Me, Myself, and Jikook (Jikook Oneshots)

A Father's Love

"So.  Jungkook.  You wrote a sex song about my son."

"What?!" Jungkook and Jimin shouted in unison.  Jimin's mother and brother stared between Jungkook and Jimin's father, unable to move.

"Seven.  I can only assume that Jimin is the one you're 'fucking right' seven days a week?  If not, then we need to have a very...different conversation," he said with a straight face.

"Dad," Jimin began, but his father waved a hand and Jimin's mouth clamped shut as he looked to Jungkook apologetically.

"S-sir.  Yes.  I-yes, it's about Jimin, but-but," Jungkook stuttered out.  Suddenly he felt like he was eighteen again and sitting before this imposing, but kind man about to confess that he was in love with his son all over again.

"Jungkook, look, I know you guys had been dating a long time and you've been married a couple of years now, so I'm not going to give you some kind of 'what are your intentions with my son' speech.  I know you love him.  I've known since he brought you to meet us when you were thirteen.  I know you guys have had...sex.  It's just," he paused and ran a hand through his hair the same way that Jimin always did, "you could've warned me about the explicit version, son!"

The table let out a collective breath of relief.  Jimin punched Jungkook's arm with a big grin plastered across his face.  Jimin's mother handed the dish she'd been holding in mid-air to his brother.  Jungkook flushed bright pink and fiddled with his chopsticks.

"Sorry, sir.  The 'clean' version is about how much I love him, though!"  Jungkook hastily explained.

Ji-Hyun laughed and teased, "I heard the song, too, ya know.  I'm surprised Jimin can sit down after all that!"

"Shut up, moron!" Jimin complained as he tossed his napkin at his brother.

"Boys!" Jimin's mother shouted.  They immediately stopped and dropped their heads respectfully.  "Jungkookie, baby.  Did you have to have that girl in the video?  Don't you two ever want to come out?"

The table fell into an uncomfortable silence.  Jungkook squeezed Jimin's hand under the table.

"Mi-Jeong," Jimin's father finally said.  "That's up to the boys.  They have big careers right now and a lot of eyes on them.  A lot of judgement and falling out would come their way.  It's okay that Jungkook had a girl in the video.  He couldn't very well put Jimin in her place unless they were both really ready for what came next."

"I didn't mean it like that, Pil-woo," she defended.  "I just meant-"

"It's okay, mom.  I helped Jungkook decide who to cast!  And stop making fun of my husband!  We're married, guys.  Married people do...these things," Jimin interrupted.

"Alright, but most married people don't make whole songs about how much they like to fuck their significant other," Ji-Hyun joked, earning a slap to the back of his head and his mother shrieking, "Language!"

They finished the rest of their dinner uneventfully and retired to the living room where Jimin curled himself into Jungkook's side, head on his chest to watch a movie with his family.  Jimin and his brother, however, had inherited their mother's tendency to fall asleep during movies, and before long, all three were softly snoring where they'd been spread out around the living room.  Pil-woo took this time to have a quiet conversation with Jungkook.

"Kookie," he started hesitantly.

"Mmm?" Jungkook looked at his father-in-law with curiosity.

"You really love him, huh?" He nodded toward Jimin as he slept, nuzzled into Jungkook's chest and gripping loosely at his shirt.

Jungkook blushed with a shy smile as he glanced down at his snoozing husband.  He brushed the dark strands of hair off his forehead and nodded before looking back up to Pil-woo.  "Yeah.  I really, really do."

"I know I teased about the explicit version of your song, but I understood the meaning of the clean version, too, Jungkook.  I know you're going to stand by him no matter what trials and hardships come your way.  I know you'll always be there for him.  I know you already have, too.  You two have been through hell.  You were there for him even when he broke up with you and broke your heart.  Nothing in this world makes me happier than to see how loved he is."

He took a deep breath and continued, "There's nothing like a father's love for his child.  Especially his first son.  Jimin wasn't what I expected, but he's exactly how I want him.  When he told me he wanted to perform and sing and do contemporary dance and ballet, I was surprised.  When he told me he was gay, I was surprised.  When he told me he was in love with you, I was surprised.  What hasn't surprised me, though, is that I still love him no matter what.  He has no obligation to live up to what I expected him to be and I have no right to ask him to, either.  I don't want him to change a single thing about himself to be anything that I want him to be, because all I want is for him to be himself.  For him to be happy.  Jungkook, you make him happy.  I hope you always do, but in my heart, I know you always will."

Jungkook's tears spilled down his cheeks as he listened to the man he'd once been so intimidated by.  He remembered a time when he'd been so afraid of the man pouring his heart out to him because he worried he'd hate him for being gay with his son.  Instead, he'd only ever received love and acceptance from him.

"Yes.  I will always love him and I will always do everything in my power to make him happy," Jungkook affirmed as his arms tightened around his sleeping love.

"Thank you," Jimin's father whispered, wiping away at his own tears.  "Thank you for loving him as much as I do."

Jungkook shook his head.  "No, I love him as much as my heart can hold, which is a lot, but you're right.  Nothing compares to a father's love."

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A/N: I wanted fluff.  I wanted their families to be fluffy.  I'm pleased and I hope you are too, Lovely ARMY's.  May we all be so lucky as to have loving families who accept us all for who we really are.