Full House PJM 🔞

XXII♥️

He really didn't want to get involved.

His constant groans on the way to Jimin's house showed that. But he just constantly reminded himself it was for Y/N and the baby.

Pulling into the driveway, Tae had already spotted Jimin waiting at the front door, probably in hopes that Y/N was with him. His stoic expression showed that he had already seen that Tae was alone.

Nothing like being made to feel welcome.

"I'm not in the mood Taehyung." Jimin grumbles as Tae gets out of his car and approaches him, but little does he know, Tae isn't in the mood for his games either.

"Get in the house." Tae grits, charging towards Jimin.

Watching as Jimin stands his ground at the entrance to the house, Tae gives his chest a firm shove, making Jimin stumble backwards in shock as Tae charges towards him again.

"What the fuck Tae?!"

Shoving him with much more force the second time around, Jimin is actually fearful as Tae backs him into a wall and grabbing his collar in a tightly fisted mess, his eyes sharp as he leans his body into Jimin's and presses all of his weight onto him to stop him from getting away.

"What the fuck are you doing Jimin?!" Tae screams, shaking Jimin making his back hit the wall repeatedly. "What are you doing with yourself huh?!"

"What are you talking about?" Jimin says with a quivering voice, his upper lip starting to sweat as he believes Tae is actually about to hit him.

"Your girl!! Your family! What are you doing to get them back?!"

"I don't know what to do!" Jimin screams, trying to push Taehyung away just for Tae to press his body harder into Jimin's, making him wince as his back gets crushed against the marble.

"Yes you fucking do! Y/N has set everything up for you! Why aren't you doing what she's asked?!!"

"Because I'm ashamed!" Jimin yells, his voice cracking but not enough for Tae to let up on his grip on his now stretched out shirt. "I'm ashamed that I let it get this way! I've fucked everything up including the one thing I thought could never be broken and I'm embarrassed!"

"You want it to continue?" Tae grins in an almost sadistic way, lowering his voice to make it sound a lot more threatening. "Because I will have no problem taking over as that baby's father. You know what? Maybe I'll date Y/N too. I already know she sucks dick real good. You remember that? You remember me shoving my dick down the back of her throat? I'd sure love to have that on a daily basis. Should I just take your place Jimin? Is that what you want?!"

"STOP IT!!!" Jimin screams, tears streaming down his eyes still not enough for Taehyung to let up as he continues to belittle the crying man.

"Her hormones are through the roof too. She practically begged me to fuck her but I wouldn't do it. You know why? Because I'm a good guy, I'm always the good guy. But maybe I should just do it. I bet she feels incredible."

"I SAID STOP IT!!!!"

Swallowing thickly, Taehyung knew he had taken it too far as he felt Jimin physically shaking under his grasp. But he knew it needed to be done. Jimin needed to hear the possible truths that may be the outcome if he didn't get his life back together. Y/N could only wait so long and Taehyung wasn't about to spend the rest of his life watching his best friend be miserable because the man he currently had in a choke hold was too proud to get the help he desperately needed.

"If you don't want it to happen Jimin, I suggest you do something before it's too late. If not me, it will be some other guy. And the longer you take, the further away from you her and that baby of yours will get."

"I'm scared." Jimin whispered, sliding down the wall and landing in a heap on the floor. "What if I go through everything, and she still doesn't want me?"

"Well she still wants you right now." Tae sighs, catching his breath and clearing his throat as he looks down on the sobbing man. "So what better time than now to get your shit together?"

"Right now?" Jimin sniffles, looking up at him as he wipes his face with his crumpled up shirt.

"Right now." Tae nods, holding his hand out and pulling Jimin off of the floor. "Don't worry, I'll be by your side the entire time."

Looking around the room full of strangers as they all sat in a circle, Jimin felt completely out of place. They all looked like they had given up on life, only here as a last resort before they lost everything and found themselves living in the gutter, or worse.

But Jimin had become so lost in himself that he didn't realise... he fit right in.

"Right, well, let's get started shall we?" A tall dark haired man announces, taking a seat in the circle before nodding his head towards an unhealthily thin man wringing his hands together, his sunken eyes making Jimin reel back as he makes eye contact with him.

"My name is Bob, I have a serious gambling addiction. It's been going on for, I dunno, fourteen years now."

Nodding as he speaks, the counsellor looks around the circle trying to gage everyone's reaction.

"And what made you want to come here today Bob?"

"I lost custody of my kids." Bob sighs. "This shit needs to stop. If not for me, definitely for them."

"Thank you Bob." The counsellor smiles. "Who's next?"

Nodding his head in Jimin's direction, he offers an encouraging smile as he sees Jimin hesitate to talk, everyone else around him paying no heed as the room is momentarily filled with silence whilst patiently waiting for Jimin to gain some courage.

"I uh, I'm J-Jimin."

"Nice to meet you Jimin." The counsellor grins again. "What brings you here today?"

"I uhm, I need to get my life back on track."

"Well we can certainly help with that. Is this your partner?" The counsellor asks, glancing down and Taehyung's hand tightly wrapped around Jimin's.

"No, I'm just a friend. I'm just holding his hand so that he can't run away." Tae responds, tightening his grip for emphasis.

"And what a good friend you are." The counsellor smiles softly, giving Tae a silent thank you. "Let's get your lives back on track shall we? But sir, please no phones during the meeting."

"Oh sorry." Tae nods, quickly hitting send on his text before shoving the phone back into his pocket.

Gorgeous:
"He made it"