Uɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ Lᴏᴠᴇ || ❀ TH×JM ❀

Pᴀʀᴛ- 39

"The fragrance of flowers spread only in the direction of wind but the goodness of a person spreads in all the directions "— Chanakya

The wind was chilly as it flew past the city of Seoul, the temperature was slightly chilled in the evening as Taehyung was sweating profusely, panting for some breath.

Taehyung strode across the basketball court, the ball securely in his hands as he expertly dribbled it with fluid movements. His strides were confident, calculated, each bounce of the ball resonating against the court. With precision, he aimed and launched the ball into the air, watching it arc gracefully before swishing cleanly through the hoop. A perfect two-point shot.

Trailing behind him was Jimin, his shorter legs moving as fast as they could manage. Determined yet slightly frustrated, he kept attempting to snatch the ball away from his brother. Despite his best efforts, he found himself empty-handed every time. Huffing dramatically, his cheeks puffed adorably, he finally plopped onto the court floor, folding his arms in mock annoyance.

"Uh... give me a chance too," Jimin grumbled, casting a sulky glance at Taehyung. His bottom lip jutted out in a pout, his flushed cheeks a testament to the effort he'd been putting in.

Taehyung turned to face him, his enchanting smile glowing under the court lights. The taller man walked towards the sulking figure, his soiled vest clinging to his toned body, evidence of the intense practice session. His presence exuded an effortless charm, the kind that always left people mesmerized.

"Jimin," Taehyung began as he crouched slightly, bringing himself to eye level with his brother, "you need to snatch the ball from your opponents. No one's going to hand it to you on a silver platter." His tone was calm yet firm, a mix of coaching and playful teasing.

Jimin's pout deepened as he shook his head defiantly, refusing to meet Taehyung's gaze. "You're not my opponent, Tae. It's you! You should give the ball to me," he huffed, stubbornly crossing his arms. His voice carried a hint of petulance that only made him look cuter.

Taehyung chuckled softly at Jimin's antics. "Ah, fine. How about this? Every time I shoot the ball, you'll get your turn to try, hmm? Deal?" His voice was warm, laced with fondness.

Without responding verbally, Jimin grabbed the ball and stood up, determination glinting in his eyes. He began dribbling clumsily before attempting to shoot. The ball barely grazed the hoop and fell back to the ground.

Taehyung stood nearby, watching patiently as Jimin tried over and over again. Each failed attempt was met with a soft grunt or an exaggerated sigh from Jimin, but his determination didn't falter. The taller man admired the perseverance, smiling quietly to himself. After a while, he decided to step in and help.

"Focus on your wrist movement," Taehyung called out as he approached, but Jimin barely acknowledged him, too focused on his mission.

Finally, after several tries, the ball soared through the air and swished through the hoop. "BASKET!" Jimin squealed, jumping excitedly. His happiness was infectious, his grin wide and eyes sparkling with pride.

Taehyung was by his side in an instant, wrapping his arms around the smaller man from behind. Jimin instinctively leaned into the embrace, his body relaxing against Taehyung's. The taller smiled warmly, his hand sliding to Jimin's still-flat tummy, where the tiniest sign of life resided. His fingers brushed softly over the spot, a gesture both protective and loving. Leaning in closer, his lips dangerously near Jimin's ear, he whispered teasingly, "Does this baby know its father is a little cheater?"

Jimin froze for a moment before a loud whine escaped his lips. He stomped his foot in mock indignation, squirming out of Taehyung's grip. "I'm not a cheater!" he protested, his pout more pronounced now, making him look like an adorable child.