CHASING YOU || JIKOOK ✅

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JUNGKOOK POV

Jimin jumped up as soon as I heard my father's voice.

I was still frozen on the couch.

Tae was standing in the door way scratching the back of his head.

"Well, actually he's ... um ..." Tae looked back at me.

His eyes said, What the fuck do you want me to do here?

I stood up. "I'm here, Dad."

Tae opened the door wider as I walked across the room.

Dad was wearing his black suit and collar.

He must have come straight from church, I thought.

I knew I have to face him eventually but I never thought he show up at Jimin's apartment.

"Your mom told me I could find you here." He waved at Jimin and offered him a small smile.

"Hi, Jimin."

Jimin cleared his throat. "Would you like to come in?"

He took a few steps into the apartment. "Wow," he said looking around.

"This is a beautiful apartment."

"It's all Tae Sorry, this is Kim Taehyung, my roommate."

"Taehyung,this is Pastor Jeon, Kook's father," Jimin said.

My father nodded and extended his hand to Tae as a surprisingly genuine smile crossed his face.

"It's nice to meet you, Taehyung."

Taehyung warily shook his hand with a fake smile plastered across his face.

"You too, I think." I couldn't help but smile at Tae as he sized up my father.

I could tell he was going into protection mode.

"I was hoping you might have a minute to talk," my dad said.

"Sure," I replied not sure at all that I wanted to hear what he had to say.

"We were just about to head across the hall to Ben and Jordy's," Tae lied and looked at me.

"I'll go on now, unless of course, you like me to wait for you?"

I smiled and patted Tae on the shoulder. "Thanks Taetae, you can go ahead."

He raised an eyebrow. "You're sure?"

I nodded and tried to reassure him with a smile. "I'm sure. Thanks, Tae bear."

"I can go too," Jimin said.

But he didn't make a move to follow Tae out the door.

I grabbed his hand. "No. Stay." I looked at my father, daring him to question me.

Whatever he had to say, he could say in front of Jimin.

I was done worrying about what he wanted.

He offered a small smile and nodded. Jimin spoke up.

"Can I offer you something to drink?"

"Sure," my father said as he stood awkwardly in the entryway.

"It looks like we have lemonade, beer, or water to offer," he called from the kitchen.

I was surprised when he replied, "Actually, a beer sounds nice."

A few minutes later, the three of us were sitting at the kitchen table, Jimin and me on one side and my father on the other.