𝐊𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘

🥡𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑🥡

On Thursday, he was at the mechanics again. His mother had granted him the wish to stay and wait for the car piece to be installed only if Dan would be the one to guard him and watch him do some work.

His mother had forced him to bring along some paperwork, more like a binder, to look through all of the kids who had passed the auditions.

On Saturday he'd be on the judging stand again, helping the boys know their route throughout the stage. Helping them towards their assigned rooms, it was going to be stressful.

Sunday he had to wear high heels. His outfit consisted of them so he had to stand the loud audience and uncomfortable feet.

He sighed and he looked at Dan, the man looked at him before groaning and taking out the little bag his mother had given Dan and he held it for a moment.

"Why don't you get a salad instead?" He asked, Jungkook shook his head.

"You know I can't do that Dan." He whispers and Dan looks around.

"Hey! You!" He screams, Jimin turns around and he looks at him with raised brows. His forehead is dripping with sweat. His shirt and cheek dirty, he looks at the man in front of him, almost his height but a little shorter and he looks back down at Jungkook who sits on a chair while reading something of a binder.

"What is it?"He asks.

"Where's the best food, snack place that I can go to, to get food?" Jimin runs a hand through his hair and he steps out further to look around him.

He points, "That's a Salvadoran restaurant, it has great food, seafood as well. Over there is a Panda Express, but the people there are shitty teenagers. If I were you, I'd go to the Salvadoran restaurant. I love the people there, their kind, and a thing that I learned about them is that they all call you to love or sweetheart when you walk in." Dan chuckles.

"They're affectionate."

"Well, the women are, but not all of them last time one through a drink at my face because I didn't give her my number." He mutters before turning around when he hears soft giggles, he bites his lip when he finds Jungkook smiling, his mouth open with his thumb inside it as he bites his nails.

"My friend once gave this woman his manager's phone number instead of his. It was Venezuelan women, she was really pretty, but her humor was a little dry." He says and Dan nods while chuckling as well when he remembers, he takes out his phone and he searches up the restaurant and he walks back to Jungkook.

"Look through the menu and tell me what you want to eat?" Jungkook looks at Jimin.

"What do you usually eat?" He asks, Jimin looks at him.

"My meals a big one." He says and Jungkook smiles.

"I asked you for what you eat, not the size."

"Fried fish, white rice, chirmol, salad on the side, some lemon, and half of an avocado. Horchata and flan as dessert." He says and Jungkook looks at him surprised.

"That sounds very good." He and Dan whisper in sync. He looks at Dan who has his brows raised.

"You haven't eaten in two days, I don't think that meal will cause you to gain an extra pound, you're going to be okay." Dan whispers and Jungkook nods.

"I'll have that, make the order two get him one as well. If you want the same you can get one as well or pick whatever you'd like. Do you have the card or do you need mine?" Dan shakes his head.

"I got it, I'll be back soon okay?" Jungkook nods.

He continues to look through his binder as he leaves, almost wanting to cry because he suddenly feels overwhelmed with all the paperwork he has to fill out. He looks up and he gulps, "Can I borrow a pen?" He asks and Jimin nods grabbing one and putting it up, Jungkook stands up to grab it. But the weakness of his leg muscles caused him to almost fall flat on his face if it was for the hand that held him back from falling.

He grips his shoulder and he looks up, his cheeks rosy pink in embarrassment as he gazes up at Jimin who is looking down at him.

"You must've had an eventful night." He whispers and he enjoys the blush that spreads on his cheeks. Jimin chuckles when he sees him nod softly.

"I was practicing using heels, I have an outfit that I have to use. And I need to learn how to use them first or then I'll fall. I fell a lot yesterday night." He whispers, bringing up his nail to his mouth Jimin nods while looking at it.

"Yeah." He whispers before helping Jungkook sit down on the chair and handing him the pen.

"Thank you." He whispers.

"No problem."

•••

Jimin knew he was fucked.

He knew he shouldn't have been the one to fix the car, yet he still did because he wanted to see a little beauty again. He shouldn't have done it. It was almost impossible to be near him without his seducing eyes gazing into his or his honey-like voice calling his name.

It was the sole reason why he had ended up in his shower. Hand around his cock, pumping it as his chest moved. He couldn't close his eyes. He'd see Jungkook again the boy sitting on the chair. The food in front of him as he ate with Dan and Jimin, the way he licked his fingers, and how he would moan at every bite.

Then when he'd look at him, eyes glassy and wide. Innocently gazing into his and his cheeks all puffed up and red. It looked like he had just had sex. And it took all of Jimin's self-control to not grab him right then and there and just fuck the boy until he was mute.

Hell, he'd do it if Dan wasn't there.

With one last pump, he came, his head resting back and he controlled his breathing before continuing to shower himself.

He walked out of his bathroom and into his bedroom.

His phone ringed and he saw that it was Layla. Answering it he hummed.

"What is it?" She breathed for a moment.

"I need to ask you something very important." She says and he hums.

"My son, Liam, the little one is competing this Sunday and my husband just told me he's flying to Colombia tonight. The pageant has a thing that's like a talent show and Liam was planning on redoing a choreograph of a music video using a soccer ball."

"And?"

"He doesn't know anything about juggling or controlling the ball." Jimin sighed.

"What are you-"

"Can you teach him? I know you like to play every weekend during the fall with the people in Compton in the soccer fields and you're really good."

"You are married. That is your son. We are having a fucking affair!"

"I know, but he wants to win and as his mother, I've got to support. Please Jimin?" He sighs and he shakes his head groaning.

"Fine but that means he and I are practicing ten hours every day. These things don't take days to learn they take weeks and even months, but if he doesn't put in all he's got I ain't helping you."

"Thank you."