Slave To The Rhythm

Chapter 8

Walking back into the house, Hoseok was met with Jimin's mother. "Hey love." He greeted, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "Oh! Hey." she said, slightly startled. "Where's my boy?" she asked, causing Hoseok to slightly freeze. "He's uh..." Before Hoseok could say anything, they saw Jimin heading up to his room. "There." he finished. She looked back at Hoseok, kissing his jaw lightly. "Is he OK?" she questioned, noticing his frustrated behavior. "Yeah... he's totally fine." Hoseok denied, kissing her forcefully to erase her mind off the boy. She slightly giggled. "Why have you been so rowdy since he's arrived?" she laughed, kissing back. 

"Don't worry about it." Hoseok replied, laughing softly. He did know, but he wouldn't dare admit.

Jimin saw, or rather heard Hoseok and his mother in the living room as he passed it. He goes upstairs and straight to his room. He needs something to distract him. But what?
He decides to take a cold shower to cool himself down and he'll feel fresher as well. He takes a long shower and hears Sophia knocking for dinner from within the bathroom. He shouts back that he'll be there and wipes up quickly. He dresses up, an over-sized V necked tee, that kind of plunged into his chest and a pair of shorts that reached his mid thigh. He didn't have time so he just left with his hair still wet and messy with a few drops of water flowing down his neck. He quickly goes down to the dining room for dinner, not wanting his mom to be suspicious of anything.

"Dinner is ready, sir." Sofia informed, walking down the stairs, from what seemed to be Jimin's room. "Very well. Thank you Sofia." Hoseok turned to Jimin's mother. "I'm going to take a quick bath" he informed. "I'm still sweaty from dancing." Jimin's mother nodded, kissing his lips lightly. "Unless you want to join." he added, winking flirtatiously. "Oh, Hobi, you're too much. " she giggled, following the man. And they did it. They showered together. Maybe even more than a shower. The two had shower sex, rough and loud. It was bliss. But what Hoseok didn't tell Jimin's mother was that all the while, he was imagining it was her only son.

Jimin reaches the dining room only to find it empty. He sees Sophia and asks her.
"Is my mother and... Mr Jung... Not down yet?"
Sophia shakes her head in denial.
"No, they went to get ready a while ago, they must be coming. Can I get you something sir?"
Jimin denies, shaking his head and thanking her, went to sit in the living room to wait for his mother. A while later he heard voices from the dining room. They must have come by now and sure enough, Sophia came in to ask him to come, the others had come. He gets up wearily, wondering what Hoseok will be like now, as he goes back into the dining room, shaking out his wet hair once more.

Dressed in a simple white shirt and trousers, Hoseok made his way downstairs with his fiance. She was dressed in a white dress to match, as he had suggested. Both decided not to dry their hair in order to not keep anyone waiting. "Sorry for the delay, showering was a little more eventful than planned." Hoseok chuckled, kissing Jimin's mother's hand as she lightly hit him and giggled. Turning, he took in Jimin's appearance. Shorts that exposed his toned legs, paired with a shirt that exposed way to much of his chest. Great. It was as if he was practically begging for it. "Focus. Focus, Hoseok." his conscious told him, causing him to quickly look away from the boy. He wouldn't let him win this battle. Taking Miyoung's hand, Hoseok walked to the table with no more than a "Good evening" to the boy.

Jimin saw Hoseok look at him, taking in his appearance, like always, but unlike always, he quickly looked away with just a short greeting. Jimin just nodded in reply.
"You too"
He knew Hoseok mentioned the shower 'being eventful' just to plant ideas in his head. He suddenly thought of what it meant as his imagination made the apples of his cheeks pink. He goes and sits in front of his mother, smiling and gazing at her softly.
"You look really beautiful mom. But, why didn't you dry your hair?"
He pouts a little at his mom making a whiny sound.
"You will catch a cold~ you know how easily you catch one. You really should take care mom. Come with me after dinner, I'll dry it for you, OK?"
He sits back comfortably in his chair as Sophia starts to serve the dinner. He quietly waits for her to finish and others to begin eating.