𝕵𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖘 | ᴊɪᴋᴏᴏᴋ

48

You know you've come home when you hear nothing but loud chattering coming from inside the house even when you're standing a few feet away from the front door. That's what Jimin and Jungkook first come across with as they exit the car that Jungkook had parked in the driveway. Now they stood face to face as they question silently: just how many people were in the home?

Jungkook pulls out his spare key to Jin and Namjoon's home and unlocks it. Then suddenly the abrupt silence startles the two as Jungkook pushes the door open.

"Namjoon hyung?" He calls yet no answer. "Jin hyung? Mom? Dad?"

They walk hand in hand, the fingers that carried new weight to them illuminatingly obvious. They looked so good together—their hands being the complete opposite, Jimin's hands small and delicate and then Jungkooks hands large and veiny.

The first thing they're met with is multiple people crowded on the couch with mugs of coffee in hand and small pastries out on the coffee table. Jimin and Jungkook look around and immediately recognize the new face.

"Daddy?!" Jimin gasps as his eyebrows furrow in confusion. "What are you doing here?"

"Sweetheart!" There sat Jimin's biological dad on a wooden chair that was pulled from the dinner table to sit in the group circle that surrounded the coffee table. A blue mug held down on his leather-clad crossed legs and loose patterned button up that was only buttoned halfway, showing off the tattoos littered all over his exposed skin.

Byungwook stands in his tall muscular legs opening his arms wide for his little baby boy to run into and sure enough, Jimin lets go of Jungkook's hand and runs right into his daddy and squeezes tight. "Oh, I've missed you so much my little sweet honeybear."

Jungkook quickly said his hellos to the rest sitting on the couch, kissing his mother and father on the forehead. When he was done, he watched fondly as Jimin hugged his dad. His mind wondered thoughtlessly before the single thought hit him. Jungkook couldn't stop thinking about how much they looked like Jimin's parents. He looked at Chungae who also smiled with soft eyes, looking at her child cacooned in his father's arms and then at the man, who was almost in tears as he held his son tightly. Jungkook walks closer and observes the man that is almost his exact height, only he's a teensy bit taller, broader and Jungkook stares in astonishment. "Am i gonna be this hot when I'm older?" He asks aloud, turning to his family to which zipped their mouths shut, well, except for Namjoon.

"Yeah right. You can be good-looking but never as much as Jimin's father, clearly."

Jungkook pouts, glaring directly at Namjoon. "Damn, thanks for the boost of confidence."

Namjoon winks at him. "No problem, buddy."

When Jungkook turns back to look at Jimin and his father, they're both staring at him. Byungwook releases his hold on Jimin and steps foward to come face to face with Jungkook himself. He observes the boy staring back at him with an eyebrow raised. Jungkook was defiant, not removing the eye contact until Byungwook compresses his lips in a thin line and nods his head. "I approve."

Jimin's eyes widen. "Huh?" What does his daddy mean? He was expecting his daddy to sit him down on a chair and interrogate Jungkook for days, knowing what his father was like when Jimin was near anybody of interest. Jimin turns to look at his mother who only shrugs her shoulders.

"It's just because he called him hot." Chungae rolls her eyes. "You know your father, Jimin-ah. It doesn't take much to convince him."

"Hey!" Byungwook playfully glares at Chungae and crosses his arms with a small pout to his lips. "Are you calling me dumb?"

"Good! You've finally admit it." She takes a sip from her mug of coffee and glances elsewhere, anywhere but him.

"Yah!" Byungwook looks at his little boy with eyes filled with emotion. "Baby, your momster is to mean."