Carle
Nothing and no one could have prepared Jungkook, Jimin and Namjoon for the day they would wake up to a baby abandoned at their doorsteps with a note saying: "Take care of your baby, asshole."
But who's the father?
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"Remind me again whose idea was this," Namjoon asked grumpily.
"Oh, hyung, cheer up. It'll be fun." Jimin replied, grabbing his hand and forcing him to walk faster. Jungkook laughed at the display.
The trio was on their way to one of New York's gay clubs. They had a hectic week at work that once the weekend rolled over, they deemed it time to go out and have fun. Jungkook was hoping to get some action at the very least.
They arrived at the entrance of the club and queued along with everyone else. Jungkook was busy eyeing up some guys. He prayed he wouldn't be going back home without a good fuck, rendering the night a waste. He dressed fancier for a reason.
As expected, they were asked for IDs and once the handler was satisfied, they were let in. The club was awash with men and women, dancing, drinking and having a good time. The guys went straight to the bar to get themselves drinks while watching the display in front of them.
"Hey, you," Hoseok, the bartender, greeted them with an enthusiastic smile. "Welcome back,"
Namjoon shook his hand while Jimin and Jungkook smiled back. "The usual, please," Namjoon said.
Hoseok nodded instantly and started working on their drinks. They were regulars after all and he considered them more friends than customers.
"So, do you see anyone?" Jimin wondered once they settled in one of the booths.
"A few," Jungkook replied with a smirk.
"That guy is definitely eyeing you up," Namjoon gestured to the bar.
Sure enough, a guy of about twenty was standing there, staring and smiling at Jungkook. Jungkook smiled back. He was cute. The guy walked over.
"Can I buy you a drink?"
"Sure," Jungkook sent him a smirk. "A beer would be great." He stood up and followed him back towards Hoseok.
"What about you?" Namjoon turned to Jimin.
Jimin shrugged, eyes on the dance floor. "You know that I take my time. The night is still young. You?"
Namjoon shook his head. "You know that I didn't come here to hook up. I'm here for a few drinks only. Plus, someone needs to remain sober to take us back home."
Jimin rolled his eyes. "Always the responsible one,"
Namjoon didn't seem offended. "Someone out of us needs to." And he meant it.
The three became inseparable since they met in college. They bonded over their common origin and grew close. Namjoon took them under his wing, being the oldest and all. They lived together in the same apartment and when they graduated and started work, they moved to a bigger one.
Namjoon was thirty five and worked as a journalist in a local newspaper. It paid well and his schedule enabled him to travel overseas sometimes, so he didn't mind it.
Jimin was thirty four. He was a photographer and a big name at that; so in demand that they could barely see him at home sometimes.
Last but not least, Jungkook was a thirty two architect. He worked in a big firm and earned the most out of the three.
They lived well and enjoyed their youth to the max. It was just that Jimin and Jungkook took it a bit further. Namjoon hooked up occasionally whenever he felt the urge to, but the duo lived for it. They never went back home from the club without another name on their belt.
