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“All dancers on stage!”
Jimin groans at the shrill yell of the director calling them over. His orange and black ears flattened to his head in an attempt to drown out the sound. He has better hearing than most other hybrids, so whenever shouting is involved, a headache soon follows.
He slowly gets up from the floor and makes his way over to center stage, stretching his arms as he goes. Various breeds of hybrids run past him as they make their way to their corners, trying not to feel the wrath of the director.
Glancing around, he finally locates Taehyung. The cute puppy hybrid off to the side waiting for the actors to be called on stage as well. As if sensing eyes on him, Taehyung glances around until he makes eye contact with Jimin, his slowly swaying tail starting to wag itself much faster at the sight of his best friend.
Jimin giggles at the sight, his own black and orange calico tail swaying faster as well.
There are not many like him, and he doesn’t just mean the calico cat breed. He means hybrid feline breed in general.
For some unknown reason, the feline hybrid breed has been decreasing over the years for unknown causes. It’s almost a rarity to find a feline nowadays.
Normally, that would be a thing that Jimin is okay with happening. It’s the way life works but, this does hinder one aspect of his life.
Imprinting.
Hybrids can only imprint on the same species as their own. Different species couples are a very prominent aspect of their society, but imprinting can only happen between the same species. Imprinting is when a hybrid’s body and smell are so compatible and pleasing to the other hybrid, their own body and mind unconsciously latches onto that hybrid, trying to win them over and mate them.
It doesn’t happen often though; most people seek comfort in partners from different hybrid species, and once that couple mates, they mate for life and are unable to imprint on anyone else.
Imprinting doesn’t always end in mating either. Their bodies might be physically attracted to each other, but their personalities might be too different for them to overcome. They might not have anything in common, so actually getting to know each other might be a challenge.
Needless to say, Jimin isn’t too worried about finding a mate. It’ll just have to be somebody he doesn’t imprint on. He might not even find a mate! Who knows? It’s not like he is in a rush.
Jimin takes his place on center stage, the bright lights shining down on him and his fellow hybrid dancers. He and Taehyung landed their dream jobs right after college at the Seoul National Theater. Taehyung as one of the main actors and Jimin as one of the main dancers.
Here they are, one year later, both only twenty-four years of age and developing quite a name for themselves in the theater world.
The music begins in the background, rousing Jimin from his musings. He stands front and center, moving slowly and elegantly. This time around, the performance requires a more modern dance. Sliding across the floor, trying to recreate the movement of water. The piece ending with the dancers coming together in the center, seemingly entrapped together by their limbs.
Whistling and rapid clapping come from the side of the stage where Taehyung is standing, his puppy tail wagging back in forth hitting the people standing next to him.
“That’s my best friend right there, bitches! Look at him! The most beautiful man you’ve ever laid your eyes on!” Taehyung cheers, a wide smile spread across his face.
Jimin blushes at the overly exaggerated compliment. “Tae, shut up!” He whisper-shouts, power walking over to the left side of the stage. Others all around them snicker at their bantering. It’s nothing new to them; they’ve gotten used to it a long time ago.
“Why must you say this every time you see me dance?” Jimin chuckles out as he reaches Taehyung, their tails brushing against each other in greeting.
Taehyung wraps his arm around Jimin’s shoulder, steering him off stage and back towards the changing rooms. “Because it’s true Chim! I will always be your number one hype man until the end of time!”
Jimin rolls his eyes as they open the door to one of the dressing room, entering the room and sprawling out on the couch, whipping their phones out quickly while they take their short break before it starts back up.
The two cuddle together on the couch, their tails intertwining in as Jimin lays down on top of Taehyung while his ears tickle the underside of the puppy hybrid’s chin. Silence falls over them as they scroll through social media, Jimin pausing for a quick selfie to upload to snapchat.
“Oh hey,” Jimin calls out, “you never did tell me if your brothers were coming to the performance next week or not.”
“Oh yeah! I forgot to mention it,” Taehyung exclaims. “Seokjin and Namjoon will both be coming to the opening night. Seokjin will also be bringing Hoseok along. It’s still early into their relationship, but those two are joined at the hip since they both imprinted on each other at the same time.”
Jimin giggles. “They are so cute together. The cutest dog hybrids around.”
“Hey!” Taehyung whines as he smacks Jimin’s butt. “They aren’t as cute as me.”
“Of course not,” Jimin agrees, mock sympathy showing. “Is Namjoon bringing anyone?”
Taehyung sets his phone down and starts stroking Jimin’s head, playing with his ears after every other stroke. “Yeah, he actually is! But it’s not anybody of romantic interest. He is bringing a friend from work.”
Jimin lifts his head up and stares at Taehyung in confusion. “Namjoon works at a music studio though?”
The puppy hybrid raises an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
“So you’re telling me that a producer from a big music company is coming to one of our performances even though he doesn’t know us?”
Taehyung lets out a chuckle. “Chim, people come to our performances all the time and they don’t know us. They come because we are the best of the best!”
Jimin shrugs his shoulders slightly. “True I guess. I don’t know, it’s just we all hang out a lot and we’ve never heard of this guy.”
Firm hands come to reach up and push Jimin off the body underneath him, so that the two are side by side on the couch, their break almost coming to an end. “Joonie said that something happened in this guy’s life where he had to take a huge responsibility, so he took his time trying to handle that. Because of this responsibility, he hasn’t been able to go out much lately. Probably why we’ve never met him before.”
Jimin hops up off the couch, reaching a hand out and dragging Taehyung up with him. “If Namjoon thinks highly of him, I’m sure we will too. Did he say what his name was?”
“Oh yeah! He said his name is Min Yoongi.”
---
The sound of tapping slowly drives Jimin insane the longer he sits on their couch, but he can’t help it. The pre-show nerves are getting the best of him yet again. Netflix is playing on the TV, but Jimin can’t bring himself to concentrate on the show at all, his mind running a million miles a minute over what could go wrong on the opening night of the performance.
Eventually, he hears a sigh sounding like Taehyung. “Jimin I can hear you from here bitch! We’ll do fine tonight!” He yells from the kitchen of their shared apartment.
It’s a nice apartment because the duo make a good amount of money from the theater company. They aren’t rich yet, but a few more years with the paychecks they are getting now and they will get close.
Jimin huffs, sinking further into the couch to wallow in his misery. “I know that Tae, but you know how my mind works! I’m a worrier!”
A deep chuckle comes from the entryway into the kitchen as Taehyung comes to join Jimin on the couch, flopping his ass down with his bowl full of chips.
“Jimin, my bestest bro, I know you are hesitant about dating anybody, but I feel like you need to get yourself a man who can teach you that not everything is going to follow a plan in life. Sometimes you just need to wing it! And sometimes if you do plan something, everything can change last minute and you just have to adapt,” Taehyung rattles off while slapping his hand on Jimin’s knee, rubbing it slightly.
The cat hybrid offers a small smile in agreement. “I know, I know. I feel like I need to relax, but it’s hard to change!”
Taehyung jumps up again starts heading towards his bedroom. “Jimin, I say this because I love you but you really need to branch out and experience more things. Gain some life experiences that’ll throw your careful planning out the window!”
“Tae, you know I’m not really a partier! I’m not comfortable in those situations unlike you!”
The puppy hybrid stops walking and turns back around to face Jimin. “I’m not talking about partying Chim! There are literally so many other ways you can branch out! Try doing something new for once,” he finishes while turning back around and heading to his door. “Oh and also get your ass off that couch and get ready! We have a performance to put on!”
Jimin stares at the place he was just standing at, thinking over what Taehyung said. He does have a point. Taehyung goes out to party or hang out with theater friends quite a bit, while Jimin normally justs goes home and does nothing. It’s been a while since Jimin actually went out for the sake of doing something fun.
That’ll have to change.
---
The performance goes off without a hitch just like Taehyung said it would. Jimin almost messed up in the middle of the performance because the bright lights and the heat of the crowd made him sweat more than usual, his feet almost slipping on the ground.
Nevertheless, the show continued and the crowd gave them a standing ovation at the end, cheering and hollering their praises, leaving Jimin in a happy afterglow.
He is so caught up in his happiness as he heads back towards his and Tae’s dressing room, that he forgets what is actually waiting for him once he opens the door: Taehyung, Taehyung’s two older brothers, a mate to one of the brothers, and some unknown stranger that the other brother brought.
Jimin doesn’t even have time to process their faces before Taehyung launches himself at the cat hybrid. “Jimin you were amazing! We were amazing!”
A chuckle gets passed around the room as Taehyung’s enthusiasm. Everyone in the room abruptly freezes though at the sound of a growl escaping someone’s mouth, a growl Jimin doesn’t recognize.
There, off to the side, is the most beautiful feline hybrid Jimin has ever laid his eyes on. The man is practically a walking model, a complete 10 in Jimin’s mind. He’s wearing a simple black outfit, but it hugs him in all the right places, highlighting his broad chest. Two leopard ears stick out at the top of his head and they contrast beautifully against his black hair. His long leopard tail can be slightly seen behind his legs.
The thing that’s throwing Jimin off is that the man has a slightly defensive stance, his ears flat against his head with his top lip cocked up in a snarl while his eyes stare daggers into Taehyung.
The room is awkwardly silent for a split second before it’s broken by Taehyung’s snickering as he slowly releases Jimin and steps away. Namjoon, Taehyung’s older brother, shuffles awkwardly to his friend’s side.
“Dude, what the fuck are you hissing at my brother for?” He whisper yells. It’s only then that the stranger snaps out of it, a pretty pink blush spreading across his face as he curls in on himself, trying to his body appear smaller.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” the man explains, his deep voice still laced with a slight growl. Warmth fills Jimin at the stranger’s voice, causing him to squirm slightly.
Taehyung’s snickering grows into loud cackling as gaze switches between the two feline hybrids. “Oh I know exactly what just happened.”
Jimin glare daggers into the side of his best friend’s head, hoping that he would magically shut up.
An awkward chuckle escapes Hoseok. “Well that was eventful but strange. Let’s move onto introductions shall we?” He questions, trying to get rid of the tension in the room.
Namjoon steps forward slightly. “Well everyone met him five minutes ago except Jimin,” he explains while turning the dancer. “Well Jimin! I think I would like to formally introduce my best friend, Min Yoongi. He is a leopard hybrid and he also works as a music producer at BigHit like myself.”
Yoongi seems to brace himself before he steps forward and gives a slight bow. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Jimin.”
Before Jimin can respond, a snicker is heard from behind him. “Oh, I bet it is,” Taehyung laughs.
Both feline hybrids blush a bright red and Jimin starts smacking his hands all over Taehyung’s body, a hiss falling from his lips.
Several loud laughs interrupt their fighting and Jimin whips his head around towards Seokjin and Hoseok, the two of them laughing in realization as they finally caught on. Namjoon, who is standing beside them, has his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looks around the room before a look of understanding spreads across his face, a smile following soon after.
Panic floods Jimin’s senses, not understanding what is happening. His scent must change to show his worry, because in a blink of an eye, Yoongi has a hand behind his back as he ushers him outside of the dressing room into the empty hallway.
Yoongi slams the door in their friends cackling faces and silence instantly fills their space as Jimin stares stunned at the other man. As if they haven’t just met each other, Yoongi crowds Jimin’s space and rubs his back soothingly, emitting a calming scent from his body to try and relax the calico cat hybrid.
Jimin lets it happen because he has to admit that it’s working. It only takes about a minute before Jimin calms down. That’s when Yoongi decides to speak up.
“I’m sorry about all of that. I wanted to get you out of there so I could explain properly what just happened.”
Jimin turns to look him at him, a sigh escaping his lips while he rolls his eyes. “I’ve been friends with them for a long time now, I know to handle their teasing. The only thing I’m confused about is why they were teasing.”
Jimin watches as Yoongi swallows nervously, one hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck, but he doesn’t break eye contact.
“Well you see, I guess it’s, ah, I guess it’s because I growled at Taehyung.”
A confused look appears of Jimin’s face.
“And why did you growl at him?”
Yoongi’s cheeks turn a slight pink at his next words. “I growled at him because, during your performance on stage, I imprinted with you, and when I was finally in a smaller setting with you, Taehyung jumped all over you masking your smell.”
Jimin’s mouth gapes open at the man. “You, you imprinted on me?”
He’s never been imprinted on before.
“Yes, and I know it’s cliche as fuck to imprint on someone first glance, but I did, and obviously you didn’t based on your reaction, and that’s totally fine, I’m a complete stranger, like I said its fin—”
“Yoongi, calm down,” Jimin chuckles while grabbing Yoongi’s shoulders. “You’re rambling.”
The leopard hybrid offers him a kind smile. “Let me do this right. Park Jimin. I know you haven’t imprinted on me, not saying you will or won’t, but I have imprinted on you. Would you like to go on a date with me sometime to get to know each other better?”
A grin breaks across Jimin’s face. “I would love to.”
The returning smile he gets makes his heart flutter in his chest.
“Good, because I don’t know what I would’ve done if you said no.”
“Nail this date and you’ll never have to know that answer.”
---
“Oh my god that was fucking hilarious! He growled at me! Oh my gosh,” Taehyung laughs as they enter their apartment. He practically throws himself on the nearest flat surface, dropping his bags as the cackling continues.
Jimin lets a shy smile appear on his face while a blush slowly starts to form on his round cheeks. “I can’t believe I was the only one who didn’t realize what happened. He had to explain it to me for heaven’s sake! How pathetic am I?” He questions while groaning, the smile long gone by now.
“This has never happened before to you Chim because the feline hybrid population is small! It’s fine!” Taehyung reassures as they head farther into their apartment towards their bedrooms, ready to pass out from exhaustion.
“It’s still embarrassing! This man is my literal wet dream all wrapped up into one man, and I managed to make a fool out of myself. Also! I didn’t even imprint on him back! He probably thinks I don’t like him at all,” Jimin whines, slumping against his bedroom door while Taehyung opens his up and steps inside.
“Chimmy, my friend, not everyone imprints at first sight. For some hybrids, it takes longer. Seokjin, for example, took two whole months to imprint on Hoseok even though he already imprinted in the first week. He had to get used to his scent and feel comfortable around him. You’re overreacting.”
Jimin opens up his door and shuffles into his room, intent on sleeping off his sorrows. “I’m just a little scared that’s all. No one has ever really shown that much interest in me besides a booty call.”
He hears Taehyung scoff from behind him. “And that’s their own fucking loss because you are the nicest and most beautiful person inside and out on this planet. Anyway, I also find it really ironic that I was just telling you that you needed to find someone to shake up your carefully planned life, and here we are less than 24 hours later!” he finishes with a chuckle.
Jimin just rolls his eyes and shuts his door in Taehyung’s face. He quickly rips off his clothes and changes into his silky pajamas, the shorts and tank top belonging to the women’s section of the store, but Jimin likes to feel pretty and silk pajamas are pretty.
Without any grace at all, he flops down onto the bed with his phone in hand, hoping to catch up on social media right before bed. Before he can even open his instagram, his phone starts to ring and Yoongi’s contact pops up.
Nervousness and giddiness flood his system as he waits to answer for several seconds, not trying to seem too eager.
“Hello?”
A deep voice that makes heat spread through his body answers back. “Jimin-ah. I’m glad you answered.”
Jimin releases a soft chuckle. “Of course I would answer! We just saw each other an hour ago though. Can I ask why you are calling?”
There is a soft rustling sound over the phone before he answers. “You’re going to think I’m weird, but I just felt uneasy ever since we parted. I wanted to make sure you made it home safe.”
Oh.
Oh, does that thought make Jimin blush with happiness.
“We made it home safely Yoongi,” Jimin giggles out, a big smile already on his face.
Is this what a crush feels like?
A relieved sigh can be heard through the phone speaker. “That’s good. Is it weird that I instantly feel better now? Like I can finally sleep? Cause this is definitely a weird feeling for me.”
“I actually think this is a normal side effect to imprinting on someone! I’m not weirded out at all.”
Before Yoongi can answer though, a soft voice can be heard in the background of Yoongi’s side of the phone. It seems to ask a question because Yoongi quietly replies. “Not yet Bun, I’ll be over in a second.”
Bun? What the hell is Bun?
“I have to go in a second Jimin, but I was wondering if you wanted to meet on Saturday for our date? I already have it planned out if you don’t mind.”
Jimin lets out a chuckle. “Oh, you already have it planned out? Eager, are we?”
Yoongi laughs into the speaker softly. “Well, it’s sort of a pass or fail date actually.”
At this Jimin instantly sobers up. “Oh?” he replies, his nerves starting to seep through.
Yoongi is quick to reassure him. “No please don’t worry, Jimin! You’ll see when it happens, it’s not that bad!”
Jimin is still slightly nervous despite Yoongi’s reassurance, but he calms himself. “Okay, yeah we’ll see how it goes. Saturday morning around 10?”
Yoongi hums in agreement. “And we’ll meet at Westside park okay?”
Hmm, a park.
“Yeah sure! 10 am at Westside Park. sounds good to me.”
The call ends soon after and Jimin reaches over to plug his phone into the nightstand, setting his alarm for the morning. Several questions get jumbled in his mind as he lays in bed just thinking out the phone call.
Why a park? What or who is Bun? Why is the date a make or break for their relationship?
“Just sleep Jimin. No use in questioning it now,” he mumbles, wrapping himself further in his blankets. Sleep soon welcomes him right after.
---
Jimin nervously paces in front of the mirror. It’s currently 9 in the morning on the Saturday he is supposed to meet Yoongi. He has dressed cutely, his skinny jeans hugging his curves while his torso is wrapped in a warm oversized sweater. His blond hair is extra fluffy this morning, and his eyes have a little eyeshadow to match the color of the sweater. He can’t forget his tail and ears as well. Those have been properly groomed several times, the hair soft and perfectly in place.
It’s a weekend, so Taehyung is naturally still sleeping, but Jimin has been awake since 7 with nerves. Apparently, this is the deciding date. If he succeeds, he can go on another date. If he doesn’t, no more dates with the leopard hybrid for him.
Not to mention, Yoongi hasn’t told him anything about the date. Nothing.
That doesn’t exactly ease Jimin’s mind considering he loves to plan out everything. Now he doesn’t know what to expect.
Wanting to arrive a little early because he knows there will be traffic slowing him down, he grabs his car keys and heads to the parking garage. By the time he finds parking near the park, it’s already 9:45.
Without a clear destination in mind, he hops out of the car and heads for a bench, intent on waiting until Yoongi calls or texts him.
Sure enough, Yoongi calls him five minutes later. “Are you here?”
“Yep! I just got here!”
Jimin can hear him chuckle into the phone at his enthusiasm. “Good, head towards the playground in the center and you’ll see me on one of the benches off to the side.”
The cat hybrid is already walking towards the center by the time the call cuts off, curiosity almost getting the best of him as he gets closer and closer towards the playground full of little, cute hybrids. Jimin has always had a soft spot for kids, so a big grin crosses his face at the sight of them.
“Jimin!”
He whips his head around to the voice, spying Yoongi off to the side waving at him. His smile grows at the sight of the man. He looks even more attractive than the last time he met him. His black hair is fluffy while he wears a warm outfit of blacks and greys.
“Hi Yoongi!” Jimin practically sings out while rushing towards him. The elder smiles at the sight, his face morphing into a gummy smile.
“Good morning, Jiminie,” Yoongi replies with a smile. Jimin blushes at the nickname and sits down next to the man on the bench.
“Good morning Yoongi, it’s nice out today.”
Yoongi scoots a little bit closer to Jimin on the bench, their legs slightly touching. “Perfect weather for the activities we have in store for the day.”
Curiosity has been ever-present in Jimin’s mind since they set the date, and now he is even more curious. “And what might those be—”
“Daddy!”
Jimin whips his head around to the toddler that approached them quietly, startling as he stares down at the boy before he actually registers what the kid said.
Standing before the two of them on a bench is a little boy, no older than 4, with big white bunny ears on top of his head and a short white tail to match. He has a big smile on his adorable round face as he runs at Yoongi’s legs and hoists himself up on his lap.
“Daddy! I found this really smooth rock and it’s pretty and I wanted to give it to you since you’re pretty too!” The exclaims happily, his short little legs swinging back and forth as they hang off over Yoongi’s lap.
Shock still colors Jimin’s face, but a big smile appears on his face at the sight of the cutest kid he has ever seen. Yoongi has a smile on his face, but he glances nervously between the two of them, trying to gauge Jimin’s reaction to the revelation.
Jimin suddenly gets it.
He gets why Yoongi was so hesitant to tell him. He gets why this date is a make or break for them. Yoongi doesn’t have time to casually date. He has a son he needs to put first in his life. Vaguely Jimin recalls Taehyung saying that Namjoon mentioned Yoongi had to take on a new responsibility, so that’s why he hasn’t been to any of their usual get-togethers.
Jimin can see out of the corner of his eye that Yoongi is staring at him intently, trying to catch his eye, but Jimin has a different plan.
The little bunny boy finally notices Jimin then as he gazes up at him in curiosity, his floppy ears twitching a little. He gaze seems to travel upwards and he obviously finds something he likes, because a second later his whole mouth is transforming into a big smile, his cute front teeth prominent.
“Daddy look! He’s a little meow meow like you too!”
Jimin breaks out into giggles at the mortification the seeps across Yoongi’s face. Little Meow Meow?
Trying to remember his manners, Jimin bows his head slightly in greeting. “Well, hello there bunny boy. My name is Jimin and I’m a calico cat hybrid.”
The bunny boy giggles back and bows is head too. “My name’s Jeongguk! I’m four years old and I’m a bunny hybrid!” He exclaims excitedly.
Jimin quickly glances to see Yoongi staring at the two with a relieved smile on his face.
Jeongguk slides off Yoongi’s lap and reaches his hand out for Jimin. “Daddy I know Jiminie is your friend, but I want to play with him today. He looks fun!”
And Jimin’s heart practically melts. Jeongguk doesn’t know it, but he already holds half of Jimin’s heart in the palm of his hands.
Yoongi chuckles at his son. “And I’m not fun Jeongukkie?” He questions while grabbing Jimin’s hand and standing up, not letting go. “I actually invited him here today so that we could all play together today. How does that sound?”
Jeongguk hops up and down in excitement, his happiness radiating off of him as he reaches for Yoongi’s other open hand. “Yay!”
The three walk hand in hand towards the park, Jeongguk buzzing in excitement at the aspect of swinging. Jimin leans closer to bring his lips closer to Yoongi’s ear. “Little Meow Meow huh?”
He giggles as Yoongi sighs. “For your information, it’s actually Lil Meow Meow.”
Jimin can’t stop giggling. “Oh I’m sorry, Lil Meow Meow. How adorable.”
A blush makes its way across Yoongi’s cheeks, but a shy smile appears as well.
Jeongguk squeals and rips his hand from Yoongi’s, running forward and launching himself at one of the swings. Yoongi chuckles as he looks on with love and fondness.
Jimin’s mind is full of questions, but those can be saved until after the date. Until when it’s just the two of them. When they can sit down and talk about all of this because obviously, their relationship is going to much different than other newly formed ones.
Their dates will consist of playing in the park or coloring books, not fancy dinners and or late night romantic strolls. Movie dates will be cartoons and animated instead of romance movies. Sex will have to be planned perfectly for when Jeongguk is at a friend’s house or a babysitter.
But Jimin doesn’t mind.
If anything, he welcomes it. Everything in his life has gone perfectly for him. But, there hasn’t been adventure. If anything, it’s been bland besides the presence of Taehyung and the others. It might be a little difficult at first adjusting to it, given how well planned out his life is, but it’s something new and exciting.
Something he hopes he doesn’t mess up.
“Daddy come push me please!”
Yoongi’s hand slips from Jimin’s and he offers an apologetic smile as he steps forward towards his son to push him on the swing. Jimin smiles at the sight.
He’s always loved kids. He has nothing against the cuties, and he especially has nothing against Jeongguk the adorable bunny hybrid with his white floppy ears and puffy whitetail peaking out from above his pants.
Yoongi gazes back at Jimin every now and then, catching his eye and nodding his head forward, signaling for Jimin to come over and play as well. It’s then that Jimin remembers this is a trial date. He has to nail this one.
As he walks forward to join them he only has one thought rushing through his mind.
Oh god, how he hopes he doesn’t mess this up.
---
Surprisingly enough, the date goes well. And half of the reason is probably Jeongguk’s love for feline hybrids in general. The “Lil Meow Meows” of the world.
After the time at the park, the three left and went to get lunch at one of Jeongguk’s favorite restaurants.
“The chicken strips are the best here Jiminie!”
When they went to the arcade after lunch, Jeongguk immediately went to the dance dance revolution game. Challenging Jimin to a dance off where Jimin purposefully lost, not telling him that he dances professionally for a living quite yet. They danced and danced until Jimin tapped out, wanting a break even though Jeongguk carried on.
With Jeongguk distracted, Yoongi pulls Jimin off to the side.
“I’m sorry this is not going at all how you had planned. I used to work a lot, but ever since Jeonggukie entered my life, I’ve cut back my hours to spend time with him more often. I want to be there for him every step of the way.”
Before Yoongi can even finish his sentence, Jimin already has a hand up waving in the air trying to stop him.
“I don’t mind at all Yoongi! I think you have this fear that I’ll suddenly just up and leave this date because you brought your son along. I don’t know what you had to go through in the past, but I won’t do that. You having a son just proves there are more sides of you. Sides I would like to continue to explore.”
A warm smile appears on Yoongi’s face as he reaches forward and laces their fingers together, tugging Jimin close so he can nuzzle the younger on the side of the face, showing gratefulness through the exchanging of scents. Jimin practically purrs at the feeling, returning the nuzzling before he lets him go with a smile. Content with the smell of Yoongi now on him.
“We can talk all about this later, but until then, let’s enjoy the day with Jeongguk,” Jimin hums, pulling their intertwined hands until they reach the bunny hybrid playing a game.
When the trio finally parts ways before dinner, Jeongguk pulls Jimin into a hug claiming he wants to see “his Jiminie” again soon for another play date. Yoongi and Jimin awkwardly hug while Jeongguk stares at them intently, promising to call each other soon as they part ways.
When Jimin finally returns home, he does with a soft smile on his face. A soft smile that has Taehyung screaming at him for all the details.
“He has a kid? No fucking way! And a bunny hybrid above all else! Old college fling gone wrong or something?” Taehyung questions with enthusiasm, trying to feed off the drama.
Jimin gives a small shrug. “No clue honestly. We didn’t talk about the backstory behind Jeongguk and I wasn’t going to pry. It was only the first date after all.”
Taehyung just nods his head in understanding. “Were they nice to you, Chim?”
At this, Jimin nods his head enthusiastically. “The nicest ever. Jeongukkie is such a sweet boy, and Yoongi is everything I’m looking for in a mate so far.”
The dog hybrid ruffles Jimin’s hair lovingly. “Then that’s all that matters right now.”
---
Weeks pass by, constant phone calls and dates between the trio.
And Jimin loves every second of it.
Most of the time, Yoongi is the only one who calls. Those phone calls happening late at night and they both share what happened to them that day. His low, sleepy voice filling Jimin’s body with giddiness.
Other times, Yoongi calls during the day but Jeongguk is always the first to say hello. Those phone calls normally switch into a facetime call half-way through so he can see the father and son duo.
But every once in awhile, Jeongguk will figure out how to call Jimin when his father isn’t looking. His cute little voice whining over the phone how he misses his Jiminie.
“We have a date scheduled in a couple days Bun Bun. You can hold out until then cutie,” Jimin will always giggle back.
The two have only been in Jimin’s life for a couple week, but he can’t picture himself without them anymore. The bond they formed over this short period is so strong at this point, it’s as if they’ve known each other for years.
Yoongi has this habit of bringing his camera with him on all of their dates. He snaps pictures of the two whenever they aren’t looking, the smiles present in every photograph. Other times he has the pose, silly poses that have them laughing before they are even done. And then on the rare occasion, he’ll ask a passerby to take a photo of all three of them.
Those are Jimin’s favorites.
What comes next after a few weeks of dating doesn’t even surprise him.
It’s on one of their weekly dates when it happens.
Jimin finally imprints on Yoongi.
He can feel the exact moment it happens too. One minute he is sitting calmly with Jeongguk on his lap in their favorite cafe, the two laughing over a story Yoongi is telling them about work, and the next minute his senses are only filled with Yoongi’s scent. The overwhelming urge to protect and be the best for this person slamming against his skull.
Yoongi’s eyes widen at the overwhelming scent of Jimin radiating around them before they disappear into a gummy smile as he realizes what just happened.
Jeongguk looks between the two, confused at what is happening.
Yoongi smiles down at his son, a happy blush on his cheeks. “You’ll find out when you’re older Bun.”
---
The frustrating part to all of this though is that even is they both have imprinted and obviously like each other more than friends, nothing has been done even somewhat romantically between them. Not even a single kiss.
Don’t get him wrong, Jimin loves Jeongguk and he loves hanging out when it’s the three of them, but they had a talk recently where they wanted Jeongguk to get used to Jimin before they introduced him as his father’s boyfriend.
It’s just frustrating. Dating someone without even doing anything remotely romantic between them. Jimin has urges okay? Urges that he can’t say in front Jeongguk at all. Like the fact he wants Yoongi to dick him down so hard he can’t walk for a week.
Yeah, you definitely can't say that in front of children.
Jimin’s lying in bed, thinking about all of this when Yoongi calls.
“Hey Lil Meow Meow,” Jimin giggles out, knowing how much his boyfriend doesn’t really like the nickname at all.
“Two seconds into the conversation and you’re already making fun of me. What is this slander?” Yoongi chuckles through the phone.
The banter falls easy between the two, small disses here and there laced with love.
“Anyway, how was your day baby?”
Jimin smiles at the nickname. “Good, good. I’ve been thinking about some things though.”
A questioning hum can be heard through the speaker.
“We’re boyfriends ya? Why haven’t we done anything romantic yet. We haven’t even kissed for crying out loud!” Jimin starts off slow but ends with a shout.
Yoongi chuckles. “We agreed to ease Jeongukkie into the aspect of us dating.”
Jimin rolls his eyes. “The boy loves me Yoongi! I’m sure he would be ecstatic to find out we are dating. I just want to share kisses, have sex, and cuddle. In that order.”
There is silence on the other end of a second. The only sound that can be heard is the increasing heavy breathing of Yoongi.
“Is my baby needy?” Yoongi questions, his voice dropping several octaves. “Does he miss me?”
Oh.
Jimin’s mouth runs dry at the questions. His legs starting to rub together for some type of friction. “Your baby is needy and for good reason too. I haven’t been given any attention.”
“I want you to touch yourself baby, can you do that?”
With Yoongi’s permission, Jimin’s hand slides down his chest, all the way to his pants, his bulge obvious in the soft lace material of his pajama shorts. He bites his lip in pleasure at the feeling of his hand palming his cock, a soft whimper escaping him as his tail thumps excitedly against the bed.
“You never answered me, baby,” Yoongi growls out, the sound of rustling in the background on his end.
“Yes, yes Yoongi. I can touch myself for you,” Jimin whines.
Yoongi groans through the phone. “Do it baby. Slick yourself up and touch your pretty little cock for me.”
Following orders, Jimin brings his hand up to his mouth and spits on it, while his other hand slides his silk shorts down his legs, his semi-hard cock springing free. His spit covered hand returns to his dick, stroking it just the way Jimin likes.
But he knows it isn’t good enough.
“Yoongi,” he whines into the phone, “my hand isn’t big enough. I want it to be you doing this to me.”
A hiss practically escapes Yoongi’s mouth. “I know baby, we’ll be together soon, but for now you’ll have to imagine me there. Stroking my hands against your cute little cock while I eat you out. Your smell mixing with mine in the air as I tug your tail, stroking the pleasure spot only other felines know about.”
A loud whimper escapes Jimin as he drops the phone onto the pillow next to his ear, his now free hand reaching around and stroking his tail as well. The duel feeling making him whimper in need.
“P-Please Yoongi.”
Matching groans of pleasure can be heard from Yoongi’s end. “I would tie your hands up so you couldn’t move. You would only be able to take everything I gave you as I slammed into you from behind so hard you wouldn’t even be able to remember your own name. Breed you full of my cum that your pretty little belly would swell up. Would you like that baby?”
At this point, Jimin is a drooling mess all over his pillow, both hands working on his cock and tail, trying to reach his climax. A steady flow of whimpers leave him as his climax approaches, his hands moving faster and faster.
“Are you close baby?”
Jimin just whimpers in response.
“Let go for me. Show me how good you are.”
And it’s as if a coil in him snaps, Yoongi’s words pushing him over the edge. His cum spurting all over his hand and chest while his tail curls up in ecstasy. Heavy pheromones spreading all throughout the room, practically suffocating Jimin.
Jimin listens on and Yoongi lets out a few more grunts followed by a loud moan, the leopard hybrid finding his release as well.
The two don’t talk for the first couple minutes, only choosing to hold onto their little bubble for a moment longer.
“Wow,” Jimin giggles out but his face quickly holds a look of disgust at the feeling of drying cum all over his body.
“Wow indeed,”Yoongi sighs happily through the phone. “We should do that again sometime baby.”
Jimin justs huffs into the phone, already getting up to head into his bathroom to wash himself off. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you! Look at all this good stuff we’re missing out on just because you’re being a prude.”
Yoongi just scoffs. “My apologies. Next time I see you I’ll just ravish you then and there, regardless of who watches.”
Jimin laughs. “If you don’t have sex with me within the next three weeks, I’ll jump you myself out in public. I think you’re finally going to find out just how horny I can actually be now that you’ve given the green light.”
“You know what I just realized?”
Jimin picks a warm washcloth and whips the come cum from his chest and cock. “What?”
“We had phone sex before we even kissed.”
Jimin throws the cloth in the sink and heads back to his bed, content of sleeping naked as tiredness fills his system. “Well then, expect a kiss from me next time I see you, regardless if Jeongguk is there or not.”
Yoongi hums in agreement, the sound of sheets rustling through the phone. “Should I tell him? That we’re dating. It would make life a lot easier.”
“Go ahead. I think he has the right to know.”
“Okay, okay. I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted. Phone sex really takes a lot out of a person,” Yoongi laughs into the phone.
“Good night Lil Meow Meow,” Jimin sighs, happiness evident in his voice.
“Good night baby.”
---
Holding true to the promise, they have their first kiss the next time they meet.
But it isn’t at all how Jimin pictured it to go.
He pictured two options.
The first being a shy, awkward kiss full of blushing and giddiness. The second being a heated kiss with no hesitation, just pure want.
What he didn’t picture was Taehyung leaving for the day, the apartment all to Jimin, but the feeling didn’t last long as Yoongi rushes into his apartment with Jeongguk in one arm, a bag full of toddler supplies in the other, glancing at Jimin briefly before he set the both of them in the living room. He turns back around quickly and grabs Jimin’s face to give him a brief, but deep kiss.
And with that, Yoongi is off, already out the door and to the elevators before Jimin can even process what happened.
It’s silent for a second before Jimin can hear the soft little pad on feet over the floor, getting closer to his shell-shocked body. He feels a slight tug on his wrist, a small little hand encompassing his has he looks down at Jeongguk, a smile on the boy’s face as he stares back.
“Daddy said that if he stayed and talked, he wouldn’t be able to leave. He also you knew you had the day off so you’re going to playing with me today while daddy got called into work.”
Jimin glares at the door where Yoongi escaped. The coward.
He just lets out a sigh as he scoops Jeongguk up in his arms, the bunny boy letting out a giggle as he squirms. Jimin’s pout is instantly replaced by a smile at the sound of laughter.
Jeongguk suddenly stops moving, the boy reaching forward and wrapping his little arms around Jimin’s neck as he leans forward and hugs him, his floppy bunny ear awkwardly slapping Jimin in the face.
“Daddy told me that you and him are dating now. Like what other parents do.”
Jimin stills and glances down at the top of the boy’s head, waiting for him to continue.
“I’m really glad because I love Jiminie so much and daddy does too! Daddy is really happy when he is with you and I like it when he’s happy! I want you to be my other daddy!” He exclaims while his head is still hidden in Jimin’s neck.
Jimin chuckles as he leans down and kisses the top of his head. “Everything he told you is true Bun Bun. You won’t be getting rid of me anytime soon.”
He doesn’t even realize he’s crying until the first couple tears fall, dripping on Jeongguk’s head. Jeongguk leans back startled and he quickly lurches forward and peppers Jimin’s face with little bunny kisses.
“Don’t cry Jiminie!”
And at this, Jimin just cries harder. “Don’t worry Bun Bun, these are tears of joy. You make my heart really happy.”
Jeongguk leans back and giggles in Jimin’s arms, his little bunny ears flopping all around. “You make my heart happy too my Jiminie.”
---
The morning is spent watching cartoons and coloring, the two content with staying inside for the day since the wind is strong outside, Jeongguk adamant about not ending up in the wind.
“It makes my ears fly all around!”
So the two relax, enjoy each other’s presence, and eat unhealthy food all morning.
“The only thing that would make this even better was if Yoongi was here,” Jimin states while sitting down next to Jeongguk as the boy colors a picture on the coffee table.
“Yeah! I love my Lil Meow Meow even though I know he isn’t me real daddy, but in my mind he is.”
Jimin glances cautiously at the boy, taking in this new information.
“And who were your birth parents?”
Jeongguk isn’t even fazed at the question as he continues to color, not even looking up from his crayons. “Daddy has a sister who married a bunny hybrid. They had me, but they got into a car accident right after.”
Jimin gazes down at the boy in surprise, sadness filling him. He had no idea.
“I was in the car too, but my car seat saved me. Daddy said he rushed to the hospital as fast as he could and held me for hours crying, happy that I was safe,” Jeongguk finished explaining as he colored.
Jimin leans back against the couch and takes in the new information. So Jeongguk is actually Yoongi’s sister’s kid, but Yoongi took Jeongguk under his wing after the car accident.
A newfound respect washes over him for the elder. He sacrificed so much, practically his whole young adult life, just so Jeongguk could live the best life, loved and supported.
Silence surrounds them as Jimin loses himself in his thoughts. The sound of Jeongguk slamming down his crayon jolted him as he whips his head over.
Jeongguk has a smile on his face as he holds his drawing up, a colorful picture with two cats and a baby bunny in between. The title on top reading “My Family”.
“I made this for you, Jiminie! You can keep this on your room and always think of us!”
Jimin damn near bursts into tears again as he scoops Jeongguk up and settles him on his lap, cuddling the boy, trying to share his happiness. He reaches forward and takes the drawing from Jeongguk’s hands, holding it out so they both can admire it.
And Jeongguk is right.
This is his family now.
---
When Yoongi comes to pick up Jeongguk, he finds the duo asleep in the couch cuddled up together. The drawing laid out perfectly on the coffee table and a gummy smile appears on his face at the sight.
Instead of waking them just to drive home, Yoongi picks them up one at a time and carries them into Jimin’s bedroom. He quickly kicks off his shoes and sneaks into Jimin’s closet, trying to find something comfortable to wear to sleep.
He huffs in annoyance at each failed drawer until he finds Jimin’s pajamas, but the sight has him practically choking on his saliva.
The drawer is full of silk shorts and tank tops. Nothing else. The soft colors shimmering slightly in the faint light from the closest.
All Yoongi can think about his Jimin wearing these to bed, dressed so pretty surrounded by his white sheets.
An evil smile slowly stretches across his face as he pulls his jeans down and reaches for a pair of the pink silk shorts. He guides them up his bare thighs and over his hips, looking at his reflection in the mirror and cackling. He looks good.
And Jimin is going to wake up to a wonderful surprise he can’t touch in the morning.
Yoongi slides into the bed with the other two, snuggling close to Jimin as his tail threads itself with Jimin’s, a happy smile on his face as he falls asleep.
---
Jimin really needs for all these surprise situations to stop entirely.
He wakes up groggy, far too early for him on a Sunday, at the sound of the TV blasting and voices singing in the kitchen. He rolls over slightly, trying to bury himself deeper into his pillow, but a body stops his actions.
There, laying next to him on the best and looking like utter sin, is a shirtless Yoongi with a pair of Jimin’s silk shorts on staring down at him with a smirk.
“Good morning baby,” Yoongi murmurs, bending his head down and kissing him right on the lips. There is no finesse to it, no hesitation.
Heats spreads its way through Jimin’s body the longer they kiss. A groan escapes his lips when Yoongi pulls back slightly, Jimin’s lower lip caught between his teeth with a smirk.
Jimin cuddles closer with a giggle, enjoying his face pressed up against Yoongi’s naked chest. “Where is Jeongguk?”
He can feel Yoongi’s tail wrap itself around one of Jimin’s legs, rubbing against it calmly. “He is out in the living room with Seokjin and Taehyung. They’re taking him so we can have a day to ourselves. Our first ever date without the Bun Bun.”
Jimin springs up out of bed in alarm, giddiness running through him. “We’re going on a date?! I need to get ready and pick out an outfit!” He exclaims while running to the bathroom to shower.
By the time he finishes cleaning up and getting dressed, he makes his way to the entryway to find Seokjin holding Jeongguk while Taehyung holds the bag. The three ready for a day full of activities.
“You have fun with uncle Seokjin and Taehyung okay?” Yoongi questions as he leans down and plants a kiss on Jeongguk’s nose, the younger giggling.
“Okay!”
Seokjin leaves with Jeongguk in his arms and Taehyung follows right after, but not before he turns around and wiggles his eyebrows at the two feline hybrids. “Have a fun day of sex you two!” He calls out with a laugh.
Jimin feels a blush spreading across his face and Yoongi justs sighs.
“Want breakfast? We can eat before we head out.”
Jimin comes up behind Yoongi and pulls him into a back hug. “And where are we going now that it’s an actual date?”
Yoongi grabs one of Jimin’s hands and brings it up to his lips, kissing it lightly. “You’re about to be wined and dined so hard.”
Jimin giggles and let's go, heading to the kitchen with a skip in his step, ready to have the best date.
---
True to his word, Yoongi does bring him to one of the best restaurants in Seoul after an afternoon winery tour. The two buying one too many bottles of wine to be shipped to Yoongi’s apartment so they wouldn’t have to carry them all the way to their car.
The dinner is excellent and the two laugh all throughout dinner with happiness.
But there is a certain giddiness hiding in Jimin that grows as the hours go by.
The giddiness at what they are going to do after their dinner when they arrive home.
Yoongi must feel it too, because loving looks throughout dinner soon become heated, the two exchanging sly smiles as the cab pulls up and to bring them home to Yoongi’s apartment.
They only hold hands while in the cab, no other parts of their bodies touching, but even the slight rubbing of Yoongi’s thumb against Jimin’s palm has his ears standing straight up and his tail coiled in anticipation. He glances over every once in awhile to see an ever-present smirk on Yoongi’s lips as he gets whifts of Jimin’s scent mixed with his hormones.
The minute the cab dropped them off at the base of the apartment, Yoongi practically carried Jimin from the cab all the way to the elevator. The two were on each other in the confined space as they rode it up. Hands reaching everywhere, trying to feel everything as their lips lock in a heated kiss.
The ding of the elevator barely pulls them apart just barely as they rush to Yoongi’s apartment, his hand fumbling with the keys as they giggle. Finally, the door is pushed open and the two kick off their shoes quickly. They giggle as they nearly fall into each other while taking their pants off, too excited and giddy for it to be taken seriously.
Yoongi backs up slowly into the hallway, wearing nothing but his button-up shirt that hangs down to his thighs. His smile tries to be seductive, but he giggles half way through and books it into the bedroom, leaving Jimin to chase after him with a laugh as he rips his shirt off, now completely naked as he chases the leopard hybrid.
He bursts through the door, out of breath from the running and laughter. Yoongi’s already laying on the bed laughing, but he quickly sobers up at the sight of a naked Jimin standing in his doorway.
Suddenly the giggles and laughter are gone, they two eyeing each other intently as Yoongi slowly undoes the buttons of his shit, letting it fall to the ground around his ankles.
Nobody moves, they just stare, drinking in the sight of each other’s naked bodies, both their cocks semi-hard from their ministrations in the elevator.
Jimin approaches the bed as Yoongi reaches for his nightstand drawer, pulling out some lube and a condom. Jimin quickly reaches forward and grabs his wrist, his hand slipping to tug the condom away.
“I’m clean Yoongi.”
“As am I.”
Jimin tosses the condom back into the drawer before he slowly pushes Yoongi down onto the bed, straddling him with his thick thighs. Yoongi drops the lube onto the bed and then reaches out to run his hands over Jimin’s bare legs. The smooth skin so inviting and ready to be marked up. Jimin’s fluffy tail swishes behind him as he stares down at his lover.
“How are we doing this?” Jimin asks. He is honestly up for topping or bottoming tonight. Granted, his preference is bottoming though.
“I seem to recall me telling you that I was going to fuck you so hard that you wouldn’t be able to remember your own name,” Yoongi ponders playfully, his head tilted to the side in mock question.
Jimin grins down at him. “You better make do with that promise then.”
And it’s as if something in Yoongi snaps, his thighs bucking Jimin off and rolling them over so JImin is face down into the bed as Yoongi hovers over him, one hand kneading the flesh of Jimin’s ass while the other strokes Jimin’s tail right at the base on the underside of it. A jolt of pleasure runs through Jimin, his head thrown back as he moans out in ecstasy.
He quickly drops his tail and leans down suddenly, his two hands pulling Jimin’s asscheeks apart to reveal his clenching hole. Jimin’s breath hitches as he feels one of Yoongi’s fingers rub the rim. Jimin thinks Yoongi is going to lube up his fingers and stick them in his ass right away.
Jimin is wrong.
A loud cry of pleasure escapes Jimin and Yoongi’s tongue starts to lap at his rim. A feeling Jimin hasn’t felt in a long time.
Yoongi’s tongue licks over the rim mercilessly, his lips coming to occasionally suck at it too. It’s as if Yoongi can sense what he wants as well because before he even vocalizes what he wants, Yoongi’s tongue is thrusting rapidly into Jimin’s hole, leaving Jimin to thrash in pleasure at the feeling of Yoongi eating his ass. Soon after, his lubed up fingers join him as he works Jimin open.
Jimin doesn’t know how long he’s been down there for, but he knows he’s going to cum soon if Yoongi doesn’t stop.
“Y-Yoongi, please, please,” Jimin whines out in an attempt to make him stop. He doesn’t want to come just yet.
Yoongi slips his tongue and fingers out from Jimin’s hole and flips Jimin back over so he is on his chest. Jimin feels arousal flood through his system at the sight of spit, ass juice and lube covering Yoongi’s mouth and chin as he grins down at Jimin.
“Open wide baby,” Yoongi growls out and he sits on Jimin’s chest, his rock hard cock poking at Jimin’s lips.
Jimin opens his mouth greedily, suckling at the top of his cock for a moment to savor the taste of precum already there. And then in one go, he takes Yoongi as far in as he can go, the suddenness making Yoongi’s hips stutter as he groans in pleasure.
As Jimin bobs up and down on his cock, he has to admit his neck is at a fucking awkward angle, but he rolls with it, doing the best he can as he reaches around and grabs Yoongi’s ass cheeks to pull him closer.
His tongue licks up the underside of the shaft and he returns to the head to suckle on his as he stares up at Yoongi with innocent eyes. Yoongi’s eyes are dark and hooded with arousal as he stares down at his baby. A hand coming out to brush Jimin’s hair out of his eyes lovingly, before he throws his head back in pleasure when Jimin sticks his tongue into the slit.
He travels back down the shaft to suck on his balls, sucking them hard enough so they leave his mouth with a “pop”. Jimin nearly whimpers at the feeling of Yoongi getting up and tugging his dick out of Jimin’s mouth, a pout already on his lips at the loss.
The pout quickly disappears when he sees Yoongi sit down by Jimin’s waist, hands reaching out to tug Jimin’s legs so that they wrap around his back as he lines his cock up with Jimin’s hole.
“Ready, my love?”
Jimin offers a warm smile at the nickname. “Born ready, my love,” he teases right back.
Yoongi smirks down at him, but it falls off his face the minute he cock starts to slight inside Jimin’s tight heat. The two moan out in unison at the feeling of being stretched and squeezed.
Jimin breathes through his nose, calming himself as he waits for the pain to subside and for the pleasure to replace it. When Yoongi is fully seated in Jimin, his pelvis flush against Jimin’s ass, he leans down and kisses Jimin on the lips to offer a distraction.
The two wait for a moment longer before Jimin nods his head slightly, allowing Yoongi to move.
The thrusts start out slow and small, barely moving. That doesn’t last long though. The minute Jimin starts to whimper out in pleasure instead of pain, Yoongi starts to pick up, his hips snapping more sharply and quickly into the man under him.
Yoongi shifts slightly and that’s when Jimin lets out a high pitched moan.
“Oh? Looks like I found it,” Yoongi groans evilly.
It’s practically all over for Jimin after that. Yoongi angles his thrusts to that they hit his prostate dead on. Pleasure shooting through Jimin after every thrust.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he pants out, drool running down his chin as he tries to hold on as long as he can. Yoongi bends over suddenly, one hand holding himself up as his hips thrust into Jimin faster, while the other reaches down and strokes Jimin’s cock.
Jimin can’t hold on any longer and he cums with a moan, the sticky white substance coating Yoongi’s hand and both of their chests.
Yoongi doesn’t relent as he continues to drive into the oversensitive Jimin, the younger moaning out in pain and pleasure at the feeling of Yoongi coming undone in him. His come filling Jimin to the brim.
Yoongi rolls himself to the side, his cock still seating in Jimin’s ass he brings them closer so the two can cuddle and catch their breaths.
“I still remember my name,” Jimin giggles out. Happiness coursing in him at the feeling of being full of Yoongi’s cum.
Yoongi dips his head down to give Jimin a deep kiss on his plush lips. “Looks like we’ll just have to try harder next time,” he replies with a chuckle.
Jimin cuddles closer to Yoongi and rests his head on his chest, right over his heart.
Right over the heart of the man he loves. His (hopefully) soon to be mate. The father of the child he loves to death.
Jimin shifts his head slightly and places a soft kiss over the spot.
“Mine.”
---
Jimin and Yoongi chuckle at the sight of the boy nearly being crushed by his green suitcase, airport goers walking around them as the two watch their son struggle.
“Bun Bun are you sure you don--”
“No, I got it!” I can carry it myself!” The boy explains while panting. Suitcases are apparently hard for bunny boy hybrids to pull.
Yoongi and Jimin share a look as Yoongi rolls his eyes. He walks forward and flips the suitcase around so that that wheel are facing the right direction and the handle is at the proper height for Jeongguk to pull.
“Now come on Bun. We have a flight to catch and we can’t really do that with you flopping all around in the entrance here,” Yoongi explains with a chuckle. He starts walking forward towards the baggage claim with their tickets. Jimin reaches out a hand and takes Jeongguk’s in his, the two following close behind.
“Dads! Can we go to the beach right when we get there? I want to swim!”
Yoongi looks back with a fond smile. “You’ll be too tired Jeongukkie. Jet lag is going to whip you out.”
“No, it won’t!”
“Yes, it will.”
“Nope!”
“Yes.”
At the sound of their bickering, Jimin just smiles as he watches them with love. His eyes catching the couple-month-old mating mark on Yoongi’s neck.
His mate and his son.
His Lil Meow Meow and Bun Bun.
His family.