Haneul spat out blood onto the concrete, but quickly regained his balance. "You're disgusting, Haneul! What the hell?!" Daesung yelled at him, Youngmi running off to get a teacher. "Don't you dare say anything about my fathers, or so help me god!" Haneul shouted, punching his best friend right between the eyes.
Students around them 'ooh'd and stepped back as Daesung fell onto the hard concrete outside, and Haneul climbed on top of him.
"I dare you to say one more f*cking thing."
Daesung couldn't focus his eyes on Haneul.
"I f*cking dare you."
"Your dad's disgusting, and you deserve to die." Daesung coughed up, spitting onto Haneul's face.
Just as he was about to knock Daesung unconscious, a teacher pulled him off.
"Haneul what is going on here?" His ELA teacher asked firmly, holding him back while the Spanish teacher helped Daesung stand up. "He was talking crap about my dad." Haneul told her in a tone that told her he was clearly mad. "Well that's no reason to-" "Yes it is! He has no place to say those things about my wonderful father! He should be the one in trouble, not me! He deserved a little slap on the cheek, but he kept saying more sh*t, so he got more!" Haneul yelled at her as students left the scene when the nurse and principal arrived.
"Kim Haneul we're calling your parents, let's go." His principal told him, motioning with his walkie-talkie towards inside the middle school. "He should get detention- he was bullying my dad!" Haneul told him, ripping his grip from the teachers'. "To the office. Now."
"Hello?" Jimin answered the phone, holding it to his ear. "Hello Mr. Park, this is the school principal at Seoul Middle School. Your son Kim Haneul got into a fist-fight this morning, and I'd like to schedule a meeting time if not now to discuss his behavior."
Jimin's heart dropped, and he felt tears in his eyes.
'Did yesterday really not do anything for him? Was it all just good acting?'
"Oh my lord- uhm, yes, I can be there in a few minutes." Jimin told the principal, walking towards the living room for his shoes. "Alright then Mr. Park, I will see you then." And the principal hung up.
"Hello, Mr. Park." The principal shook hands with Jimin as he entered the room, Haneul looking between the two. "Hello." Jimin smiled, but soon looking into Haneul's eyes as he sat down next to him.
"He deserved it, Mr. Lee." Haneul quickly told him, knowing he wouldn't get the chance to say much. "Haneul, I understand you're angry-" "No, I'm pissed! He was talking crap about my father who wasn't even there to defend himself. He had no right to say anything about him at all." Haneul interrupted him, knowing it would probably get him in more trouble.
Jimin's heart skipped a beat.
"Haneul, I understand. I really do. But you don't need to punch another student-" "Yes I do! You said-" "No You certainly do not." The principal cut off Haneul when he was cut off. "You said-!" "Haneul." Jimin placed a hand on Haneul's thigh, motioning for him to stop interrupting the principal.
Haneul huffed, and leaned back in his chair.
Now he'd be stuck with an angry principal and confused father for 20 minutes.
"Who's sweatshirt is this?" Haneul asked his father, helping him clean up the basement as a punishment for getting into a fight. "It's-" Jimin felt tears in his eyes as he saw Haneul holding one of V's hoodies. Haneul noticed how Jimin's mood changed.
"I-it's one of Taehyung's hoodies he gave me." Jimin explained, trying not to cry in front of Haneul. "Taehyung?" Haneul asked. "V." Jimin corrected himself, holding the blue hoodie V had.
It still smelled like him.
"Oh. I didn't realize." Haneul mumbled. "It's okay." Jimin mumbled, feeling a tear slip down his cheek. "I'm sorry." Haneul hugged Jimin, knowing how sad he now was. "No, don't be sorry. It's not like he's dead or anything. He's just not here for a while." Jimin told him, biting his lip so he wouldn't start uncontrollably sobbing.
"I remember, this blue one was the one he didn't want me to have, because it was one of his favorites. But I got it anyway, because we had just found out about you, and I pulled the child card." Jimin laughed, suddenly remembering the sex they had had a few moments after he had morning sickness. "Really?" Haneul asked, but not really wanting to know. "Yeah. I stole his black one, so he gave me this one instead." Jimin smiled, hugging the blue hoodie. "You know, Taehyung was an assassin before he became a cop." He told Haneul, deciding they were going to have a moment. "Wait, like a real assassin?!" Haneul asked in surprise. "Yeah. He's killed over 40 people in his life." Jimin nodded, hoping Haneul wouldn't tell anyone. "That's...terrifying." Haneul decided, face relaxing out of fear. Jimin laughed, deciding to explain a bit more.
"He was a very sheltered person, though. He was actually assigned to kill me, but then he kind of fell for me, so..." Jimin trailed off. "He decided to give up the job he's ever known for me, because I told him it wasn't good. So that's why he's a cop, because he wants to make up for the bad things he's done." He told him. "So my father's a murderer, that's fun." Haneul joked. "No no no not anymore, Haneul. There wasn't anything wrong with him. He was raised to kill people, it's the only thing he ever knew to do. He didn't know there were other jobs, and he didn't even know how to love himself until he met me. He was alone all of the time...the people within his industry, he killed them so I'd be safe. He killed the only people he's ever known to keep me safe." Jimin explained.
"Okay that's too sappy and lovey for me." Haneul laughed. "Well that's just so you can know more about V." Jimin laughed, turning around to leave. "I'm going to go put this somewhere safe, be right back."
That somewhere was unintentionally against his face as he grinded himself against a pillow. V's scent filled his senses, and his hormones forced him to remember all of the times they've had sex. He moaned loudly against V's blue sweatshirt, quickening his hips against the soft pillow. His climax was close, and his thighs were trembling from how bad he was holding his orgasm back.
He hasn't done this very often since V went into his coma.
He remembered all the times V ate him out, forced him to hold back his orgasm because he wasn't there yet. All the times and places he's been f*cked- and the time V fingered him on the couch without saying anything at all. He was too deep in a sexual mindset to cry about these memories, only think and moan about how hot they were.
He took in a big breath of V's smell as he finally came with a pleasurable cry, hips spasming out of control against his pillow. He panted into the thick fabric, and gasping in V's scent.
V's scent was heaven to him.
He held the blue hoodie close to him, and looked down to see his length twitching out of exhaustion. His eyes slammed shut, almost slipping into the land of dreams.
"Dad are we gonna finish the basement, or are we done? I was just asking." Haneul opened the door to Jimin's bedroom, and Jimin instantly covered himself up. "Yeah, sorry." Jimin breathed out, his heart still beating like crazy. "Okay...are...you okay?" Haneul asked, wondering why his face was blood red. "Yeah-no, I'm fine. I'll be down in a few minutes." Jimin told him, making sure Haneul couldn't see anything. "Alright." Haneul nodded, and headed back towards the basement door so the two could finish organizing and cleaning.
