𝐌𝐫. 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐭 || 𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐉𝐢𝐧 𝐅𝐅

💍𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟. 35💍

After a long silence, Jin avoided Jungkook’s unblinking gaze, feeling the weight of his stare pressing on him. The tension in the room was thick, and Jin couldn’t stand it any longer. With a heavy sigh, he rubbed his temples, trying to calm the rising frustration.

"Aren’t you hungry?" Jin asked, his voice more strained than he intended. "I’ll get something for you to eat."

"I’m not hungry—"

"Bye," Jin cut him off, hastily making his way toward the door. He didn’t even wait for a response before bolting out, shutting the door behind him with a quick click.

Jungkook blinked in surprise, then chuckled softly, leaning back against the pillows.

'How much more adorable can you get, darling?' he murmured to himself, a soft smile playing on his lips. Even in moments like this, Jin’s awkward attempts to escape made him love him even more.

Just a few minutes had passed when the door burst open with a loud bang.

But it wasn’t Jin.

"Ah great... Dad... Appa?" Jungkook gulped, bracing himself for what was coming. He knew his Appa, Jeon Hoseok, was about to lose it upon seeing his beloved son in a hospital bed.

"Ah my son! What happened? Why are you here? Oh gosh, I told you to stay away from mangoes!" Hoseok—better known as Jhope to the world—exclaimed dramatically, rushing over to Jungkook's bedside.

Jungkook could tell his Appa had rushed straight from dance practice, judging by his outfit. Hoseok, the country’s best dancer and choreographer, was never one to sit still, and his worry was as big as his energy.

Standing behind him, Jungkook spotted his Dad, Jeon Yoongi, the complete opposite of his Appa. Yoongi, calm and composed, silently approached Jungkook's chart, scanning through the medical papers with precision. As the country’s most prestigious and wealthiest doctor, he wasn’t one for emotional outbursts, and Jungkook knew he took after his Dad in that sense.

Hoseok was in full mom-mode as soon as he reached Jungkook’s bedside, not giving anyone a moment to breathe.

"I told you, Jungkook! Stay away from mangoes! What were you thinking? Do you know how dangerous it is?" Hoseok ranted, fluffing Jungkook's pillow aggressively as if that would make everything better. "And don’t even get me started on you kissing someone after they eat mango! What’s wrong with you?"

Jungkook just sat there, taking it all in, glancing at his dad, Yoongi, who was still flipping through medical papers with his usual calm demeanor.

"And you!" Hoseok suddenly turned, pointing at Yoongi, who blinked, not even looking up from the file. "You’re a doctor! A highly respected one! And you didn’t even make sure he was careful? What kind of example are you setting for our son?"

Yoongi, without lifting his eyes from the papers, replied in his monotone voice, "Darling, what are you saying? I wasn't even here. And He’s an adult. He knows what he’s doing."

"That’s not the point!" Hoseok rapped, hands on his hips. Just because he’s an adult doesn’t mean he can do whatever he wants! He could’ve been in serious trouble, "Yoongi! Don’t just stand there all calm like usual—say something to him! Scold him!"

Jungkook tried to hide his grin, his Appa’s energy always managing to lighten the mood, no matter how chaotic it got. Yoongi, on the other hand, looked at his son and simply shrugged, ignoring his husband’s dramatic display.

"I’ll leave the scolding to you, honey," Yoongi said, his lips twitching ever so slightly into a smirk.

Hoseok gasped, glaring at Yoongi. "Oh, you are impossible!"