Loving The Wrong Man (SD) ➸ Taekook ✓

- Tenth -

Sitting on one of the benches in the restaurant, Jimin sipped his hot chocolate while reviewing his history lesson. They had a test next week, and so far he had barely glanced at his notes. Since the last time he'd been here with Jungkook, he'd made a habit of coming here to work, or just to hang out away from home. There was no mistaking it, he came simply because the place was quiet and the hot chocolate was good. Certainly not for the handsome dark-haired man who served it to him with a little seductive smile. No, definitely not.

After a good ten minutes of studying, he took off from his class and massaged his forehead.

"I think I will stop there for today..."

"Is everything alright?"

He straightened up immediately, meeting Yoongi's ebony gaze. He was staring at him with a worried expression. Jimin felt his cheeks heat up.

"Y-yes, don't worry..."

Yoongi took a quick look around, then sat down opposite Jimin when he was sure no customers needed him.

"I'm going to take a little break..." he sighed.

He turned his attention back to the teenager, or more precisely to the ten or so sheets of paper spread out on the table.

"What's that? he asked. Your lessons?"

Jimin nodded.

"Y-yes, history. I have a test in a little while..."

Yoongi grabbed one of the papers and read it for a moment.

"You look like you're struggling a bit, don't you?"

Jimin scratched his cheek nervously.

"Is it that obvious?"

"I can help you if you want. Well, high school was a few years ago for me, but I was pretty good at history."

Jimin's eyes widened at first, then he shook his hands frantically.

"Oh no, don't bother with me! I'll... I'll be fine..."

Yoongi gave a small smile, which stabbed Jimin's poor little heart. How could he be so beautiful?! It was absolutely inhuman. And what followed didn't help him calm down at all: Yoongi bent down slightly, and gently came and took hold of his chin, caressing it gently.

"Mmh, but I really want to help you, little heart..."

Jimin's cheekbones suddenly flushed, causing the waiter to chuckle.

"Ah, you're so cute when you're all embarrassed..."

Jimin felt himself melting under his touch. The effect this man had on him, he had never felt that before! And the worst part was that Yoongi was well aware of it!

"I-I'm not embarrassed..." Jimin tried to convince him, but hearing his own voice he understood that he had just proved the opposite.

Yoongi didn't stop there, his hand moving discreetly from his chin to his cheek, which he stroked tenderly. Jimin couldn't help but close his eyes, and lost himself completely in this moment that seemed to belong only to them.

"Adorable..." Yoongi murmured, admiring the beauty in front of him.

They enjoyed this intimacy for a long time, without saying a single word, Yoongi continuing to caress the teenager, occasionally tickling his ear, getting little meows from the teenager. However, they were suddenly cut off by the ringing of a mobile phone, Jimin's. Yoongi immediately snapped back, as Jimin grabbed the phone and whined softly, while the waiter looked on in amusement.

"It's Jungkook." Jimin remarked.

"Pick up the phone, sweetheart. I have to go back anyway."

Yoongi ruffled his hair as he straightened up, then walked away as the teenager picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Chim? Am I disturbing you?"

Jimin bit his cheek.

"No, don't worry... What's up?"

"Oh Chim, I've just come from my mother's wedding, something crazy happened, I really have to tell you about it, you won't believe your ears!"

Hearing his best friend's excited tone, Jimin couldn't hold back a little laugh.

"You can join me, I'm at your work."

Silence.

"What are you doing there, I told you I wasn't working today."

"Aish, never mind. Either you get here or I get out, it's up to you."

"Okay, okay, I'm coming."

They hung up and Jimin finished his chocolate in one go. His gaze fell back on his study sheets, which were strewn across the table.

"I'll clean my mess..."

He picked them up and made a small pile which he put in his backpack. About fifteen minutes later, Jungkook walked into the small restaurant in a dinner jacket, drawing mocking looks from his boss and his best friend. Jungkook in a suit was definitely something not to be missed. He sat down opposite his friend, his face reddening: he had definitely been running.

"Wow, you've come really right after the wedding?" Jimin wondered. It must be really juicy news."

Jungkook caught his breath.

"You can't even imagine."

Jimin arched an eyebrow at the mischievous little smile that was beginning to form on his best friend's lips. Ah, he was definitely up to no good. Jimin didn't know if he should be excited, or if he should be worried.

"Well, are you telling me or no?" the blond boy said impatiently.

"Remember the guy I told you about? Who fucked me like a go-"

"Yes, yes I remember." Jimin cut him off, not wanting to hear the details of that night again. "Well, what's he doing here?"

Jungkook's smile deepened.

"He's my stepfather."

He had literally just dropped a bomb, Jimin was speechless. He was right, it really was the news of the year.

"Wow Jungkook... really?!"

Jungkook nodded, excited.

"And it doesn't end there. I'm moving in with him and my mum. We're going to live together."

It took Jimin a moment to digest the information. He sank into the seat, folding his arms against his chest.

"And what are you going to do?" he asked after a moment.

"Normally, I wouldn't interfere, but now... their marriage is hanging by a thread, and I'm not going to let a guy like that get away. I want to have some more fun, especially if it'll piss off my mother."

Jimin frowned.

"You're about to play a dangerous game, Jungkook. He's a married man."

"So what?"

"You could develop feelings for him. And in the end, you'll be the only one hurt."

It was Jungkook's turn to slump in his chair.

"I'm willing to take the risk."