My dad's fiance | TaeJinKook

Chapter 2

"Ah..Ah..AhAah" I moaned from pleasure.

After our engagement, Taehyung took me to his house. Normally, I don't go to him at all, I've only been to him once because his son was on a trip for a week.

He didn't want to introduce me to his son until it became more serious among us. They've had a bad relationship since his wife's death. And he doesn't want to hurt his son more.

"I love you, Jin." He said to me as he pushed into me hard. I didn't respond. I didn't want to lie to him about this kind of thing. 

We both groaned with every thrust. 

I was lying on my back, he held my legs open and he pounds into me aggressively.

He stared into my eyes, kissing me sometimes. I cried, shuddering as he repeatedly hit my prostate.

After while he groaned, filled me up and collapsed onto my stomach.

He pulled out of me and lay down beside me as I tried to catch my breath.

Then he wrapped arms around me and held me tightly.

"I want to introduce you to my son. He could be home by tomorrow."

"Fine," I said with closed eyes and a tight-lipped smile.

* * *

After I took a shower with Taehyung, I went to make breakfast for us.

When I was cooking, I heard the door slam and then Taehyung stomped the stairs.

He came into the kitchen and called his son.

"Jungkook! Come here!" He yelled at him.

I almost fainted from what I saw. The black-haired asshole from school is his son?

"This is Jin. My fiance. And this is Jungkook. My son." Taehyung introduced us to each other.

I stared at the boy in front of me. He looked pissed off. The atmosphere was getting tenser more and more. And then he finally spoke.

"Another gold digger? Father, you are irreparable." He smirked at me, turned around and went upstairs.

I stood there motionless and breathless. Is this guy going to be my stepson?

"Baby, I am sorry." Taehyung hugged me when tears began to flow my cheeks.

I don't cry because of the harsh words that asshole told me. I cry because he is right. I am a dirty gold digger. I hate myself. How could I agree with this engagement?

* * *

Jungkook's POV:

I slammed the door behind me in anger. "My father proposed this bitch from my college?" I yelled.

The truth is that Jungkook has thought of Jin since their first meeting. According to him, Jin looked innocent and pure but at the same time brave and honest.

Yoongi started to make fun of him that his straight friend fell in love. He didn't but he liked the feeling what he felt when he thought about Jin.

But now he can see the truth. Jin is bitch and hungry for money. Another gold digger who wants to fill empty place after his mother.

I have to break them up. I don't need some asshole to wallow in my house and think he can command me. And when my father dies, he will inherit all heritage.

And the only way to do that is to seduce Jin. If he just wants money, he doesn't care who fucks him.

My father isn't fool. When he will see what Jin really is. He will throw him away.

* * *

flashback 

"Brave freshman. Don't you think?" Yoongi said as we continued our walk to our class. I didn't respond because I didn't notice that he was talking.

I was busy thinking about a beautiful freshman who yelled at me. I never had an interest in men. Especially after the death of my mother when my father started fucking men.

Something was special in his eyes. Something sad was there but I still could see potential and ambition. I don't know why but I had to still think about these big doe eyes.

But that's not the only thing that's beautiful about him. I can imagine amazing things that I could do to his plump lips. And how I could hold his slender waist and...

Yoongi led me out of my thoughts as he nudged me.

"Hey, what is wrong? I am talking to you!" He yelled at me.

"Sorry. What did you say?" I asked with a lack of interest.

"I was asking if you going to sleep at my house today." 

"Yeah, I am" I said and began to write something in my notebook.

But after five minutes I realized I was drawing a boy, a portrait of a familiar boy.

"Isn't it a drawing of that boy from the corridor? It really looks like him." Yoongi took the notebook from me and stared at the drawing.

I took it from him and tore the picture.

"It wasn't him. Am i some weirdo or gay? Why would I draw his portrait?" I growled at him.

"You should tell me that." He smirked at me and then listened to the teacher again.

* * *

(still Flashback)

When we went to Yoongi's house we passed one freshman. He looked pissed off. And if gaze could kill I would be dead immediately.

"What's it with that gaze, belle?" Yoongi asked him but that freshman only snorted and went on. 

Yoongi is used to that others are afraid of him. He is not used to such behavior.

"Hey! I am talking to you!" Yoongi yelled at him such a way that others from our college would tremble in fear. But this boy wasn't like this.

He turned around at us and stared at us with disgust.

"You can call me Belle because I am sure you are the beast. But don't try to yell at me ever again." He said to Yoongi as if Yoongi was a little kid. 

"And you?" He pointed at me.

"Don't lay your dirty finger on Jin ever again," he said to me with the fearless gaze, turned around and went on.

We stayed there in amazement.

"What is it with this freshmen?" Yoongi asked me with a laugh when he recovered from the shock.

* * *

(still Flashback)

I sat on Yoongi's couch, thinking about one particular person. And Yoongi stalked friend of this particular person.

"I got him!" Yoongi screamed in excitement.

"His name is Park Jimin. Freshman in art faculty. 19 years old and from these photos I am sure he is gay." He smirked to himself.

Yes, we were both up all night thinking about our freshmen. I felt like a girl from high school. But I couldn't help it.

* * *

(still Flashback ofc)

"I want to invite him on a date," I said to Yoongi as we had breakfast.

"I hope you mean your Jin because Jimin is mine," Yoongi said with a serious face. Maybe too serious.

"Of course I mean Jin!" I growled at him.

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I know this book is not perfect but I write it for fun. Dont judge me please.