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"You on the plane yet?"
Jimin can hear Taehyung munching on his favourite packet of crisps, his muffled voice and the crinkling of the packet enough for him to draw the conclusion. If he concentrates hard enough he'll even manage to get a whiff of the cheese and onion smell as if it could magically permeate through the phone.
He grimaces.
"Just threw my hand luggage in the overhead compartment and took a seat. I'll probably text you when I'm on my way to the resort." He comments, ensuring his seat belt is locked in place, then gazing out the window to nothing more than other stagnant airplanes and conveyors.
"No, you have to facetime me!" Taehyung demands across the line, dropping the crisps packet. "So I can have a look at your smokin' hot dad. Saw him in an online article the other day and fuck me does he look sexy with short hair."
Jimin rolls his eyes at Taehyung's crudeness.
"Step-dad." He simply corrects, bowing kindly to the middle aged man who arrives and takes a seat next to him. He silently thanks God it isn't a child with boogers lodged up it's nose—it was a long flight, after all. "And can you please stop thirsting over him? It's really weird."
"It absolutely isn't," Taehyung rebuffs with a smack of his lips. "He's 36 and has the body of a Greek God. Sue me for acknowledging that."
Jimin doesn't know what to say in response to that. It would be weird to agree despite it being true, walking him into the fact that it would certainly be a bold lie to also disagree. So Jimin just settles for an overdone scoff, informing his best friend that the flight will take off soon and he plans to use the time to nap.
"Alright, alright," Taehyung sighs in reservation. "Have a safe flight, Jiminie. And lots of fun on your trip too. I love you!"
"Thank you, TaeTae. I love you," he declares back with less intensity, sad to be away from his partner in crime for over a week.
They've lived together in Japan for nearly two years now, studying the same degree while attending the same international university. Since then the only time they've been apart was during year end breaks when they'd go home to see their families, and even during those times they'd still find ways to meet up daily.
Jimin supposes they can't be attached at the hip forever—situations in life will arise where they'll have to be apart and Jimin would just have to suck it up and adapt.
Just like right now.
He's currently 19 years of age, on a flight to Jeju Island from Japan to meet up with his stepfather, Jeon Jungkook as well as his new girlfriend, Kim Chaewon.
He wonders what the businessman next to him would think if he'd asked Jimin what was taking him to Korea and he'd replied with an answer as peculiar as that. It sounds nothing short of ridiculous, even to Jimin who already has full context.
Jungkook was previously married to Jimin's mother, Park Minhee, ever since Jimin was 13 years old. She's just two years older than Jungkook himself, having given birth to Jimin as a teenager. When Jimin had just turned 17 and left for college in Japan along with Taehyung, Jungkook had shockingly come out and admitted to cheating on Minhee with a 25 year old woman who was merely an acquaintance at the time to the couple. Six months later their divorce was finalized and Jungkook had promptly moved in with his now-girlfriend.
Jimin had felt somewhat betrayed by Jungkook at the time this had all transpired. He looked up to Jungkook and in certain ways considered him his father. Initially, he cut off contact with Jungkook which confused and disturbed the older man. Jimin didn't really care much that his mother got cheated on, call him a bastard (no pun intended). She was never a doting, loving mother towards him so the sense of betrayal didn't come from him feeling sympathetic towards her plight. He couldn't find the root of his emotions no matter how hard he tried to. All he knew was that Jungkook was a cheater and he didn't want to have anything to do with one.
Jungkook didn't take Jimin practically disowning him very well. He did everything in his power to keep reaching out to Jimin who he was clearly devastated to lose in the process of it all.
Eventually, Jungkook had had enough of the radio silence on Jimin's end and had shown up in Japan during finals week. It had coincided with the very day Jimin had just been rejected by someone he really liked, making him vulnerable enough to welcome Jungkook back into his life and seek the comfort that he so desperately needed from him. Jungkook immediately mobilized and seized the opportunity by taking Jimin out that day in order to cheer him up. That night, with his arm draped around a sleeping Jimin, the movie they had been hate watching now playing in the background like static, Jungkook had thanked his lucky stars.
Seeing the positive impact that Jungkook had on Jimin, the boy's grandfather allowed them to stay in contact despite his heartbroken daughter's outright rejection of the idea. It irked her that Jungkook wanted nothing to do with her and yet fought so hard to remain a constant in her son's life.
Despite this, they haven't been able to meet up in over a year. Jungkook and his girlfriend have busy lives back in Seoul while Jimin was a well rounded, academically driven student who was halfway into his second year of university.
Now that he's already written exams, Jungkook had decided to invite Jimin on a trip to Jeju along with him and his girlfriend, Chaewon. Eager to see Jungkook after an entire year, Jimin hastily agreed when the offer had been put forward. It was only after he'd cut the call with an over the moon Jungkook did he realize what he'd just signed up for:
A whole week with his stepfather and the woman that wrecked his home.
Jimin tried not to step into the plane with any preconceived opinions surrounding Chaewon and the whole divorce. It's only natural to dislike her so he attempts to give himself some grace in that regard. However, he really wants to enjoy his little time with Jungkook and so for that he supposes he'll have to put his feelings for her aside.
Besides, it's not like his mother was an angel. So really, how bad could she be?
With that concluding thought, Jimin drifts off to sleep.
—
Jungkook and Chaewon had arrived to Jeju a day before Jimin to spend some quality time alone at Chaewon's behest. Considering she agreed to let Jungkook bring Jimin along, he felt the request was fair enough and so they arrived one day ahead of schedule and stayed at a B&B, spending the day sight seeing and walking along the coast.
It's finally the next day and Jungkook is at the airport while Chaewon settles into the resort they're staying at. He eagerly awaits Jimin's arrival, hard gaze set on the entrance. His intense eyes immediately softens at the sight of the pretty, pink cheeked boy who just walked in, scanning the waiting area for Jungkook.
"Jimin-ah! Over here!" He calls out excitedly, waving his muscular arms that are exposed by the thin black tshirt he opted for today. It's quite hot in Jeju and he supposes Jimin had figured that out for himself considering the obscenely tight shorts he wears, grey material clinging to his smooth thighs.
Before Jungkook realises he was absentmindedly staring at Jimin's thighs, said boy is already excitedly charging towards him. Jimin immediately jumps into his arms, wrapping those same toned thighs around Jungkook's waist. Jungkook immediately steadies the young boy in his arms with an overdramatic "Oof!", hands directly underneath Jimin's ass as he hugs Jungkook sincerely. He feels slightly awkward at the skin ship even though he never has before. When in Japan, they had cuddled that night and he never felt weird about it.
"Hyung," Jimin breathes into his neck, pulling him back into the present as goosebumps run along his nape where Jimin's cute face is currently buried. "I missed you."
He rubs Jimin's small back, ultimately melting into the hug and pushing his new, disturbing reactions aside. "I missed you more, Jiminie."
The cab ride to the resort is short, Jungkook making small talk by asking if the flight was good. Jimin tells him he napped throughout the entire flight to which Jungkook laughs out heartily, knowing Jimin typically avoided his motion sickness by sleeping. Jimin's pleasantly surprised to hear that Jungkook noticed that minute habit of his. Something weird stirs in his belly.
When they arrive and a staff member takes Jimin's luggage to his room, Jungkook informs him that Chaewon is waiting for them at the resort buffet for lunch. He's just about to take off in that particular direction when Jimin stops him.
"I'm honestly really scared to meet her," Jimin confesses, biting his lip. Jungkook turns back to him with a confused frown, reaching out to grab ahold of his arm.
"There's nothing to be scared of, Jimin-ah. You're the most likeable person I've ever come across. If the two of you can't get along then the least she could do is be civil with you, for my sake." His touch that should feel comforting feels scorching hot against Jimin who just has a bad feeling surrounding this overall. "Besides, she knows how much you mean to me. She'd be a fool to treat you with anything other than kindness."
Warmth blooms in Jimin's heart at that. He's still skeptical about meeting her, but knowing that Jungkook has emphasized the significance of Jimin in his life to her makes him feel a little better and very cherished. It's the very reason why he's managed to grow so fond of Jungkook in the four years he'd spent married to Jimin's mother.
The buffet is loud and bustling, signifying that the bottomless amounts of food lined up on several tables is probably as scrumptious as food on Jeju island can get. Jimin salivates at the sight of mackerel and steaming vegetables, a pout forming on his lips as he walks directly passed it to follow Jungkook to their table.
His lips turn dry as he notices Chaewon sitting at a table big enough for four, with a plate of food that seemingly looks to be fairly healthy. Jungkook gets her attention, making her smile widely at him as she gets up from her seat. They kiss briefly as Jungkook runs his hand along her smooth arm, something he had done moments ago to Jimin. It was such an affectionate, innocent touch, both then and now, so Jimin doesn't understand why he's so fixated on it.
"Jiminie?" Jungkook's soft voice pulls him out of his thoughts, making him meet their expectant gazes. Chaewon's giving him a cautious look and he thinks he's probably weirded her out with his incessant daydreaming already. "Hm?"
"This is Chaewon." He introduces her, arm now slung over her shoulder. "Chaewonie, this is Jimin, my boy." Just as he says so his nose scrunches up cutely and he reaches down to ruffle Jimin's tidy, black hair. Jimin immediately swats his hand away with a pout.
"Hyung, don't mess with my hair!" He cries childishly, unsure if it really was just about the hair alone. He did take pride in his looks and appearance to be fair.
"Okay, sorry!" Jungkook laughs, unwinding his arm from around Chaewon. "You two take a seat and get to know each other, I'll get you some food, Jimin-ah. Saw you eyeing the fried mackerel when we got here."
Jimin blushes as Jungkook sends him a wink, and before he can thank him he's already gone. Chaewon's already seated and picking at her salad when Jimin moves to take his own seat. Throat parched, he decides to drink some water.
"So you're studying business?" Chaewon asks rhetorically, stabbing her fork into some lettuce. "And dance too? How do you find the time to be a double major?"
"Oh, uh," he puts his empty glass down, leg shaking nervously. "I guess when you love two things at once you manage to make time for them both."
He hadn't meant for it to sound like a double entendre but from the way Chaewon stops moving her fork around to glare at him, it's clear she took it that way. He curses his big mouth silently, lighting up at the sight of Jungkook returning with their food.
"Here you go, baby," he hands Jimin his plate, taking a seat beside Chaewon who freezes at the term of endearment before quickly catching herself and acting as if it didn't rub her the wrong way. Jimin drops his eyes to his plate, appetite slowly dying off. "Thank you, hyung."
Jungkook and Chaewon engage in conversation as if Jimin isn't right in front of them, taking timid bites of fish and washing it down with water. She keeps showing Jungkook designer clothing items she wishes for him to purchase for the next socialite gathering they'll attend and Jimin can't help but notice the parallels between her and his mum. Minhee never demanded Jungkook ever buy anything when she could do so herself, but she loved flaunting him and their relationship at every event the two attended as a married couple. Jungkook was a very pretty man who's beauty made every partner of his grow massive egos over the mere thought of calling him theirs. It made Jungkook feel insignificant most of the time, at other times he was too naive to realize it, rose tinted glasses fastened, secured.
Whenever Jungkook tries engaging Jimin in conversation, Chaewon instantly tunes them out, either leaving the table to get more food or occupying herself with her phone. Jimin instantly despises her for her lack of hospitality towards her boyfriend's son. She's more concerned with wanting to spend Jungkook's money and it wouldn't take a rocket scientist to sense that she clearly doesn't want Jimin there.
When Jungkook politely excuses himself to the restroom, Jimin does the messiest thing he thinks he could possibly do in this sort of situation: he confronts her.
"Do you have a problem with me, Chaewon-ssi?" He asks, making her divert her attention from editing a picture of her food she'd just taken.
She gives him a strange look, almost as if she's genuinely contemplating the question. It makes his stomach drop.
"You'd have to matter to me in the first place for me to have some issue with you, Park Jimin." She says calmly, offering a condescending smile. It's crazy to him how such mean energy is radiating off such a sweet face.
Jimin's soft features harden at her harsh comment. In that tense moment he thinks, he can at least appreciate her honesty if not anything else.
"Well, that's good to know considering my father would never put any partner of his above me, he didn't even do it with my mother."
Chaewon scoffs, "Well that's because he didn't love her, Jiminie. He loves me."
His eyes widen as she says his name. What should have sounded affectionate sounds shrewd and cursed.
"Keep deluding yourself into believing you're the apple of Jungkook's eye," she snickers, dusting off the crumbs on her hands. "Remember that you'll never be his real son and I'll be the one to give him blood related children."
Jimin is at a loss for words. He trusts Jungkook doesn't harbour the same mindset as her but there is a small insecure part of him that can't help but believe it. His own family treated him like an outsider, an unwanted child born out of wedlock. Who was Jimin to Jungkook?
After all, blood is thicker than water.
When Jungkook returns, the three of them set off to do a variety of things together on the island that afternoon, the conversation between Jimin and Chaewon now a bad afterthought. Jimin, due to his growing anxiety and insecurity, starts to wonder if he's more of an obstacle and unwanted baggage now in Jungkook's life. Slowly, he tries to distance himself by trailing behind them and talking to other people.
They leave the premises and enter what seems to be a flea market, intricate items and souvenirs on show for visitors to purchase. While Jungkook and Chaewon move from stall to stall fairly quickly, scanning through them with no intention of purchasing anything, Jimin lingers at a particular stall selling handmade jewellery. An old aged couple are sitting behind the table, looking at Jimin expectantly while he looks at the various designs. He notices a dolphin keychain that instantly reminds him of Taehyung and beams when he picks it up.
"I'll take this please," he smiles at the couple and the lady nods at him kindly, standing up to wrap up the item for him.
"Thought you were more of a kitten than a dolphin," Jungkook's voice startles Jimin, who takes a step back out of reflex. Jungkook is standing next to him, suppressing his laugh that's dying to leave his lips as he picks up a necklace with a square shaped locket attached to it.
Jimin sighs, pushing his hair out of his face. "It's for Taehyungie."
Jungkook nods and then beckons him towards him. Jimin moves in confusion only to have Jungkook turn him around so that his back presses against Jungkook's chest. He fixes the necklace around Jimin's neck, ignoring the faint goosebumps his fingers leave in it's trail across the youngers neck.
"Then this is for you." He lightly pats Jimin's shoulder. "Let's make lots of memories here, so that you can keep the best one inside this locket."
After paying and returning to Chaewon, Jungkook notices each time Jimin tries to distance himself throughout the evening and makes it his duty to keep pulling Jimin towards him, much to Chaewon's dismay.
He can tell that Jimin is finding it difficult and he wishes the boy didn't feel that way. The only thing he can do however, is remind him that he still loves him no matter what.
By the time the sun sets and the nightlife kicks off, they decide to go to a bar located in the resort for light snacks and drinks.
Jimin once again feels out of place as he takes a seat in the booth directly across them. As usual, Chaewon pays Jimin no heed as Jungkook asks him what he'd like to have. Feeling put on the spot, Jimin blurts, "How about you guys tell me what you'd like to have and I'll go get it. My treat."
Soon enough he's leaving the two of them alone, off to the bar where he breathes a sigh of relief before placing an order for drinks. When he returns, Jungkook eyes his choice of drink suspiciously.
"Those tequila shots for all three of us?" Jimin avoids Jungkook's intense gaze, setting Chaewon's cocktail near her. He laughs awkwardly when handing Jungkook his beer, their fingers accidentally brushing against each other.
Jimin doesn't stop at the tequila, he heads back to the bar where the bartender recommends him traditional omegisul and Jimin decides to just sit there, far away from Chaewon and Jungkook who are too occupied with each other. He's unaware of Jungkook's wary gaze that keeps falling back on his small figure time and again.
It's worrying Jungkook just how much Jimin drinks, unable to process that his baby is now a grown up, of legal age to drink. He'd last seen Jimin when he was barely 17, at the airport where he sent him off to Japan, the both of them teary eyed and heartbroken. Minhee hadn't bothered showing up, and neither did the rest of the family. It truly felt like Jungkook was all Jimin had and to be separated from him had definitely hurt like hell. He still remembers how young Jimin looked back then, wide eyed and naive. He'd seen a slight change to him when he'd visited Japan for a day a whole year later. Jimin had grown into his personality by then with an acquired fashion sense and he was more expressive and full of life. He'd even cried so prettily when he first saw Jungkook waiting for him outside the dorms and ran into his arms over been rejected by a crush.
Jungkook immediately schools his expression at the thought, taking a large sip of beer.
Jimin looks pretty when he cries? What made him think that?
He loses his train of thought when Chaewon scoffs, eyes glued to the dancefloor with a judgemental lift of her mouth. From Jungkook's angle, the view is blocked so he's unsure of what she's actually judging. He then looks back at the bar to notice Jimin isn't in his seat anymore.
"Your stepson is gay?" She asks, crossing her arms on the table as she leans in for a better look at whatever is amusing her.
"Is that a problem?" He asks with a frown, confused since he's bisexual himself and has made it clear to Chaewon with no issues before.
"Of course not," she sips her cocktail. "Just didn't know he was the type to grind on strangers."
Conveniently, the crowd of people who had been blocking his view dissipate to reveal a drunk Jimin dancing with a stranger who openly gropes him. Jungkook's fingers curl into fists, watching as Jimin welcomes the inappropriate touches in his inebriated state. Despite looking as if he's enjoying it, it's clear he's not in his right state of mind and is been taken advantage of.
"I'll be back after getting him to bed," he says gruffly to Chaewon who looks at him incredulously. "You're just leaving me here?!"
Jungkook's long gone by the time she yells at him, storming onto the dancefloor where he pushes the man off Jimin and yanks said boy's arm, propelling him into Jungkook's strong hold.
"Hyung..." Jimin slurs, looking up at him with a dopey look to his eyes. "Stop ruining my fun!"
Jungkook locks his jaw in place, giving Jimin a stern look. "Don't speak to me that way. Let's go."
Obediently, Jimin follows Jungkook as they walk out into the chilly night, the rustling of tree leaves and the crashing of waves filling in the tense silence as Jungkook keeps a strong hold on the younger boy, guiding him to the hotel where they get into the elevator. As Jimin watches Jungkook choose the correct floor he feels thankful that he's with him. If he had to find his own way back in his current state, he would have probably opted for sleeping inside a pot plant in the lobby.
They head towards Jimin's hotel room and immediately start arguing once they make it inside, the severity of it sobering Jimin up to an extent.
"You disappointed me tonight, Jimin," his stepfather sighs as he pours him a glass of water. "Didn't think you would go off to college and become so reckless. Is this what you do in Japan? Let anybody just take advantage of you?"
Jimin sits at the edge of his bed with crossed arms and a deep frown, avoiding Jungkook's intense gaze and rejecting the water he holds out to him. Jungkook realizes he's fighting back tears.
"If you think I'm such a slut who lets anyone have a piece of me then you should just abandon me like my real father did!" He cries stubbornly, gaze set on the intricate patterns on the carpet. "Then I won't be a disgrace to you since you're already halfway to starting fresh with a new woman. Without me in the picture you can have your perfect family!" Jimin is fully crying by the time he's done venting, completely broken down.
Jungkook opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water, immediately placing the water down so he can scoop Jimin into his strong arms. The younger boy fits perfectly in his lap and hugs his crying form, letting him know that he would never abandon Jimin like that.
"Oh baby," he strokes Jimin's soft hair, slowly rocking them back and forth to induce comfort. "You're too important to me for me to just let go of you that easily. The only way you're getting rid of me is if you want me out of your life."
"No, no, no!!" Jimin immediately blurts at the mere idea of it, holding onto Jungkook tighter as he shakes his head in denial. "Please don't leave me, hyung. Don't want that at all. Only want you."
Jungkook sucks in a breath at his words. When Jimin pulls back to gaze at him with his tear stained face and pink lips, Jungkook's eyes fixate on how plump and soft they look.
Indeed, Jimin does look pretty when he cries.
"You have me, baby," he reinforces, holding Jimin's face and using his thumbs to wipe away the stray tears. "You'll always have me."
The position they're in is rather compromising, Jimin on Jungkook's lap at the foot of the bed while they stare deeply into each other's eyes. Jimin is clearly too drunk and high on emotions, not wanting to lose his only father figure and Jungkook is slightly tipsy from his large glass of beer.
Irrationally, in the heat of the moment, Jimin surges forward and kisses Jungkook, straight on the lips. The older man is completely taken aback, too shocked to break the kiss. His hands that had been around Jimin's waist hesitantly move to press into the mattress beneath him and Jimin takes advantage of Jungkook's partial paralysis, moving his hips in slow circles, beginning to grind their flaccid cocks together. The action wrenches a gasp out of Jungkook and Jimin takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside his mouth, saliva pooling in the corner of his lips that make loud, wet smacks reverberate in the quiet room as they press against Jungkook's quivering ones. Aroused and now half hard thanks to the hot sounds leaving the smaller one's throat as he moves his cock back on forth over the pressure of layers of fabric, Jungkook starts kissing him back, his deep moans soft and sensual.
His acceptance spurs Jimin to move against him with more force, Jungkook's length straining in his tight jeans, the material slightly wet with both his and Jimin's precome. Jimin moves back and forth, his tongue hanging out of his mouth obscenely as his lips lick long, hot stripes over Jungkook's mouth each time he leans in before retreating, in sync with his exceptional hips.
He moans with a broken cry that sounds so sweet to Jungkook's ears. He grips two handfuls of Jimin's ass and drags himself across Jimin's length with equal vigour, eliciting more beautiful sounds from the boy above him. Jungkook's hands feel heavenly on his ass, a perfect fit. Jimin swivels his hips in an infinity sign, sweaty hand flying up to his mouth to suppress his moans of pleasure that come out as muffled, nasally sounds.
His eyes roll back in his head due to the exhilarating feeling. His desperate, sloppy grinding making Jungkook pant as he strains against him. Jimin is close to an earth shattering orgasm, hips canting greedily as his chest slams against Jungkook's, rattling his fragile heart that beats out of it. His rhythm melts into nothing, directionless as he humps down and chases his release.
It's only when Jungkook reaches up to lock their lips in another heated kiss does Jimin find himself tipping off the edge, growling into Jungkook's mouth as a delicious orgasm rips through his abdomen and engulfs him completely. Jungkook soon follows with a guttural sound of pleasure, coming in his pants as his lips stay latched onto Jimin's bitten, swollen ones.
Jimin immediately falls asleep in the crook of the elder's neck. Jungkook holds him tenderly, mind reeling from the aftershocks of what just transpired.
Jungkook is dumbfounded and stricken with fear over what just happened. With trembling hands, he tries his best to lay Jimin down and clean him up. He wipes him down and changes his clothes before tucking him in bed. He takes a moment to stare at Jimin who sleeps peacefully, looking down at him with immense guilt.
This was just a drunken mistake, Jungkook convinces himself with strict finality. Nothing more. He paid no heed to Jimin's vulnerable state and allowed him to do whatever he wanted instead of preventing it. Instead of acting like the adult, he gave in to his own sick desire and encouraged Jimin.
Jungkook notices Jimin's fringe covers his eyes that blink haphazardly due to the discomfort. He reaches out to brush the strands of hair out of the way but stops himself with a heavy heart, curling his hand into a tight fist that he cradles against his thumping heart.
On trembling legs he makes his way out of the hotel and back to the bar—back to Chaewon.
—
The next day Jimin wakes up with a pounding headache and an unsteady gaze. He squints around the brightly lit, quiet room, wondering what time he'd made it back last night. Reaching out for his phone oddly placed far away on the opposite bedside table, he realizes its 11am.
"Shit!" He jumps out of bed and rushes to shower, disappointed in himself for ruining his first full day on the island by getting wasted the night before.
Once he's done changing and doing his skincare, he picks up his phone and proceeds to dial Jungkook's number; a sincere apology for sleeping in on the tip of his tongue. Just then, faint, chopped memories of the previous night start to come back to him and he immediately drops his phone, bringing both his hands to cover his mouth in shock.
He fucked up.
He is fucked up.
He scrambles to pick up the phone, instantly cutting the call.
He drops the phone again, this time going down with it as he sinks to his knees in what is most probably a mental breakdown. He sobs like a baby, crouching into himself on the floor as the memories get longer and sharper. He remembers Jungkook's large hands splayed over his fat cheeks, the sensation of his big, hard length running over Jimin's smaller one and the taste of his soft, warm lips. Feelings of arousal erupt in his belly, making him sob even louder.
Stupid Jungkook, with his sexy, hot glare and muscular body. With his tight black tshirt that hugged his pecs and his godforsaken tattoo sleeve that took up nearly his entire arm. With his short, jet black hair that Jimin wishes he could grip onto like a lifeline.
Stupid Jimin for noticing all of this in the first place and feeling this way.
He calms himself down, wiping his tears and sitting upright against the side of the bed. He reaches for his phone.
He can fix this, he thinks optimistically. Not all hope is lost.
He dials Jungkook again and waits for him to pick up, feeling his heart beat out of his chest with every tortuous ring of the phone. He's just about to cut it when he thinks Jungkook takes too long to answer, making Jimin doubt if he was ready for the confrontation and taking it as a sign to avoid him a little longer; but to his luck, Jungkook picks up on the very last ring before he can press down on the red button.
"Jimin-ah? Are you OK?" His voice is muffled but it's calm and free from animosity. Butterflies start to flutter inside Jimin's tummy at the observation.
"Hi, hyung! Yes, I'm OK." He sweetly sputters out an apology for not waking up and meeting them on time for the day's planned itinerary. Before Jungkook can say anything he casually comments, "Ugh, my head hurts so much, hyungie. I think I blacked out last night after dinner because I can't remember anything. I don't even know how I made it back to my room to be fairly honest..."
Jungkook stays silent on the other end and it eats at Jimin's bones. He wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole.
Eventually, Jungkook says, "It's alright, Jimin-ah. But I'd love for you to join Chaewon and I for snorkeling later on." Before he ends the call he awkwardly admits that he was the one who had brought Jimin to his room. "You walked as if you had two left feet, haha. So I brought you to your room before heading back to the bar."
Mind running a mile per minute considering he already knows the full truth and doesn't know what to say in response, Jimin awkwardly blurts out: "Oh! Thank you, daddy, well see you later then." and bites back an embarrassed gasp when Jungkook remains silent yet again on the other end.
"Alright. See you later, Jimin-ah."
Jimin drops his phone, rolls onto his messy bed and screams into the nearest pillow.
It's not his first time calling Jungkook daddy. He started doing it when he was roughly 14, especially when they would be in the presence of extended family, Jungkook's in particular. He didn't want people to think he hadn't accepted his mother's husband as his parent and had tested it out randomly at the dinner table one evening, shocking almost everyone present. He still remembers the proud smile spread across Jungkook's handsome face as he held back tears. Jimin had asked him to pass him the mash potatoes and he was so happy in that moment that he dished it out himself for the young boy sitting beside him.
He had meant it that way now too, innocently and affectionately.
Or at least he thought he did.
He feels absolutely terrible about it, sulking the entire late morning and throughout lunch in his room, having absolutely no appetite to head out to eat or even call in for room service.
At some point he decides to call Taehyung to share what happened, the consequences of keeping this all to himself too heavy for a fragile being like himself.
Taehyung unsurprisingly finds the whole ordeal hilarious. He snickers and Jimin groans, regretting his every decision leading up to this point.
"Honestly, I'm surprised you haven't fucked him ages ago. Jungkook has always been sex on legs. I thought you would have seized the opportunity when he came to Japan last year. You were legal back then too."
"Taehyung, read the room!" Jimin huffs in annoyance. "This is my stepfather we are talking about, not some random dilf."
"At least you're admitting he's a dilf." Taehyung eggs on, before finally turning serious when Jimin groans. "Look, Jiminie. Yes, it's weird. He used to be married to your mum, but even the ahjummas down the street knew it wasn't a happy, loving marriage. He isn't your stepfather anymore and while I think it's cute you still consider him one despite the separation, you've now been given an opportunity to change the trajectory of your relationship with him, possibly for the better. I always knew there was something between the both of you, but you always gaslit me into believing it was paternal love. Now see what happened! I'm always right!"
Jimin groans again, thinking about how wrong this is despite Taehyung making a little sense. He just feels so guilty.
"Listen to your heart, Jiminie. Don't worry about what other people think, fuck that. Or else you'll just let life pass you by."
He musters up the courage to meet Jungkook and Chaewon at the hotel lobby. It's awkward to say the least. Jungkook looks cute in his brightly coloured tshirt and khaki shorts. He is now actively avoiding eye contact after spotting Jimin when he first arrived and Chaewon looks disgruntled at his presence, which is nothing new. Jimin can't help but wonder if she knows what happened.
His skin crawls at the possibility.
He promptly remembers he needs to act as if he doesn't know anything and so he smiles at them both sweetly and tells them about how excited he is to snorkel. It's his first time after all. Jungkook smiles at his excitement but still seems rather reserved, holding Chaewon's hand while Jimin sullenly trails behind them when it's time to leave with a large group of people.
On the boat to go snorkeling, Chaewon is busy bombarding the instructor with silly questions, clearly a paranoid control freak over the entire thing. Jimin sits in silence next to Jungkook who gazes out at the soft blue ocean in front of them, closing his eyes when he feels the breeze pass by. Jimin's breath is knocked out of his chest at the sight, Taehyung's words echoing in his mind and scaring him.
Jimin doesn't know anything. He just knows that he wants his father in his life, and he won't ruin what they have for temporary lust.
Feeling terrible for making Jungkook feel reserved around him, Jimin bravely moves to rest his head on Jungkook's shoulder and slowly links their arms together. He can feel as Jungkook tenses up at first and Jimin's heart beats loudly. He squeezes his eyes shut, praying. Jungkook eventually relaxes, remembering that Jimin doesn't remember what happened last night. With relief, he drops his head atop Jimin's and continues admiring the crystal blue waters.
Jimin bites back a smile, ignoring the grating voice of Chaewon as she bombards the instructor with another useless question.
It's easier said than done—moving on from what happened. He can't help but stare at Jungkook throughout the day and guilt starts to heavily weigh down on him. The more time passes as they spend the afternoon snorkeling and chatting to other island visitors and crew, the more he thinks about Jungkook's large, calloused hands on his soft waist. He thinks about his soft lips brushing Jimin's as their tongues melted together. The hardness of his cock pressed against Jimin's as the younger one was rutting against him as if in heat. He thinks about all of it while looking Jungkook dead in the eye.
A lump forms in his throat when he makes eyes contact with Jungkook under water, the older man giving him a double thumbs up while they're surrounded by colourful barnacles and tiny fish in the shallow reef.
He'd just managed to convince Jungkook that he was unaware of what transpired between them and made him comfortable around Jimin again. He can't mess this up by letting his undeniable attraction get in the way. Maybe he just needs to get laid, Jimin muses on the walk back to the hotel that evening, trailing behind the couple yet again.
His lack of sexual intimacy is causing him to look for it in the most forbidden, peculiar places, he muses. That's probably it. Yes.
"Jiminie!" Jungkook calls, turning back to look at Jimin with a smile whose head shoots up in attention. "Keep up!"
"Coming!" He sing songs, jogging to match their pace.
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Apparently it's club night at the resort, a makeshift dancefloor and dj lounge set up in the lunch hall.
They all attend, Jimin present with a particular purpose in mind: to get laid.
When they enter the hall the event is already in full swing, strobe lights and great music adding to the intended ambience. Jimin immediately distances himself from the couple and gets himself a drink, much to Jungkook's dismay. He watches Jimin trail off into the dark hall and loses sight of him, Chaewon pulling him in the opposite direction to dance.
Jimin sips on a glass of vodka and scans the crowd to look for someone handsome but also not homophobic at the same time. He's looking for a dick to shove up his ass not one to give him a black eye.
To his convenience, a rather muscular, tall man approaches him and he belatedly realizes it's the same man who had danced with him last night at the bar. He gulps, unsure of how this could go.
"Hey!" The stranger greets him by yelling into his ear over the loud music. He's seemingly friendly so Jimin decides to meet him halfway. He yells back rather animatedly, "Hi!"
The man smirks down at him, "You're cute."
Jimin blinks, batting his eyelashes as he bites on the olive from his glass. "Thank you."
They talk casually for a few minutes before things get super flirty, Jimin's posture and eye contact with the man screaming out what he so desperately wants from him. He's so invested in securing his lay that he doesn't notice that from across the dancefloor, Jungkook has his hard gaze set on him, Chaewon oblivious to it all just like Jimin as she has her back turned away while they dance.
Eventually, Jimin leaves with the man and Jungkook grips Chaewon so hard that she flinches, pulling him out of his reverie. He immediately let's go of her, soothingly rubbing the spot he'd unintentionally hurt.
"What's wrong?" She asks, noticing the frown on his face.
"Nothing." He insists, pulling her back in to dance.
Jungkook tries not to let what he just saw bother him. Jimin is an adult now and anything he 100% consents to is perfectly allowed. Jungkook shouldn't be policing him like an overbearing father. He swore he wouldn't be that sort of parent.
And yet as the seconds tick by, he can't seem to push aside his restlessness. Jimin really shouldn't be hooking up with strangers. Not only is it unsafe but they're in self-governing Jeju where if things should go wrong, it would be ten times harder to sort anything out amicably.
He convinces himself that, Yes!, that's the reason why he is so concerned for Jimin right now. Not because there's a fair chance he's probably getting his back blown by someone younger, muscular and more virile than Jungkook. Absolutely not.
He excuses himself to the restroom but ends up leaving the floor their currently on altogether to look in other places for Jimin. When he can't find him anywhere in the hotel he eventually heads out to the beachfront where it's dark and quiet, genuine concern for Jimin's safety now developing when he hears a familiar, sweet voice let out laboured, disgruntled noises.
He calls out Jimin's name, fear and anxiety taking over him completely.
"Jimin-ah? Baby-" his breath gets stuck in his throat when he walks around a large rock to find his stepson on the other side, down on all fours as the stranger from earlier slams his hard, veiny length in and out of Jimin's tight hole.
Jimin is naked from the waist down, but they're so close to the turbulent waves that water splashes across his chest, his dark brown nipples hard from the cold and poking through his now transparent white tshirt. He's practically fully naked.
The obscene sight makes Jungkook feel everything at once. He wants to throw up. But he's also strangely aroused at the sight of sweet, little Jimin so exposed and vulnerable while getting absolutely railed by someone twice his size.
Jimin's eyebrows are furrowed and his pretty eyes are squeezed shut, his plump lips parted widely as sweet, delicious moans escape them with every back and forth movement of his slender body. His every moan mirrors the way the stranger thrusts into him, perfect round ass clapping back against the man's strong thighs. He's working his cock deep into Jimin's stunning, round ass and grinds with calculation before pulling out and promptly pushing back in.
"Oh- oh- fuck!" Jimin's broken cries get louder and hornier when the larger man changes the angle and snaps his hips, the loud sounds of their fucking causing Jungkook to get chubbier in his pants, especially when Jimin says, "S-So fucking good. You're fucking me s-so good, mhmmm!"
Jungkook licks his dry lips, watching the other man move his tight grip on the perfect globes of Jimin's exposed ass, across his small back and towards his torso, causing the smaller boy to kneel upright in the wet sand, bruised knees burning as much as his thighs do. Jimin's back is now pressed flush to the man's chest as he picks up his pace, reaching inside deeper and grazing his tight walls as Jimin's groans of pleasure get louder and louder.
"Mhm, you're so fucking sexy. What a slut," the man grits out rather crudely, tethering on the edge of an orgasm judging by the way he slurs his words. "Gonna fill you up, knew you were a horny bitch who just wanted to be stuffed with my load."
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Jimin immediately agrees in elation, hooking his feet over the back of the man's knees and working his hips back to meet his, fucking himself on the stranger's cock towards his own orgasm. "W-want cum, wan'it all in my ass. Touch my nipples- please- I'm close!"
"Holy fuck!" The man cries out at Jimin's desperate begging, not stopping his incessant thrusting even for a second.
Jungkook watches as the man instantly complies, large thumbs pressing down on Jimin's pebbled nipples and working over them in circles. Jimin cries out at the stimulation, mouth faltering in a weird smile that meant he was nothing short of pleased by the action. The both of them moan together as Jimin soon comes first. He throws his head back against the stranger's shoulder as his curled dick smacks itself against his soft, pretty belly and paints his tshirt in lots of warm cum. Jungkook is too transfixed on his stepson to notice that the bastard fucking him has started thrusting rather sloppily. He's too busy watching Jimin open and close his pink lips in the aftershocks of his orgasm to notice the man is now coming inside of him.
It's only when Jimin's eyes widen in excitement and he forces his hips back on the hard cock inside him to milk every last drop, "Y-yes! Come inside me, give it to me. Fill me up, ah, I love it!" does Jungkook finally realizes his legs are trembling because he just came untouched in his pants to the sight of Jimin begging like a cum slut for his ass to be stuffed.
Jimin keeps his fingers interlocked with the man's at the side of his waist for stability and works himself up and down the stranger's cock a few more times until he's certain the other man's orgasm was seen to completion. He pulls himself off the cock seductively until the head catches on his rim before he drops his weight down and feels the inches penetrate him all over again. He feels nice and full.
He repeats the action two more times with broken gasps before going limp in the stranger's hold. Jungkook immediately hides behind the giant rock, heart beating out of his chest when he hears Jimin and the guy moaning again, this time accompanied by wet smacks of their lips moving together.
Anger spikes inside Jungkook at the sounds of the two sensually making out, a heavy wave of undeniable jealousy and powerlessness overtaking him. He starts to imagine Jimin cock warming the man's limp dick as he kisses him languidly. The sounds of the soft kissing transport him back to the previous evening when it was him who Jimin was kissing so passionately, his plump lips soft and tantalizing against Jungkook's menacing tongue.
A wave of reality hits Jungkook right then and there, all of the denial he was harboring the entire day washing away with the waves beneath his feet.
He was attracted to Jimin.
He was sexually aroused by the sight of his naked stepson getting publicly defiled.
He wanted him.
Jungkook immediately pushes himself off the rock and runs in the opposite direction, leaving behind the muffled sounds of kissing and the smell of sex.
He runs until he reaches a secluded quiet area where he hunches over a bush and pukes his guts out.