Hyungie plaything {Jikook} 🔞

03

The dining hall of the Jeon mansion sparkled in the gentle morning light, where a grand table stood overflowing with a delightful array of breakfast dishes. Family members were gathered around, their conversations creating a low murmur that was tinged with an unmistakable tension.

Jungkook, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit and with his dark hair slicked back, entered the room with a commanding presence. As he settled himself at the head of the table, his eyes swept across the gathering and quickly landed on the empty seat beside him—Jimin was not there.

At the far end of the table, Jungkook's father, a formidable figure, raised an eyebrow in silent question as Jungkook adjusted his cufflinks while casting a glance toward the door. His father’s stern gaze revealed nothing, yet there was a slight shift in his expression that indicated he too was contemplating Jimin’s absence.

Breaking the subdued atmosphere, one of Jungkook’s uncles, his graying hair resplendent with authority and a sharp tone of voice, leaned forward. “I still can’t fathom why that boy”—he spat the word as if it were an unpleasant taste—“was ever adopted into this family. Giving him benefits, shares… it’s nothing short of ridiculous. He’s not one of us.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened, but rather than respond, he stirred his coffee with deliberate care, choosing to ignore the man's disdainful remark. His silence was not a sign of weakness; rather, it was a resolute refusal to engage in the pettiness that surrounded him.

Another voice, older and dripping with bitterness, joined in. “Those shares should belong to family. Real family.” One of the cousins nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with envy as they recalled the privileges Jimin had gained, privileges they felt should have come their way.

Though his gaze remained fixed on his coffee cup, Jungkook could feel the muscles in his hand tightening around the spoon. He sensed Taehyung, his cousin and closest ally, shifting beside him. Ever the peacemaker, Taehyung leaned forward, raising a hand in an attempt to quell the brewing discontent.

“Let’s not do this right now, uncle,” he said smoothly, playing the role of the diplomat. “We are family, and we ought to maintain peace at this breakfast table. Shares and privileges can wait; this isn’t the moment for such discussions.” He flashed a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “We’re all in this together, after all.”

The older men exchanged glances but fell silent, their frustration evident as they pierced their food with more force than necessary.

Just as Jungkook prepared to speak, the soft sound of footsteps drew attention to the doorway. Every head turned as Jimin entered the room. His presence was impossible to overlook.

Wearing a loose-fitting white shirt that hung off his slender frame and long shorts that ended just above his knees, Jimin appeared both innocent and captivating. A delicate white choker adorned his neck, and his dark hair, playfully decorated with tiny bunny clips, added a whimsical touch to his otherwise ethereal look. His wide and searching doe-like eyes scanned the table until they locked onto Jungkook.

“Hyungie!” Jimin’s voice, gentle and almost melodic, echoed through the room as he lit up with a bright smile and hurried to Jungkook’s side, completely unaware of the tension that hung thick in the air. Sliding into the seat next to Jungkook, their shoulders brushed against each other.

Instantly, Jungkook’s expression softened, his previously tense features easing at the sight of Jimin. Without thinking, he reached up and gently brushed one of the bunny clips in Jimin’s hair. “You’re late,” he teased lightly, though there was only warmth in his voice.

Jimin pouted, forming a delicate curve with his lips as he leaned closer. “I overslept, hyungie,” he murmured, recalling, “My tummy hurt last night, remember?”