Hyungie plaything {Jikook} 🔞

08

Taehyung stepped into Jungkook's office, exhausted from a long shift at the hospital. He adjusted his scrubs and rubbed his neck, eyes scanning the quiet room. He wasn't here for his Cousin Jungkook, not directly anyway-his father had called him to stop by. Something about needing his help with some documents for the company, but Taehyung knew better than to expect a straightforward task from his father.

The office was unusually still, a stark contrast to the usual flurry of work and movement. No Jungkook behind his desk, no staff hurrying around-just silence. Taehyung frowned, feeling a strange unease settle in his chest. It was almost too quiet.

Suddenly, the glass doors flew open with a loud thud, and in came Jimin, running at full speed, his blond hair bouncing as he sprinted toward Taehyung. His hands were bandaged, wrapped in gauze from whatever trouble he had gotten into earlier. He came to a halt in front of Taehyung, eyes wide with excitement, as though he couldn't wait to share his latest antic.

"Tae-ah! I burned cash today!" Jimin declared, thrusting his hands out in front of him as if they were trophies of his mischief.

Taehyung blinked in confusion, looking down at Jimin's hands. "You... burned money?"

Jimin nodded vigorously, a grin spreading across his face. "Yeah! It was an accident though," he added, though there wasn't a single trace of regret in his voice. "It just caught fire!"

Before Taehyung could respond, Jungkook appeared behind Jimin, walking in with a frustrated expression etched across his face. He glanced at Jimin's bandaged hands and then at Taehyung, sighing as if this was just another normal day in his life.

"Yeah, he burned some cash," Jungkook said, running a hand through his hair. "But forget about the money. My father's driving me insane today."

Taehyung's brow furrowed. "What's going on now?"

Jungkook rolled his eyes. "He's stubborn as always, never listening. We had an argument earlier. He's trying to control everything about this business. Won't let me run things my way. Sometimes I think he's worse than me."

Taehyung chuckled lightly. "Sounds familiar. My dad is the same way. He called me here to help with something for the company, but I bet it's just an excuse to have me do his work."

Jungkook's lips twitched into a slight smile. "Seems like our fathers are two sides of the same coin."

Before the conversation could continue, J-Hope walked in, leaning casually against the doorframe. "It's kinda funny watching you two talk about your dads like they're some alien species," he said, grinning. "As if you both aren't turning into them."

Jungkook shot him a glare but couldn't help the smirk tugging at his lips. "You're one to talk, Hoseok. How's Yoongi-hyung?"

"Cold as ever but cute when he's asleep," J-Hope replied with a teasing grin. "You know how it is."

Before Jungkook could respond, his phone buzzed loudly in his pocket. His expression immediately shifted as he glanced at the screen. "It's Haejin," he muttered, the name of his girlfriend flashing across the screen.

Taehyung and J-Hope exchanged glances, both knowing the kind of drama that usually followed a call from Haejin. Jungkook hesitated for a moment before answering, his voice carefully controlled.

"Hey," he said, keeping his tone as neutral as possible, but the tension in his posture was unmistakable.

Haejin's voice screeched through the speaker, high-pitched and loud. "Jungkook-ah! I want to come over! Are you free?"

Jungkook winced, his eyes darting toward Taehyung and J-Hope, who were both trying not to laugh. "Not right now, I'm busy," Jungkook replied, his patience wearing thin.