namjoon’s Jimin, forever. Maybe forever is a really big word, he knows it is, but right now, all he could feel was forever.
“Let’s go, honey” His boyfriend took his hand and led him to the table in the middle of the garden. His little sister was there, waiting for them. She seemed to be no older than 12, wearing a white dress and picking flowers petals while waiting.
“Hey!” Namjoon said to her, “look who I finally brought home,” he laughed, like this was a bet going on with them or something.
Namjoon’s sister stood up and greeted Jimin very formally, he could see the blush on her face, she was shy and looked like a sweet child. Jimin loved being around kids, something about their energy and pure love made him feel like he was ready to be a dad, he knew he wasn’t but he felt it anyways. Kids bring out the best in people sometimes.
“Hey, I’m Jimin, it’s nice to meet you” He looked at her, offering his best reassuring smile to let her see it was okay, no need to be so formal.
“Hello, I am-” but before she could finish her sentence, Namjoon’s dad was there, loud and clear, laughing at something his wife said, the both of them were walking with linked arms, the corners of their eyes full of wrinkles when they smiled, those good wrinkles that mean you had lived a good life.
“Hello, sir” Jimin bowed politely, his nervousness returning to him as soon as he saw them. “Thank you for receiving me in your home”
Namjoon’s dad smiled, big, boxy, and bright. Jimin felt like he had known him for a long time.
“We’re really glad to finally meet you Jimin, please take a seat, my other son is upstairs, he had to do something more before coming to lunch.” He sounded exactly like a dad, wise but kind at the same time. An approachable smile adorning his face. “Teenagers, you know”
“Honey, he is not a teenager anymore,” Namjoon’s mom smiled. “Jimin, please, take a seat. He will be here in no time”
“Of cour-” Jimin’s phone started ringing, he didn’t want to be rude but the moment he saw the name on the screen, he knew he needed to answer. He was glad he just saved him as “kth”. “I’m so sorry, I need to take this call.” Jimin excused himself and they sat down while he walked a little far so they couldn't hear.
One deep breath, two deep breaths, really, he couldn’t pick a better moment for this. “Hello, Taehyung”
“Hey pretty thing, I have an important thing to do now, sorry for not answering your messages. I have been busy with preparations for this for the past 4 days, kind of sucks but I’m happy because my-”
“Tae, look, I really needed to talk to you these past days, I-” Jimin was hurried and nervous, he needed to cut the relationship now, but also, right now wasn’t the best time.
“Are you pregnant?” Taehyung sounded serious.
“Taehyung, wait, what? How could I?” Jimin got caught off guard.
“Oh, thank god,” he laughed, “look baby, you can tell me in person. Right now I’m busy and already late and that’s super rude today. We can talk later, ‘kay? Can’t wait to fuck you senseless. Bye!” And just like that, he ended the call.
Jimin felt frustrated but he had important things to do. He needed to go back and be a good boyfriend, get his shit together, then call Taehyung again and tell him they were no longer a thing. He will wish him the best and never see him again. He started to walk to the table and then, it happened.
All hell broke loose.
“Honey! It was about time, it’s not polite to keep a guest waiting” Namjoon’s mom said to her younger son.
“Jimin, just in time. This is my younger brother, Taehyung!” Namjoon talked and the words he said made sense but Jimin was about to faint, his face was pale and Taehyung had the same look on his face. Somehow, they managed to keep composed but were staring at each other intensely. So this was what Taehyung was planning, the lunch for him, the lunch for his brother’s boyfriend, said boyfriend he fucked numerous times.
“I didn’t talk about him a lot because I can get emotional, you know? He was in an art school in USA and he recently came back. I missed him so much, I’m so glad to have all of you here now.” Namjoon seemed really happy, he just ruined it, he couldn’t keep this a secret. He couldn’t, he fucked his brother in law, Jimin was about to vomit. “Jimin, come here, sit”
Namjoon put his hand on the small of Jimin’s back and guided him to his seat next to him. Taehyung didn’t say a word, he looked pale and couldn’t stop looking at Jimin, he wasn’t sure if Taehyung felt the same guilt as him or if he was just dumbfounded. But Jimin needed to talk, needed to say something, maybe a small chance of making it right was possible.
“Nice to meet you Taehyung, I’m Jimin, your brother's boyfriend.” Jimin smiled, the most brilliant smile he could, trying to make the best of the horrible situation he was in.
“Nice to meet you Jimin, I hope we can get along.” Taehyung offered the same bright boxy smile, the same as Namjoon’s dad, that’s why Jimin felt he already knew the man.
“Yeah, I hope so too.” Said Jimin, pretending he didn’t knew Taehyung at all.