SLUT ➣ JINCENTRIC

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There's a low knock at his door and, Jin lifts the pillow from his face to see his mother standing there with a weak smile is planted across her face.

"I hate the be the barrier of bad news, but your step-father is-"

"Coming. My step-father is coming. I know I need a moment," he sighs, letting his eyes close as he takes a deep breath.

"I know," she whispers.

He sits up to look at his mother, a fake smile is plastered on her face but can see right through it. "He's no good," he mumbles and watches as the smile drop.

"I know," she repeats, running her fingers through her tousled locks.

"Then why do you stay?" she opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Jin can see the sadness in her eyes as she musters up a smile for him. "I get it. I'll get cleaned up so he won't have a reason to yell."

He stands there, idly watching her figure leave from the doorway. Thoughts start to consume him, and all he can think about what he might do next.

Seokjin's bond with his mom is strong. They went through his biological father's cheating and his step-father abuse. Some find their relationship odd, but they don't know what goes on in his home.

He snaps out of his thoughts and gets ready to go downstairs. He paces around the room, his hands shake with nervousness, once he hears the house door open. A sudden chill takes over his whole body despite the warm temperature throughout the house.

He walks downstairs and takes a look at his mother with caked-on makeup, a white dress, and her hair now done. She stands next to his step-father with a smile, but he knows it's fake, all of this fake.

"Hello, sir," he says, approaching the older man with a bright smile.

"Seokjin," He sighs, placing a hand on the younger's back, making him flinch. "How was school?"

"It was great, I made some friends actually," he lies, the fake smile never faltering off his face.

"That's good. Well, we are going to have dinner with one of my business partners today. He has a son your age who goes to your school," his step-father notes. Jin smiles, nodding his head along, pretending to be interested.

"What's his name?" Jin asks, faking enthusiasm.

"Min Yoongi," the older answers, and the smile on Seokjin's face drops upon hearing the tiny demon's name. "Do you know him?"

Yes, I do all too well. Seokjin grimaces at the thought of being around that angry munchkin.

"I met him today. He was very kind," he lies. Not like his step-father would believe him if he told the truth.

The male smiles and takes his hand away from Seokjin's back. "That's good, maybe Yoongi will like you. You're a handsome boy," he purrs with a small smirk, caressing the younger's cheek.

Jin's eyes widen as he intakes a sharp breath, almost afraid to look at the man. "Thank you, sir." The man nods in response, patting his lower back before walking off into the living room.

He stands there stunned, uncertain of what do until his mother comes over and pulls him in for a hug as he stood there blankly unable to speak, unsure of what to even think.

"Go to your room and get dressed nicely, okay? We can talk about this later," she whispers in his ear.

His mind doesn't even process what she says, but he does as expected. He wanders to his bedroom, sobbing quietly once the door closes behind him.

Time seems to pass quickly. When he hears the doorbell ring, he frantically gets up from his bed, throwing on a better outfit before going to his bathroom and washing his face and putting eye drops in his red eyes. He walks downstairs seeing a man and woman standing next to each other with sweet smiles planted across their faces as Yoongi stood in front of the two with a scowl. Jin rolled his eyes unconsciously, seeing the boy but put on a fake smile as he went to greet the family.

"Ah, here he is. This is my stepson, Seokjin," his step=father introduces, placing a hand on his back. He waves at the couple with a bright smile, completely ignoring the smaller male in front of the two.

"Wow, your boy is so handsome," Mrs. Min gushes as Mr. Min nods, agreeing with his wife. "Have you ever thought about being an idol or an actor?"

"Yes, I-"

"He's taking over the company. No need for silly things like that," his step-father buds in with a scoff. "Seokjin, why don't you go show Yoongi your room, hm?"

Jin smiles before silently leading the other up to his bedroom. Yoongi's eyes narrowed as soon as he stepped in. "So, does your dad-"

"Stepdad," Jin corrects, glaring down at the younger as he plops down onto his bed.

The younger puts his hands up in defense with a low scoff. "Right, stepdad-Ya know, it would be nice if you stayed away from my boyfriend," he snarks, changing the subject.

"I don't like him, nor do I want him," Jin states blankly as the other takes a seat on his bed.

"Everyone wants him. He's at the top of the list for a reason," he jeers, feeling as if the older was lying. "You can tell me the truth."

"You're also at the top of the list," Jin deadpans, causing the younger to choke on his spit.

Jin stifles out a laugh watching the younger's coughing fit. "You're unbelievable," he sputters out.

"Thank you," Jin chuckles quietly, staring the male down.

Yoongi's eyes dart around the room, unsure of where to look, reluctant to look at the older. "Stop doing that," he groans, covering his hands over his face.

"Doing what?" Jin asks, faking innocence, causing the male to groan again.

He puts his hands down, finally facing the older. A blush spreads across his face as he looks down at Jin's lips. "Pouting like that. It makes me want to kiss you, and I despise you. So stop."

"You should kiss me. I wouldn't argue against it," Jin shrugs cutely, and Yoongi rolls his eyes.

Yoongi can't seem to wrap his head around how he hates Jin and want him at the same time. He slowly starts to feel himself losing control around the older.

"Okay, suit yourself. I'm just going to sit here being my usual kissable self-"

Yoongi's presses his lips against his cutting off his words, drawing away with lust-filled eyes. Jin slowly pecks the other's lips over and over again, trying his best not to laugh at Yoongi, who was becoming noticeably annoyed.

"Fuck Jin. Just kiss me properly," he whines, smacking the older's shoulder.

"What about Taehyung?" Jin questions teasingly, gaining an eye roll.

Yoongi kisses Jin again, throwing his arms around the older's neck. "Who's Taehyung?" He mutters out breathlessly against the older's lips.

A smirk plays against Jin's lips as the other desperately kisses him, hands exploring his body. He feels numb. The only thing on his mind is revenge.

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