Jungkook stood before the mirror, daylight streaming through the tall windows of his opulent room, illuminating the sharp angles of his face. With all the grace of a seasoned performer, his long, veined fingers deftly adjusted the tie at his neck.
The sleek fabric glimmered under the light, complementing the dark suit that hugged his tall, athletic frame. He looked damn good-like he'd just stepped off the cover of a magazine, and probably broke a few hearts along the way. A slow smirk crept onto his lips as he leaned in closer to the glass, whispering, "I'm coming, my love," as if he were a suave character in some rom-com.
But before Jungkook could savor the moment, a sudden commotion echoed from outside, disrupting his little love scene. "What the hell?" he muttered, brows furrowing. His gaze landed on a half-full cup of tea resting on the table like it was waiting for him to make a mess. He grabbed the cup and took a sip-because nothing says "I'm ready for the day" like a mouthful of piping hot tea-before casually sauntering to the window to inspect the chaos unfolding outside.
Just then, a shrill voice sliced through the morning air like a kid with a megaphone. "Hyungiiiiiiiii!"
Jungkook nearly spit his tea across the room, heart racing. "This brat," he groaned, exasperation mixing with amusement as he quickly set down the cup, grateful that his suit was still immaculate. After a hasty hand wash, he took one last look at his handsome reflection-just to make sure he still looked like a dashing prince-and headed out to face the madness.
The grand mansion buzzed with life, servants hustling and bustling like they were training for a marathon, all while security guards moved with a sense of purpose that would make a drill sergeant proud. Just as Jungkook navigated through the organized chaos, he was intercepted by J-Hope, his ever-enthusiastic manager. J-Hope came barreling toward him, face flushed and eyes wide with urgency.
"Sir, sir... there's a situation... Jim-"
Jungkook waved a hand as if J-Hope were trying to sell him a used car. "Please, tell me it's not about the cat again. I am not prepared for another cat-astrophe this early in the day!"
With a resigned sigh, Jungkook stepped outside, the cool breeze wafting over him like a refreshing slap in the face. At the far end of the sprawling grounds, atop a raised platform-usually meant for fancy gatherings-stood Jimin, his pint-sized stepbrother. The sight of him almost made Jungkook lose his cool.
Jimin was dressed in a ridiculously oversized blue shirt that looked like it could double as a parachute, paired with shorts that gave the illusion he was perpetually waiting for a flood. In one hand, he gripped an enormous stuffed bunny that looked like it belonged in a kindergarten playroom, while the other hand was busy shoving chocolate into his mouth like he was training for a sugar-eating competition.
"Hey, sugar plum! What in the world are you doing up there?" Jungkook called out, trying to keep his tone light while already feeling the weight of impending chaos.
Jimin shot him a look that could curdle milk, arms crossed over his chest like he was the king of the world. Then, out of nowhere, he started flinging small stones in Jungkook's direction like a pint-sized warrior. The nearby staff dove for cover, eyes wide.
"You've wrecked the whole setup!" Jungkook teased as he moved in closer, amusement bubbling in his chest. "Now get down from there before you launch yourself into orbit!"
"NO! Hyungie is going on a date without me?" Jimin wailed dramatically, his bottom lip jutted out further than a beak on a flamingo. "I want to come too! It's 'Jimin's Day'!"
With a deep sigh that echoed a thousand unwritten "why me" scripts, Jungkook tried to reason with him. "Jimin, I can't take you this time! But after the date, I promise we'll have an epic 'Jimin's Day!' Think ice cream, rides, and enough cotton candy to send us both straight to the dentist!"
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Hyungie plaything {Jikook} 🔞
Fanfiction"Hungie has a wife, but he only plays with me because I am his favorite plaything." -Jimin Book Contains: >Boy×Boy >Top kook >Bottom Jimin >Romance >Fluff/Funny >Skinship (a lot) >Obessive disorder...