MY FULL TIME DADDY

13

His heart was threatening to jump out of his chest as he headed towards the old building. He was going to his first therapy session – it was Yoongi's recommendation so he knew he could trust whoever he was going to spend the following hour with. The only problem was that he didn't really want to talk to anyone. He knew it was for the best and he knew he promised he will try his hardest but anxiety filled his brain at the thought of sharing his deepest secrets with a stranger.

So he stopped in front of the massive door and stared at the polished wood for a few seconds before turning around and almost running away. His breathing was hitched when he decided to enter a nice-looking cafe, his lungs burning with the shame he had to bear. He failed once again and he was so scared of the outcome that he turned off his phone, taking a seat at the smallest table he could spot and ordering the first drink he saw on the menu.

The rest of the day has been stressful, nervousness cascading over him whenever he received a new message from Jungkook. For the first time ever he was glad that his boyfriend had a full day at work because he couldn't have looked at him after working so hard in order to avoid a serious conversation. He had dinner with Taehyung and Bunny and fell asleep on his best friend's bed, their fingers intertwined in between their bodies.

"Wake up, princess." The whisper had him moaning in disapproval and he buried his face further into the soft pillow. "I've made you breakfast!" The offended tone was the one that convinced the pink-haired boy to open his eyes sleepily.

"Thanks." He mumbled and petted the black cat curled by his side.

They watched cartoons until they had to head to uni and Jimin decided to dress prettily as he was going to meet Jungkook in the afternoon. He put on one of his favourite baby blue sweater that was a little too large and kissed his best friend's cheek before they parted with the promise that they will message each other.

He wanted to surprise the tattoo artist so around seven o'clock he headed to the parlour, hoping his boyfriend would agree to have dinner together. The closing time was flexible because it depended a lot on the clients they were last facing but he could wait if that was the case so he entered the place, his cheeks pink because of the cold weather. Jungkook was in his usual corner but he was not dealing with a client, instead focusing on a very tall man who was sporting sleeve and neck tattoos. He had purple hair and glasses and his huge grin caused for deep dimples to appear on both his cheeks, innocent being the only word with which Jimin could have described them.

He didn't want to intervene so he bit on his lower lip until Yoongi looked up from the utensils he was cleaning and noticed him.

"Jungkook, visitors!" The pink-haired boy waved shyly at the elder and looked at the brown-haired man who forgot all about his conversation in order to detect the newcomer. His doe eyes lit up as he studied the familiar face and a bunny grin mirrored a small smile, his legs finally carrying his body towards the smaller one.

"Hi." The tall man watched them from his place, awkwardly leaning against the large black tattoo chair. "What a surprise." Their lips met in a chaste but sweet kiss for a few seconds, a big hand caressing white skin.

"Are you free?" Jimin felt too nervous to look around the room because they were in public so he focused on the other's face, cinnamon orbs filled with hope.

"We done for today, I was just helping Namjoon-hyung out with some things."

That was the name of their new-coworker; Jungkook told him he was an old friend of Yoongi who just came back from the United States so curiosity got the best of him and he dared to look at the kind-looking giant once again, his cheeks flushing when their eyes met. His boyfriend intertwined their fingers before guiding him towards his corner with the obvious intention to introduce him to the stranger.