His Little Trespasser [P.JM]✔

23. Good Husband, Good Father

A/N: A quick reminder - I post one chapter a week and that's final!! 

This chapter is one of my favorites so far 😋.

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I was back in Jimin's Jeju island's mansion with everyone. It was a nice weekend out as I found this place especially soothing. Once a month, Jimin and his team would take a short two days vacation here in the mansion after tirelessly working all day and all night.

The mansion was empty and quiet just like the last time I was here. It seemed like Jimin had dismissed all of the maids, except for Mrs. Cha whom I just saw in the garden.

It was Jimin's camping Friday night. Surprisingly, Jimin asked me if I wanted to camp with him, despite the fact that I could somehow find my way to chop off his dick. A month ago, I came across Jimin right in this place, trusted his directory, and ended up being caught by Jin and Yoongi.

I heard Taehyung said that Jimin only camped alone. Why did he invite me?

"So... are we sleeping in the same tent?" I tried my best to not be excited, tugging my hair behind my ears with a little blush.

He smiled, that little creepy smile again. "No, because you will be sleeping on the river."

I thought I would be tossed on a plank to float on the river throughout the night, so my face's expression began to tense. I insisted that we would be sleeping in the same tent, because first, I didn't want to sleep alone. Second, I just didn't want to be alone.

Jimin, obviously amused seeing how much his joke affected me, nodded.

"Wow, it's really warm for a weather like this." I smiled, looking at the bonfire made by Jimin in front of me. I stretched out my legs and arms, swinging around to take the heat. The camping chair was also more comfortable than I anticipated.

It was late November, the coldness was getting to every corner in South Korea. The river was still flowing peacefully; the scenery reminded me of the first time I met Jimin, the mysterious camper so I called. Jimin was sitting right next to the big tent that he usually slept in. The distance between us wasn't that big, however.

"It's weird to think you have a hobby like this. I mean, you're the bad guy, but somehow you're also not." I started talking, looking back and forth between Jimin and the fire.

"I'm the bad guy so I can't have a hobby?" He raised one of his brows, challenging my concept.

"I mean- it's a little... contradicted." I defended myself.

"What's yours, then?"

"You already know. I live for sorting flowers. I'm already taking care of a flower shop as a part-time job." I beamed widely. "You see, I'm a good person and I have a normal hobby, hence it's not contradicted."

Jimin chuckled. "How do you know you are good?"

I scratched my chin, thinking. "I don't know. I feel like it?"

"If you don't know, you can't evaluate yourself as good and myself as bad." He drank a can of beer, looking at me provocatively.

I blinked twice, wanting to change this boring topic that I would never win. "I'm starting to get hungry!"

Later on, Jimin began to grill the corn, sweet potatoes, and sausages. Taehyung also warned me beforehand that Jimin wouldn't eat anything during camping. However, when I boldly asked Jimin to bring some food, he immediately agreed.

Tae, you got your best friend all wrong.

"It's getting cold." My lips formed a simper. "Can you bring out the quilts?"