Euphoria | Taekook [on hold]

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐒𝐈𝐗 / 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳

Jungkook found Minsu with Changbin and Felix while doing his homework. He took him away for a second to his room for Jimin who was just getting off of the phone.

"Who was that?" The younger adult mouthed and Jimin merely shook his head before his eyes lit up when he saw the boy make his appearance.

"Uncle Jiminie!" Minsu giggled and ran up to the male who smiled so big that his eyes faded to cresents. "Minnie! How have you been, Bubba?" Jimin asked and set the child on his lap.

The Idol chuckled at the two and went to the room across the hall to check Minsu's homework. "Is he doing all right?" He asked as he sat on a chair and looked over the computer screen.

"Yes, sir, he is. He's learning English well with Felix." Changbin answered. "That's great. Felix, would you mind in being a part of Minsu's personal security? I've been thinking he should need someone full time because Changbin is a part of my security as well." Jungkook asked while not looking at the blonde male.

"No, sir, I don't mind. Thank you for trusting me with your son." Felix stood up and bowed and to that Jungkook laughed.

"You don't have to be so respectful, Felix-ah. Talk casually, please." He said. "Oh, okay, sir." The blond sat back down beside Changbin with a slight blush dusted on his freckled cheeks.

"Okay, his work is fine. Send him over when he finishes please and you two have a good night's rest. Those crowds are crazy." Jungkook chuckled and left the room and went back to his where Jimin and his son were talking and giggling.

...

"It's Yugyeom." Jungkook uttered as he stared down at his phone. It had been a few hours and Minsu was back with his guards, leaving the two adults alone.

"Put it on speaker." Jimin said sternly and Jungkook obeyed after he answered the call. Without Jungkook's knowing, Jimin was recording on his phone. It was on the table beside them laying face down so the audio could be heard.

"What is it?" Jungkook asked and fiddled with the hem of his shorts. "Hadn't I told you not to wear that fucking shirt for that performance? It draws way too much fucking attention and you know that that body is mine." Yugyeom seethed over the phone.

Jungkook glanced to Jimin who looked mad. "It's my body, Yugyeom. My performance. My song. You don't own me." He breathed.

"Where's this confidence coming from, huh? Who the fuck do you think you are?" Yugyeom spat. "You know what? I'm gonna fucking come down there and show you who you belong to."

By then Jungkook had stood up and went to the bathroom, closing the door so Jimin wouldn't hear. "You aren't coming down here, Yugyeom. Just...just leave me alone a-and let me go. Please." He begged.

He hated it, but tears pooled in his eyes. Lately it seemed that he was crying every day and he was getting sick of it.

Yugyeom let out a brisk laugh. "Let you go? Yeah, sure, babe. You keep that thought in your mind because it'll never happen." He sneered and hung up.