Where We Live | Vmin {Mpreg} [DISCONTINUED]

"No."

"No."

"Pwease~"

"Jihyo, I said no. No means no."

"Please, daddy?"

"I said no!"

"Please!"

"Jihyo!"

Jihyo kicked the driver's seat. "I want an ice cream!" She yelled at him. Jimin took a deep breath. "Jihyo, don't talk back. I said no, so the answer is no. Understood?" Jimin responded firmly to her. "I want an ice cream!" Jihyo ignored him, and continued to kick at the back of the seat.

Jimin sighed, deciding to ignore her.

"I WANT AN ICE CREAM!"

8 Minutes Later

"I have somewhere to be."

"Park Jimin what the f*ck?!"

Jimin gave a screaming Jihyo to his brother. "Take her, I am done." He let go of her arm. "What the hell did you do?" Namjoon yelled at him, taking Jihyo into his arms. "DADDY WON'T BUY ME AN ICE CREAM!" Jihyo sobbed against Namjoon's chest, kicking her feet and throwing hands. Jimin rubbed the scratch on his cheek and turned to leave his crammed apartment.

"Jihyo, don't cry- uncle Namjoon will get you an ice cream." Namjoon glared at Jimin as he comforted the crying child. "I'll be back in a few hours." Jimin turned and left the house, ignoring Jihyo's angry screams at him.

He got into his driver's seat and slammed the door shut in anger. The stupid car wasn't running right either, which is why Jimin dropped Jihyo off at his house incase he got in a wreck she wouldn't get hurt. The car was having trouble shifting into faster gears and the transmission was giving out. So he had to pay someone to fix it, with the money he didn't have.

But he needed the car.

"Kai?"

"You're calling me..."

"Yeah. I n-need some money..."

"I'm not a sugar daddy."

"I-I know- my car is having issues and I spent the extra money you gave me on food, the rest I used for bills and I didn't think about my car, and-"

"Phone sex, because I'm in Argentina right now. I meant to text you about it but since we're calling I'll say now. We won't be able to hook up for three weeks because I'm visiting family."

"I'll do anything at this point."

"Fine. I want you to undress and finger yourself as rough as I was a few days ago, and I'll transfer some money to you."

"I'm really sore, Kai-"

"Listen. Don't call or text me if you're not up for what I say. That's what this is. You do what I want, and I pay you- along with other men you get with."

"I know." Jimin started taking his clothes off, still parked in the front of his house.

"Good. Now I only have twenty minutes, hurry up."

"O-okay."

40 Minutes Later

"Yeah, your transmission is toast."

Jimin sighed and stared at the male that crawled out from underneath his car. "It's gonna need replaced."

"And that's expensive, right?" Jimin sighed anxiously. "I would say so, yeah. It's gonna be four hundred for the actual part, probably another hundred to hire a person to fix it- you're probably looking at a thousand dollars or more to completely fix your transmission. If you don't have the money you're gonna have to drive another car, driving with a damaged or broken transmission is dangerous for you and other drivers." The male said, wiping the dirt off of his face. The oil on his hands got smudged on his dark blue jeans.

"Can you give me an exact price?" Jimin asked softly, close to tears. "I can't yet, I'm sorry." The man sighed. Jimin hid his face in his hands, trying his hardest not to break down.

"Jeon!"

The man turned around.

"I've got Rosé back again, her oil is low and this brat doesn't know how to change it." Another male with dark brown hair walked up to the man helping Jimin. He wiped the sweat off his face, and Jimin blushed at his hard abs.

"She keeps trying to get in my pants and if I have to tell her I'm gay one more time, I'll gonna smack her." He scoffed in annoyance.

"I got her." The man left Jimin.

"So, what's the problem with your car?" He asked Jimin. Jimin sniffled and looked into his eyes. "I need my transmission fixed, b-but I don't have the money." He explained, looking back at his white car. "Oh...let me have a look." The man smiled and got under Jimin's car.

His shirt dipped up to give Jimin a full view of his chest. It's been forever since he's saw someone with abs, even with taking in all these men in his house. No one ever had abs. He wanted someone hot, now looking at this man.

He was probably married with kids anyway...

"Yeah, sorry to say, it's gonna need replaced." The man broke Jimin from his trance. "Sorry my shirt was up a bit." He chuckled nervously. "I-it's okay, I like it- I'm gay." Jimin blurted out.

He screamed internally at himself, and he was about to correct himself when the man smirked.

"I am too, baby boy."

Jimin turned into a blushing mess, hiding his face even more. His heart started racing- he knew he would only see this man once or twice in his life.

"Sorry, if I see a guy who's gay too I always call them baby boy-" "It's okay, a-a lot of people call me that." Jimin mumbled quietly. "You have a boyfriend?" He asked. "No, nobody wants to be with me." Jimin took a deep breath and looked up, calming himself down.

"Oh that's not true-" "Personal reasons I won't tell a stranger, nobody wants a relationship with me." Jimin faced the facts. "Now I would like to just get the parts and get out of here-" "One: my name is Taehyung, Kim. Now we're not strangers. Second: I thought you said you didn't have the money." The man leaned on Jimin's car.

Jimin grumbled quietly.

"I'm Jimin, Park." He broke eye-contact, a little frusterated. "Now, what do you think your problem is, that makes people not want to date you?" Taehyung asked. "I think you're very cute." He smirked, licking his lips. Jimin felt him look him up and down. "B-because I have a kid, everyone I've known hates kids." Jimin crossed his arms. "I like kids." Taehyung cocked an eyebrow. "And I thought you said you were gay..." He trailed off awkwardly.

"I am, I've never slept with a girl- it's complicated." Jimin sighed for the one hundredth time. "Adopted?" Taehyung smiled. "That's so cool." He stared at Jimin.

How could he not? This man was beautiful, stunning- a pure angel.

"No, I didn't adopt." Jimin mumbled. "Let me take you on a date."

Jimin's eyes widened. He didn't know who this man was. He just learned his name less than half an hour ago!

"Or, just, coffee, maybe- I didn't mean to freak you out. You're just really cute." Taehyung blushed a little. "N-no- that's fine." Jimin couldn't believe what he was doing. "Really?" Taehyung smirked. "When are you available?" He asked. "This weekend." Jimin went back to blushing. "Alright. I'll give you my number, and we can talk about it more." Taehyung got out his phone.

'Jihyo must hate me, her father gets f*cked while she's at school...'

"Sure." Jimin got out his phone.

After they exchanged phone numbers, ironically the Jeon guy returned.

"Tae, why are you smirking? What did you do now?" He asked, laughing. "Nothing." Taehyung smirked at Jimin and walked off. "Bye, baby boy."

Jimin blushed again.