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Dancing With Inferno 🔞 | 02

Pairings: dilf!jimin x doctor!reader Word Count: 9.8k+ words (less smau) Genre: it's half a smau, smut, one night stand, humor, fluff, angst, kinda a medical au, co-parenting, hooking up

Summary: Who would’ve thought that one random drunken night in the city of love would bear you a child? Certainly not Jimin. The best part of his year, he thinks, is finding out he had a 5-year old son with a stranger he couldn’t get off his head. However, his son is dying. ( masterlist ) > Part 1

General Warnings: dilf!jimin is also a dom, fingering, oral (f & m receiving), pwp, body worship, nipple play, unprotected sex, reader gets pregnant, mentions of possible death, alcohol consumption, mentions of cheating, explicit language and degrading

Taglist: @jimilter @loljrau @katjimout @borahae-reads@lilmeowmeow02

Jimin sat patiently with a cup of his already cooling coffee as he recounted the moments before the transplant was administered.

His knees buckled when they had told him that he wasn't a match for his own son. He didn’t understand how that was possible, but then again, he works in an entirely different field. For the first time, he had never felt so useless. Jimin was used to solving business deal hiccups or mishaps in his life in his terms of level-headed. Sadly, there’s no amount of solving that can help when it comes to the inevitable.

It felt like it was almost as if everything had passed by in a blink of an eye. He just met his dying son for the first time today, then everything in between suddenly became a supercut of a movie only for it to end with a very willing Yoongi donating his liver.

Regardless of how instant everything was, Jimin was grateful to have a friend like him. He also knew how selfless Yoongi could be. However, this was on another spectrum of extreme selflessness he didn’t fully understand and, he didn’t know how to repay his kindness this time.

A few minutes before the evaluation had taken place, he and Yoongi stood outside of Minguk’s room as they watched the frail boy through the glass.

“You have no idea how grateful I am right now but, I have a lot of things to ask you,” Jimin looked at him wearily.

“Like what? Why I wanted to donate my liver?” Yoongi chuckled.

“It’s so reckless for you to do such a thing,” he insisted with so much worry. The last thing Jimin wants is to bury his kid and his friend.

“No, it’s brilliant, heroic even,” Yoongi retorted.

“What if, let’s say,” Jimin threw his head back in frustration, “You die in there?”

Yoongi scoffed, “Then I die. Basic.” Jimin’s shoulders slumped as he gave him a death glare for being so nonchalant about it, “I have my reasons.”

Jimin rolled his eyes, “Which is?”

“I've seen how remorseful you were when you saw your son the first time and, you never regretted shit in your life,” Yoongi looked at your son with soft eyes, his lips pulling a small smile at the corners of his mouth. “Besides, you saved my family some face when you offered a joint partnership. If there’s anyone that should be extending their gratitude, then that would be me,” Jimin pressed his lips together to a thin line as he glanced over Yoongi.

A few years ago, Min Logistics’ cargo ship had sunk in the middle of the ocean en route to Japan, sinking their important client’s biggest shipment of the year. The accident resulted in the client pulling out their shares and terminating their contract. This took a detrimental blow on Yoongi’s company. On the verge of filing bankruptcy and closing the company for good, Jimin had stepped right on time as soon as he became the CEO of Park Industries; offering a joint partnership that saved his company.

“Isn’t everything happening so fast?” He says with both palms on his forehead, “Aren’t you supposed to be scheduled first before cutting you open?”

“What's the point of being rich?” Jimin’s eyes grew wide in disbelief.

“Are you insane!?” He lightly punched Yoongi’s arm, who only chuckled as he dodged the blow.

“I've yet to find out,” Yoongi snickered.

“You’re impossible,” Jimin pinched the bridge of his nose, “How will you work after this?”

“I’ll work from home as soon as I feel a bit better. In the meantime, my secretary and COO would have to cover for me during meetings I can't attend,” that’s the thing with him – Yoongi was always ten steps ahead of everything.

Jimin pursed his lips, “I hope they check on your organs first before they find out how deranged you are”

“I quit my vices a long time ago,” he raised a finger and waved it at Jimin, “And the three of you need to keep up.”

Yoongi always had this inkling inside but, he wasn’t sure if he could call it sixth sense or straight up delusion. Two years ago, he felt the need to keep himself healthy. He had a hunch that one day, something serious might happen. For a long time, he thought it pertained to his well-being. Seeing how things are now, he’s glad he decided to stick to his gut feel.

Jimin watched you try to calm yourself down at the end of the hall. Even with messy hair and puffy eyes, he still thinks you’re as beautiful as the last time he saw you, except this time, the world weighted over your shoulders. He frowned when all it took for you was a minute to wipe away your tears and get back to work with a fake smile on your face.

“I almost forgot,” he tapped on Jimin’s chest with the back of his hand, “Congrats on finding her. Took you a while, no?” Jimin’s eyes grew wide.

Yoongi was there when you and Jimin exchanged laughter as if the both of you were in your own world. He noticed how Jimin’s eyes lit up whenever he looked at you versus how it wasn't anything like Jimin did with Mia – uninterested and not as engaged as he was with you. It was almost as if you were a sought-after painting that hung on a museum’s wall, and by the looks of it, he figured that his friend had found his match.

A day before their flight back to Korea, Jimin had told them he’d have to extend his stay about something business-related but, Yoongi thinks otherwise. He had spent numerous nights where they had drunk off their asses with nothing but regrets the next day.

With the way Jimin was so hung up on trying to remember your name the entirety of the trip, he was almost certain this was not just any hangover Jimin could get rid of with a painkiller.

“I honestly don't know how to approach her,” Jimin sadly admitted.

Yoongi snickered, “Lost your touch already?”

“I– okay, fuck you but, no,” Jimin looked away when his eyes became shifty. “I just…I feel bad I was kind of an ass a week ago,” Yoongi lifted his brows with widened eyes, seeming to have found out how it went wrong.

“Don’t tell me you had jitters,” All Jimin could give him was a glare when he laughed breathlessly, with one hand over his stomach and the other held on Jimin’s shoulder, “You always find ways of setting yourself up, don’t you?” Yoongi says while wiping the corner of his eye with a finger.

Jimin sulked, “Unfortunately.”

If he could only turn back the time to last week, he would’ve approached the situation a lot better than he did. Jimin would always blurt out the most out of pocket things to say whenever he’d feel like he was cramped in hapless situations. On the contrary, he did try to work on it but, if anyone made him choose between flight or fright, he would always find himself running to the nearest exit.

Except this time, it’s different. For the first time in his life, he’s choosing the former with no backup plan.

Half a month into your son’s recovery, he had slowly returned to his usual cheerful self. Jimin always made it a point to make his visiting hours worthwhile – dropping by the hospital to check up on his son after a long day from work, and even on weekends when he’s not expected to report anything unless he was needed to.

Keeping this secret chewed him whole. It's a good thing that he knows how to manage his time. That way, his father will never grow suspicious if he misses any business meetings. If his grandma were still alive, she'll surely knock his head with a slipper for keeping his child in secrecy.

Jimin wanted to substantiate that he'd always be there whether things went smoothly or turned around completely during Minguk’s recovery. Thankfully, his son’s body is responding well to the transplant and, the post-surgery treatments were nothing but helpful in making sure he can go back to living normally again.

Seokjin always checked his vitals thoroughly even when his rounds were about to end and always made sure to leave fresh flowers by his bedside table. He says it’s for a sense of the outdoors but, you don’t complain. If anything, you were grateful to have a friend who looked out for your son. When Hoseok came by to visit, he brought a lot of fruits you were happy to receive on your son’s behalf. Of course, as a mother, who wouldn’t find that to be the best gift of all time?

You heard Yoongi’s recovery was also going pretty well. The last time you asked how he was, the nurses complained about how much of a workaholic that man was. The staff that helped in administering his surgery told you how he jokingly asked them if he could be on a zoom call during the surgery – which he took back when none of them laughed.

Meanwhile, Taehyung and Jungkook had started what seemed to be a contest of who gives the best gift that ended with Jungkook winning when he tanked Taehyung’s toy cars with a PS5.

Everything was getting better but, Jimin couldn't take the guilt anymore. He felt awful hiding his son from his family, especially his mother. Before he went to the hospital, he dropped by her house to tell her everything that there is to know about you and Minguk. At first, she was taken aback by the news, but later on, commending him for doing the right thing.

“Mama, I feel so loved!” You giggled at him.

“Of course you are,” your adorable conversation was cut when a knock on the door revealed Jimin and his mother. Quickly standing up from your seat, you politely greeted her.

Jimin’s mother, to picture her in the best way possible, had a very regal demeanor to her. She spoke softly and looked like she enjoyed drinking tea while reading an intellectual book you’ve never heard of in her free time. Like Jimin, she had an intimidating aura yet warm around her but, she wasn’t hostile towards you. The way she moved and talked to you and Minguk was reverent.

Minguk shyly greeted her at first but, after a few minutes of exchanging awkward small talk, the two of them were exchanging laughter and stories. She told stories about her childhood, then moved forward to Jimin’s childhood and what he was like as a boy. Your son’s eyes were glassed with so much wonder at everything she said.

Throughout their conversation, Jimin was gripping at the edge of his seat. Internally praying that his mother would leave out some parts of the story, mostly from when he rebelled against them and that she did. He hoped that when Minguk got older, he’d never do half the problematic shit he did just for the sake of the thrill.

While listening to her stories, you found out that Jimin was endeared with animals. You suddenly remembered someone from med school who had told you that dating a man who likes animals is the way to go because they tend to make patient and loving partners. Maybe Jimin was all that and more but, you will never know.

It was funny how she was just like Seokjin. Jimin’s mother was a firm believer that taking a five-minute walk to the garden is good for the body and soul. It would be disheartening for you if you denied the idea so, you agreed. Jimin pushing Minguk’s wheelchair in the hospital yard was just a pleasant sight to see. From afar, you watched them as they pointed at every butterfly that landed on the beautiful flowers that sprawled the area.

“It must have been hard for you to raise Minguk on your own,” Jimin’s mother smiled sweetly at you as she grabbed your hand.

“It was, but I couldn’t have done it without everyone’s help,” you gently squeezed it back.

“When Jimin told me about his son, I almost didn’t want to believe him at first. I know how my son’s heart melted when it came to kids," she lovingly watched as Minguk giggled when a butterfly landed on his nose, "It wouldn’t be crazy for me to think that he was going through all this trouble for someone else's child.”

She looked at you as she ran a thumb over the back of your hand, “I’ll be honest with you, Y/N. I wasn’t keen on meeting Jimin's allegedly estranged son but knowing what I know now after meeting Minguk's beautiful soul, I’d like to thank you for raising him better than I raised Jimin.”

You wanted to shed tears at her kind words but, you tried to hold it in, “Thank you so much, ma'am. I guess I just got lucky to have such a good kid.”

“He reminds me so much of Jimin,” she warmly beamed at you, “Speaking of, I’ve never seen my son smile like that.” There was a hint of sadness in her eyes as she said it but, you don’t ask further out of respect to their family’s privacy. You were only a part of their story and will never be part of their family.

Meeting Jimin’s mother was such a charm. She was a loving grandmother to Minguk who would happily offer to peel his fruits whenever he finished eating his meals. She spoke to you in ways your mother should have.

It made you think about your mother, who was never really one to care about others and lacked mothering. But then again, you know better than to resent her for the rest of your life when it will only bound you to her as a perennial daughter begging for her warmth.

More days came by at the hospital where Jimin's friends would drop by from time to time. Jimin not only took care of Minguk but also looked after you. He always brought you food, knowing you had missed your meals again though he had to lie and say it was the restaurant's mistake for adding an additional takeout. Sometimes when he had nothing to do the next day, he insisted that you lay your head on his lap to catch on some sleep while he watches over Minguk.

On the day Minguk was set to be discharged, he stood by the door with a bouquet of peonies ready to hand to you, “What’s this for? It’s not my birthday yet.”

Running out of excuses, he settled with the first thing that came to his mind, “That’s for being mother of the century.”

You’ve heard of co-parenting horrors from your other divorced co-workers but, your relationship with Jimin has been nothing but fantastic. They said settling differences was extremely hard for them to even after marriage. However, that wasn’t the case for you and Jimin.

Both of you had agreed to set up a schedule for your son. Minguk stays with you 4x a week while he stays with Jimin 3x a week, which was Friday and weekends.

It went alright at first until Jimin’s slightest touch, whenever he reached something from behind or above you, raised the hairs on your body. You penned it as flirting, given that he always tried to throw you with his casual (but also, not so casual) stares.

He used to greet you by the door but, now he kisses your cheek whenever he finds the chance or the way you pretend not to notice whenever he watches your ass while you do chores.

Whenever Seokjin went out on a date, a family movie night somehow turned into two teenagers rubbing their skin for contact in secrecy. At this point, you had grown at ease with his presence so, you let it slide.

Sometimes, when your tiredness from your rounds takes over, you unknowingly rest your head on his shoulders while Minguk’s Disney movie of the night plays. Jimin tucks away the stray hairs that curtained your face as he adjusts himself comfortably without disturbing the only time you get to catch on some rest.

Minguk looked like he was having the time of his life over at Jimin’s. The weeks came and went fast, they were starting to run out of ideas on what to do next. After giving much thought, Jimin felt it would be better to have Minguk write a list of things he hasn't done before. Scanning through his son's scrambled handwriting, he found out that Minguk had never been to a zoo. Eventually, they settled on a zoo trip and a lazy weekend with Jungkook.

“Papa, why don’t we just eat by the sink so we can just push our plates after we’re done?”

“What?” Jimin blinked and was caught off guard with his son’s suggestion over breakfast.

“It’ll save you time and effort, y'know?”

Ruffling Minguk’s hair, he chuckled at his son’s idea, “Wow, you really are my son.”

Jimin wanted to laugh so bad. There were many days in his mundane adult life where he did the same exact thing that Minguk had suggested because he was too lazy to walk his dirty dishes to the sink.

What better way to spend a boys-only weekend than invite Jungkook over to put the PS5 he had gifted Minguk to good use?

After spending his 3 days with Minguk, he drops him off at your house with the biggest smile on his face. You were excited about your son coming home but, you’d be a hypocrite not to admit that you also looked forward to seeing Jimin.

“Hi, mama!” You extended both of your arms widely, preparing to get your most awaited hug from the sweetest little boy.

“Hi, baby! How was your day with papa?”

He excitedly gushed about all the animals he saw during their trip to the local zoo, “T’was good! We went to see the pimgweens”

“Penguins,” Jimin corrected.

“The penguins!”

You also noted the change in Minguk’s vocabulary and pronunciation. It helped that Jimin was always there to correct him most affectionately.

Although it was a whirlwind reunion at first, there were plenty of things you could be thankful for Jimin for always being there with you in raising your son.

Not only did Minguk look like the literal mini him, but he also inherited the funny quips and casual eye-rolling from him. Although it was cute, Jimin discreetly hoped Minguk would never take after him. Doing the right thing from the start is better than trying to straighten it when it's too late.

The typical trope of a big shot CEO falling in love with a stranger he just met and knocked up only happens in a hallmark movie. But when he finds himself gravitating towards you and, funnily enough, constantly finding ways of seeing you out of your agreed co-parenting schedule, he’s starting to think that maybe whatever it is that you both had deserved its own movie.

On the way to your small office, Seokjin squinted his eyes as he spotted a familiar blonde patiently waiting for you by the door. As he walked closer and closer, he gasped when it was Jimin.

"H-hey, Mr. Park. What are you doing here?" He scanned all over Jimin's body and tried to see if he showed symptoms of any diseases or if he had gotten injured. "I hope you're not sick," he frowned at the thought.

Jimin's lips parted as he shook his head, "I– uh I'm good. Just waiting for Y/N to finish."

Seokjin slowly nodded his head, "Okay...I'll just drop these to her. Be back in a bit."

He knocked on your door twice but didn't wait for you to tell him he could come in. His eyes were so wide and shifted from you then to the door. You weren't getting what he was trying to tell you so, you tilted your head to the side with brows knitted together. His hands made gestures that still confused you so, you mimicked it instead.

“Please tell me why your baby daddy’s waiting for you outside when Minguk was discharged months ago,” Seokjin asked with a sassy arched brow.

“He wanted us to buy more toys for Minguk,” you shrugged but, you knew there was more to come out of his mouth.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” you tried your best to avoid his gaze by pretending to look for a pen.

“Then define the relationship!” He whisper yelled.

This was something you never expected your best friend to ask you about. Sure, you and Jimin flirted back and forth but, to justify things, perhaps it was that the both of you had grown comfortable with each other's company already. But not everything is rainbows and butterflies to the already complicated story.

"I can't when there's nothing to define. We're simply co-parenting and, that's it. I can't even stomach how I might ruin a relationship all because I needed his help,” you flared with frustration – not at Seokjin but for yourself. “You think I want this? Fuck no. But Minguk needed a father even if I hate to admit it,” Seokjin looked at you with so much concern.

“Besides, I don’t wanna add up to his already busy life. I mean, look at him,” You and Seokjin slightly opened the door to peek through the crack and watched Jimin get on an important call with a creased forehead, “He’s already stressed from work.”

“We have your child,” Jimin’s spine chilled at the caller from the other line.

“How much money do you want and, what are your demands?” He sternly asked.

You and Seokjin were huddled together by the door and gasped almost inaudibly at what you heard. Could it be that your son was in danger? You checked on your maternal instinct only to disappointingly feel nothing.

“He's filthy rich too?” You quickly shushed Seokjin, afraid that Jimin might find you eavesdropping at him, “I can’t believe we were raising a young master, Y/N!” He lightly hit your arm, still intently watching Jimin.

“Sir, are you crazy? This is Lyn from the daycare center and, we need you to pick your son up because we’re closing soon,” the person from the other line was beyond appalled with how Jimin responded to her notification.

“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry. I’ll be there in 10 with my wife,” he lets out an awkward laugh.

Seokjin knows. He knows how in denial and dense you were but, what he didn’t expect was Jimin radiated the same energy as you – only a bit more flirty. It took him a while to stop blaming himself for begging you to have fun with him many summers ago in Paris and your misfortune of facing your parents' violent lashes. Though right now, he thinks he must’ve done something good amidst the messy past.

“So, my wife huh? Remind me again why you haven’t put a label on it yet.”

You didn’t want to have this conversation with him anymore when you know for a fact that Jimin's fiance might froth at the mouth if ever she finds out. Minguk always comes first like it always has and will always be. Whatever confusing feeling you have for his father, you think, can be set aside or, better yet, pushed away.

All that constant push and pull of trying to build that safe distance between you was a failure when you found yourself sucking Jimin’s cock in the guest room while your son slept soundly in the other room. You took it hard on yourself when you realized you wanted to move through with this seemingly harrowing feeling.

Yet here you are – hair sprawled in sheets with a lust hooded lid Jimin gazing all over your naked body. There was not much to remember of that night in Paris. But tonight, you have everything to save in your memory bank.

“This is bad..but–”

“We can stop if you want,” Jimin looked down at you. Under his touch, you were meek and feeble. You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want this to go on.

“No,” you say with a shaky voice.

“No?”

“No, I…I don’t want you to stop,” taking a sharp breath before you continued, “I want you to fuck me the way you like it,” he darkly chuckled at your request.

“If we do it my way, we might wake him up,” he chuckled.

Lowering himself, he leaves fervent chaste kisses on your neck, making your body shudder at the foreign feeling you had thought you had already forgotten, “Although I do have a lot in mind that I’d like to try but right now, I need you to stay quiet. Maybe next time?”

And with a light nip at your skin, making sure he doesn’t mark it just yet, he planted a quick kiss on your neck before he ran the tip of his already needing member to your slit, slightly parting the dripping folds apart. When he bucked his hips forward, his tip easily slid inside of you. You gasped at how his girth filled you up slowly.

“You’re so,” he groaned raspily before slamming the rest of his length in, “fucking tight”

You whimpered as you grabbed on his arm, head spinning from the stimulation when his hips flush you. Snaking his hands to your ass with a tight grip, he pushed you towards him. In that position, he can inch himself deeper inside you.

He smirked when he saw his cock embedded underneath your skin. Gently, he puts a hand over your lower abdomen and presses on it, “Want you to remember how I fucked you so deep.”

Your back arched at the newfound pleasure. Grunting deeply, Jimin dipped his head to the crook of your neck when you rolled your hips to match his rhythm. When a moan escaped from your lips, he quickly covered your mouth shut with a hand to muffle the sound.

“Want you to remember who fucked you properly,” now ramming uncontrollably inside of you, you let out a sob of pleasure when the knots in your stomach tightened.

“I’m close–,” you whispered breathlessly.

“Want you to cum all over my cock, princess.”

“Mmm, yes f-fuck,” you whimpered, almost with no sound coming out of your mouth anymore.

“Look at me when you cum,” Jimin pulled back and held on your hips with both hands as he watched you try your hardest to stifle all the moans with parted lips, “Wanna see your freshly fucked pretty face when you do.”

There was a low grunt in his chest as he quickened the pace, sweat dripping from his forehead from the intensity. Legs jolting and toes curling, you shut your eyes tightly as the hot pleasure washed over you in crashing tidal waves.

“Is it safe inside?” You shook your head tiredly.

After having Minguk, you had been the most celibate person you know. You had no plans of being sexually active again so, you never bothered to get any form of birth control anymore. That is until Jimin came back.

He rode you out of your pleasure. From your soft moan, he finally finds himself eagerly pulling out of you and pumping his cock a few more times until his hot load splatters all over your pussy, covering your entrance completely white.

Slowly crawling lower to your cunt, he spreads your folds and intently watches his cum drip from your pussy down to the sheets that echoed a satisfied hum from him, “Beautiful.”

Too worn out to even open an eye but, you were sure you heard shuffling and the tap running. When the warm wet cloth suddenly made contact with your still sensitive area, you peeled an eye open to see Jimin cleaning you up. Your lips pulled a tired smile at the gesture.

“What are we aside from co-parenting?” You absentmindedly asked, making him stop briefly.

“I…I don't know,” Jimin stammered his words out.

“Right,” that hurt you, didn’t it? You should have known better than giving in to your libido.

Even if he wanted to be with you, he knows being with him is complicated. He has a lot of hang-ups, mainly the forthcoming wedding he never asked for. Mia and he agreed to have sex with other people but having a kid with someone else wasn’t part of the deal. All his life, all he knew was to jump from one mistake to another but, the best one that stood out from all of it was you.

“I'm sorry. It’s just…I think you deserve someone better. If I could turn back time, I wouldn’t approach you because maybe if I didn’t, Minguk would’ve had a better father,” he says while continuing to wipe you down.

“Sorry, I even asked. I... I don’t want you to be mean to yourself,” you apologized while padding your thumb at his wrist. “He thinks you’re the best papa in the world, you know?”

“As selfish as it sounds, I'm already cool with whatever we’re doing. I’ll take any role in your lives, to be honest,” Jimin knows what he wants but, he just can’t say it. You already had to deal with so much in the past because of him. Maybe if you had met under different circumstances, then he wouldn’t think twice about being with you.

The day you left him alone in his hotel room in Paris, he looked for you, not inside the four walls of the hotel, but even went to the extent of extending his stay in Paris in hopes of bumping into you randomly at the same bar or some random street but to no avail.

He wished he remembered your name. Maybe that way, he could've found you faster. All he remembers are your eyes – There was something in your eyes that wanted him to stay. Not only did you taste divine, but you were also heaven yourself – heaven he had locked himself out of when his fiance knocked on his door to surprise him, bringing him to his senses back.

All along, he held himself back, thinking there was nothing he could do about his situation. But looking at your sleeping figure now, he felt his heart flutter grow big by the minute. That’s when he realized he’s willing to make things right this time because there’s no way in hell he’s letting you go this time.

An attending nurse called for you, letting you know that someone was looking for you. Looking at your empty calendar, you weren’t expecting to see anyone today. If it were Jimin, he wouldn’t wait for you in the lobby and would comfortably make his way to where you were. You thought it could be a returning patient for a checkup.

As you slowly approached the lobby, you timidly dragged your sore body until you heard a burst of familiar laughter. Taking a longer stride in your steps, you spot Hoseok laughing at one of Seokjin’s jokes.

“Oh, there she is,” Seokjin smiled when he saw the ecstatic look on your face.

“Hoseok!” You ran up to him and gave him a huge bear hug. Like you, he was very happy to see you so, he catches you and spins you around in excitement, “Since when did you get back?”

“I just landed but, I decided why not drop by since you were along the way,” he beamed from ear to ear.

“I hope New York has been good to you,” you lightly squeezed his arm with affection.

“Oh,” he scratched the back of his head, “It was terrible!”

You scrunch your nose, “Why’s that?”

“Well, New Yorkers are loud like mom. That’s one,” you laughed at the comparison, “Also, did you know they used ‘good’ a lot? Like, they ask me how I am with ‘You good?’ or if let’s say, I slipped and broke my back. They hit me back again with ‘you good’ the word itself stopped making sense to me already!”

Laughing at your brother’s stories always relieves you from a long and tiring day. It was one of the things you missed the most when you had to move out of your very comfortable home and live independently with Seokjin.

“I mean, why go to Paris when you can go to New York, right?” There was an exchange of wide-eyed glares between you and Seokjin, who zipped an imaginary zipper to his mouth then threw the imaginary key over his shoulder.

“Did I say something weird?” Squinting his eyes at your reaction, Hoseok asked with a tilted head to the side. You shook your heads hastily while Seokjin mustered a nervous laugh.

“Nothing, nothing. I was planning to go to New York someday,” he lied.

“A little consolation for New York though, they have the best pizza,” Hoseok held up two thumbs with a smile that reached up to his eyes.

“Better than Italy’s?” Seokjin probed.

“I wouldn’t say––”

A commotion cuts their catch up short when a woman angrily storms inside, yelling out cusses and, she forces her way in. The guards tried to hold her back respectfully but, she violently pushed his hands away and continued to walk towards the receptionist.

“Where’s Y/N? Your slut doctor?”

You gasped in shock at the mention of your name. Even worse, A lot of gazed were on you. Whispers filled the entire room as they waited to watch the scandalous confrontation unfold in front of them. With the way she referred to you, you figured this was the fiance Jimin was referring to. He didn’t lie when he said she was a spawn of satan herself.

“T-that’s me, can I help you?” Your voice croaked in fear.

She looked at you from head to toe with a scowl, “Help me? After my fiance called it off? Why are you such a whore that you decided to get pregnant?”

Frozen in your spot, you were trembling at her words but, she was far from over, “Oh, so now you’re embarrassed? You should’ve been embarrassed the moment you spread your legs!” You stood there, humiliated and sobbing, and couldn’t defend yourself because you knew she was right, “You’re a doctor. You make good money. Are you that hungry to sell yourself?”

Hoseok’s twin senses tingled rapidly, feeling the need to step in to protect you, “Ma’am, please leave.”

Seokjin signaled the guards to drag Mia out of the hospital, hoping that a team of well-built men could escort a petite woman easily. For the last time, she screamed at the top of her lungs while pointing at you, “Answer me, you bitch!”

When the guards came, they literally had to drag her out to stop the disturbance she had caused. Even when she was already outside, she fought back but only failed.

Hoseok was supposed to leave after he had dropped by but decided to stay longer with you instead. Seokjin, on the other hand, angrily called out the on-lookers who were gossiping about you.

All you felt the whole day was numbness and shame; numb that you couldn’t believe something humiliating just happened to you in a place full of people and shame that your good track record at the hospital is now tainted.

Jimin had called for his parents to meet up with him to let them know of his final decision. During his long engagement, his father and the rest of everyone he met constantly asked the same thing: How’s the wedding preparation going? He isn’t one to give in to people’s persuasion, but god did their prying piss him off so much for adding unwanted pressure on him.

“I have something very important to tell you,” Jimin avoided his father’s gaze. “I’ll cut to the chase and flatly tell you that I recently found out that I have a 5-year old son.”

“And I also have no plans on marrying Mia when we’ve been seeing other people, respectively. I’ve already informed her of my decision,” Jimin gulped as he looked at his father, fuming in anger.

His father slammed a fist to the table, making him and his mother abruptly look at him in fear, “You are incompetent, impulsive, and irresponsible for bringing the company I had worked hard for to filth!”

‘Ah, I see we’re back to my old nicknames again,’ he thought. Once again, he was the family disappointment but, he didn’t budge. He stood by to what he thought any parent would do, “Thanks for reminding, dad. I just wanted to be a good father.”

His parents weren’t on the best terms so, it would be no surprise if Jimin’s mother sided with him on this one, “Let him be. Jimin’s a grown man and I’ve met his lovely boy. They did a good job at raising him.”

In utter disbelief, his father whipped his head towards his mother, “And you tolerated his bad behavior? I’m not surprised, he took it after you.” Finally facing Jimin with a finger, “What does this imbecile know about being a good father?”

That’s when Jimin finally blew up. After waiting for so long on the day he can retort something good to his father’s snarky remarks, he found the perfect opportunity to answer back.

“Definitely not like you. I would never degrade my children the way you do,” he stormed out of the restaurant wanting to throw a public fit.

Anger and disgust are what he felt for his father. Sure he provided all the basic needs money could buy for him but growing up, Jimin always longed for a father who cared for him and spent time getting to know him the way he is now with Minguk.

On the walk to his car, Seokjin immediately called him, “What?” He irritatedly asked but, it soon turned to panic with how Seokjin delivered the news.

“Park Jimin, I swear to god, I will rip you in half! Y/N doesn’t deserve this!” His brows furrowed in confusion with what Seokjin had just said. He was about to ask what happened but, Seokjin wasn’t done surging his anger yet, “Your ex-fiance dressed in tacky Prada humiliated her in front of the staff!”

“She what!?” With wide eyes and brows shooting up, he held a hand to his head in terror.

“Yeah, you heard me. Your fake blonde girlfriend humiliated Y/N in front of everybody. Even called her a whore for having a child with you,” Jimin massaged his temples, feeling that an impending headache was about to form. “Maybe if you used a condom that night, none of this would’ve happened.”

He wanted to agree with Seokjin but, if he did, he’d never have the chance to father a child he fondly liked to carry on his shoulders. He knows he has a long list of regrets, but none of them included meeting you and having Minguk.

All he could give him was an apology and a groan as soon as they hung up. The next best logical thing to do to straighten things out is to talk to his ex-fiance and put Mia in her place – out of his life and his family’s tail. He had to do it to protect you and Minguk, even if he wasn’t sure the effort would bear anything at all anymore.

Jimin was sure Mia understood him after he honestly confessed to what happened between the two of you in Paris. He was expecting her to cry her heart out for him or guilt-trip him again like she always did. Surprisingly, she didn’t. However, she still gave him a backhanded compliment after wishing him well in fatherhood.

He thought things were about to go well but, he finds himself red in anger as he drives over to Mia’s place. Mia was such a force herself. She is anything but predictable.

“I see you’ve found your way back home?” She greeted him with a grin. When she was about to snake her arms around him, he backed away immediately.

“You don’t even feel like home to me,” he said strongly through gritted teeth that shocked her. “You feel like a warehouse of all my poor, illogical decisions – no, fuck that – you tolerated me to do worse and called it love when in reality, we weren’t facing all the odds in the world, we were facing the consequences of our bad choices,” Jimin seethed in anger.

“Jimin I–,” she stammered, “I don’t understand how you could throw away all of our happy years just like that. Didn’t we have fun?”

Jimin shook his head, “I’m over with that phase already. I can’t keep doing crack shit when I’m 50! Do you even understand that?”

With furrowed brows, Mia was about to retort but Jimin cut him off quickly, “You think I don’t know what you’re doing? Weren’t you the one who proposed the idea of seeing other people just so you can freely go out with the guy you’ve been cheating on with and calling it an open relationship so you can live guilt-free?”

Mia was flawed and complex, but her imperfection is what made her human. Coming from a very comfortable background, she was expected to live up to her parents’ standards; but she always begged to differ. Eight years and with no plans of getting married, Mia had grown tired of pleasing everybody in her family, and though she hated to admit it, she was never meant for monogamy.

She was fine being a long-time girlfriend and found that the best solution to keep herself satiated is by having an open relationship. It took a while before Jimin finally agreed but, it paid off nonetheless. Having multiple partners isn't conventional but, the thing about it is it fills in the gaps the other people that she’s seeing are lacking.

Mia is currently seeing someone who gave her a sense of stability but, he wasn’t anything like Jimin. Jimin was her sense of adventure, having shared their first times together. She was with him when he won his first illegal car race and when he inked ‘Nevermind’ on his ribs – he was the fun that her other guy wasn’t and, that was hard for her to let go.

“I love you but, I also love him. I…I don’t want to live a life full of regret if I chose one over the other and, then this Y/N had to–”

“Y/N has nothing to do with us. Our relationship already had cracks even before she came in the picture,“ he sternly looked at her.

“Well, how about the engagement, huh? You think our parents will like this?”

“Fuck that. You randomly found my grandma’s ring, which you should give back by the way, and suddenly announced an engagement I don’t know of just because you were feeling silly and quirky that day!” She stayed silent because it was the truth.

“Why? So you can give it to her?” She scoffed, trying to keep all the pain inside. The only thing she could hold on to right now is what’s left of her pride.

“Yeah, and what about it?” Jimin crossed his arms with a jaw clenched in anger.

Jimin was always easy to sway because he never knew what he wanted in life except for this time, it looks like things aren’t going her way anymore, “Do..do you love her?”

He stared at her coldly, feeling nothing for her whimpers, "Why do you think I'm doing all these things?"

Jimin wasn’t in love with Mia, he was in love with the idea of her. Being with her felt like digging through a pile of mysteries only to find out how shallow the pit was. There was nothing else that she could offer other than temporary bliss. That was one of the reasons why Jimin never saw himself marrying her.

When it dawned on her that he was serious about it, she realized he was done with her for good this time around. She will never fully understand what it's like to pull heaven and hell for some but, she sure knows she played a losing game against someone like you who was never playing.

Mia knows she did this to herself. She was ashamed that she thought she had her excuses covered well when in reality, she wasn’t as sleek as she thought she was. All she could do right now was cover her face as she sobbed but, Jimin felt nothing but apathy for her.

“I’m…I’m really sorry, Jimin,” her bottom lip quivered.

“You should be.”

It was an awkward month in schedule with Jimin.

You have found it easier to simply hide away in your room and let Seokjin cover for you whenever he drops by to pick Minguk up. Whenever Jimin would ask for you, Seokjin always thought of reasons to tell him – from working shifts overtime at the hospital to simply feeling under the weather. Not once did Jimin buy the excuse but, he accepted it nonetheless.

Whenever Jimin rang the doorbell, you and Seokjin would signal each other with your hands – Seokjin pointed to the door with arched brows while you shook your hands aggressively, mouthing ‘you do it’ then running back to your room.

Jimin was very understanding about it. He knew you were somewhere inside but still gave you your much-needed space for him. The way Mia had humiliated you was very unsettling yet, he couldn’t help but miss your presence. Here he was again at your door, fetching your son as it was his turn to spend his weekend with Minguk. Standing beside him was Seokjin who, – yet again – apologized with a sad smile when he asked for you.

“Wow, she’s been sick for a month. I wonder what it is,” he sarcastically chuckled.

“But mama isn’t–” Seokjin quickly covers Minguk’s mouth and pushes the kid towards Jimin, letting out a nervous laugh.

“Go and enjoy your weekend with your rich daddy, goodbye!” The door quickly shut, blowing a gust of wind at Jimin’s confused face. He looked down on a doe-eyed Minguk who simply shrugged and held onto his hand.

Seokjin turned around to face you as soon as he closed the door, “You need to get your shit together and face him.”

You frowned, “It’s not as easy as you think.”

“You’re the only one who’s making it hard for you, Y/N,” Seokjin looked at you sternly with pursed lips, “I understand you because let’s face it, you lost the fattest cock you’ve ever had in your life but, I need you to understand that you can’t outrun your unfinished business with him.”

Heavily plopping your whole body to the couch with a loud thud, you sighed, “He is the fattest cock I’ve ever had.”

Minguk was over the moon when Taehyung brought over his new puppy called Yeontan. It was cute seeing him play and run around the house with the puppy. Jimin thought about getting him a pet but debated on it for a while. If he were to give his son one, that would only be another thing for you to take care of apart from your patients and Minguk.

“Minguk, don’t sweat too much. You might get sick like your mama,” he calmly called out.

Minguk tilted his head in confusion, “Huh? But mama isn’t sick?”

Taehyung looked at Jimin with wide eyes and his mouth hanging at the realization, “Oh, your papa was worried that she was.”

“Don’t worry papa, she’s just a bit sad,” Jimin sat beside Minguk, who was peppering Yeontan with so many kisses on the head, “She didn’t tell me that but I felt it.”

Jimin poked his tongue to his inner cheek with what his son had just said. He also found Minguk to be very astute for his age, “But your uncle Seokjin said she wasn’t feeling good?”

“Uncle Seokjin was lying,” the boy petted the dog’s fur and giggled when it licked his hands, “Lying is bad.”

A sound of tongue clicking came from Taehyung, who chose to pretend to busy himself with a book he was reading upside down. Meanwhile, Jimin frowned, “Yeah, lying is bad.”

Of all the days Seokjin could’ve booked his trip with the guy he’s been seeing, it had to be on a Sunday. You wanted to beg him to postpone it for the meantime and schedule it some other time instead. However, you know full well you can’t hold him back when you’ve been hiding indefinitely from Jimin.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this to me,” you groaned in agony as you sat on Seokjin’s bed, watching him pack the last of his essentials before zipping it close.

“No, I can’t believe you’re doing this to me. I’m a free soul, not a receptionist who welcomes your fuck buddy,” he glared.

You pouted, “Do you really have to go?”

“I think yes, the fuck? You’ve had your fun sucking dick; now let me have mine.”

When Seokjin’s guy came in to fetch him, Seokjin gave you the tightest hug and a lot of good luck. That leaves you with no choice but to face Jimin when he brings Minguk back. You had to give it to Seokjin when he deserved that break from all the days you begged him to stay just so you can avoid Jimin.

You settled on the couch comfortably and watched Modern Family as you waited for Minguk. As soon as the doorbell rang, your heart raced in an instant. A surprised Jimin greeted you with awe when you swung the door open for them. Beside him was your hyper-energetic boy, jumping up and down, excited to tell you how his weekend over at his dad went.

“Hi, mama! I played with uncle Tae’s popee today!”

“His what?” You lifted a brow until you finally understood what he meant, “Oh, his puppy. That’s nice, baby. I bet it was cute,” you cooed.

He nodded his head eagerly, “He was! He’s also sooo floofy”

“It’s fl-uh-ffee, my guy,” Jimin corrected in a whisper, making Minguk’s mouth form an ‘o’ as he nodded at the proper pronunciation.

“Uncle Tae’s popee was fluffy,” you giggled with the way he grinned proudly, thinking he nailed it.

You and Jimin were awkwardly left with each other when Minguk ran to his room. Jimin cleared his throat, “I’ll-uh-just bring his things inside.”

Countless thoughts flooded through your minds and, striking a conversation was one of them. Do you pretend like nothing has happened and go back to regular programming? Do you apologize for running his engagement? Or do you lash all your pent-up anger out on him? You honestly didn’t know what to do.

After he had settled Minguk’s things and put him to bed, he found you on the couch, “Can we talk?”

There was anxiousness and uncertainty in his voice. This was, of course, bound to happen anyway so, you nod. The long-awaited talk you tried so hard to dodge is about to finally happen.

“Sure, what is it?”

“I’m…I’m sorry about my ex,” Jimin gave you an apologetic look.

“It’s okay, Jimin. She had every right to feel that way,” you mumbled.

“And you have every right to be sad about it or be mad at me for putting you in such an uncomfortable situation,” drawing in a deep breath, you shook your head. Yes, the way Mia had come to see you wasn’t how you particularly had hoped it would turn out. Even so, that was already expected somewhere down the line.

“I’m not…sad,” you retorted with hesitation.

“Just admit it, you are,” he insisted.

Of course, you were. The thought of getting in between two people who were about to get married and live their happy life as newlyweds weighed a pang of heavy guilt on your shoulders and, if that wasn’t bad enough yet, you missed the movie marathons with Jimin. You missed him with or without sex.

At first, you thought you were just fond of him for making it up to Minguk. You even pondered whether or not you had a kink for him until you realized it wasn’t a kink – it was love. You were falling for someone you weren’t sure liked you back but, you didn’t mind it at all. You fell for someone’s casual flirting. Someone who didn’t belong to you. You fell hard for Jimin and, you fear there was no way out of it.

You felt the couch dip, and when you turned your head, he had already sat beside you, “Let’s play a game.”

Furrowing your brows at him, you asked, “What are you? 10?”

“No, I’m an 11 out of 10,” he says proudly with a smirk.

You contorted your face in confusion when it seemed like you weren’t on the same page, “Years old?”

“…On the scale,” Jimin blinked a few times, the silence filled the living room, “Anyways, let’s play connect the memories. You tell me what you remember the night we met and, I’ll try to recollect what's left of my memories so we can match it. Sounds good?”

You slowly shook your head with so much doubt, “And if I lose?”

“Then you'd have to tweet 'Jimin? I'm sorry' until the character limit runs out,” you frowned at the deal he was making, “Don’t worry, I’ll do the same if I lose.”

“Sounds like a terrible idea,” you snorted.

Before you knew it, you were already playing Jimin’s game. You went on to tell what you were doing in Paris with Seokjin. Then, you went on to rambling how the seminars you were being sent to were very boring; but it made good credentials on your resume, and how you needed to impress the hospitals you wanted to get into. When you finally get to the part where you met him, he gave you his undivided attention.

“So, the bar, right? I was waiting for Seokjin to come back but, you approached me,” he nodded.

“Yes, because I thought you were pretty,” he smirked.

“And that I was French,” you teased.

“That one too,” he clicked his tongue. “But I was already drunk then because my ex announced our engagement when I never proposed,” your lips part in shock.

“You didn’t?”

He shook his head, “Never had, never will.”

With an arched brow, you wanted him to tell you more, “Weren’t you in a long-term relationship with her?

“I was but, she wanted to have an open relationship instead because she was seeing someone else already. Said she was too afraid she’d regret breaking up with me,” your features had turned contrite.

He cleared his throat to mask the awkwardness, “Going back to where we were, we talked about how hot chocolate tasted better in Paris”

Your eyes softened, “Yeah, we did. And when I asked you why was Earth your favorite planet in the solar system you said, and I quote–”

“Because my family’s here,” both of you said in unison. You fell silent but, Jimin still went, continuing his memory of the story about his night with you.

“I also remember you wearing a silk dress the night I met you,” he parts your hair and tucked some strands behind your ear. “And how you parted your hair this way,” taking his hands back with a smile.

It wasn’t the contact of his finger to your hair that hitched your breath, it was how he clearly remembered you as if it all just recently. Most of the memories you tried to patch together were precisely the way they happened. It was a give and take of puzzling the pieces together until you’ve figured everything out based on what the other had to say. It wouldn’t be a trip down memory lane if the part where you fucked was left out.

“Then I placed my hand like this,” he re-enacted the way his hands slid their way to your thigh. You were breathless at this point when his breath fanned over your neck, “Do you remember what I whispered?”

“You’re very beautiful and,” you choked. “–and you wished you had met me sooner.”

The night you were exchanging drunk and dumb conversations, Jimin attentively watched you passionately talk about the things that you wanted to accomplish and how you plan to take action in achieving your life goals. When he glanced over at his friends’ table, Yoongi was already giving him a shit-eating grin as he nodded at him. When Jimin turned to face you again, all he could think was: ‘Where have you been all my life?’

He clearly remembers how your eyes lit up when you talked about the bucket lists you had when you were a teen and that seeing a sea lion was one of them but, his favorite memory of you was the way you laughed at the drink you had accidentally spilled and how it sounded like heaven’s gates had opened for him while the angels sang to greet him.

“On the way back to the hotel, I kissed you here,” he left a chaste kiss on your neck. “Here,” moving to another side of it. “And here,” his tongue flicked your lobe before lightly biting it. “When we got to my room, I asked you if you wanted to go on.”

You gulped, “I said yes”

“Do you still want this, Y/N,” you hitched a breath at his question still, you nodded.

And just like many moons ago in Paris, you attached your lips to his. Feverishly letting out soft moans against his mouth when he slipped a tongue when he begged for an entrance. His arm snaked around your waist, lifting you to have you on his lap, while the other cupped your face, running his thumb on your cheek as the kiss deepened.

He cupped your breast through your shirt, kneading it with firm hands. The other gripped your waist tightly. Without breaking the kiss, he mumbled something in between kisses, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Jimin,” panting as you rested your forehead against his, you felt your heart race against your chest. The erratic pattern could break a rib or two.

His eyes scanned the entirety of your features before it landed on your gaze, “I mean it. I missed all of you, Y/N.”

You softly giggled when the butterflies in your stomach had gone wild. Jimin pushed your stray hairs away from your face with a finger, holding your chin to face him better, softly smiling at you as you exchanged gazes.

“Mama? Papa?” Quickly pulling away at each other with shock evident in both of your bulging eyes. A sleepy Minguk rubbed at his eyes, confused with how he found the both of you. Thankfully, you were still on top of Jimin to hide his hard on, but, at the same time, it was making it worse.

“What are you and papa doing?” Minguk tilted his tiny head with narrowed eyes.

Jimin cleared his throat, “Oh–I–uh–uhm, Papa had a lip injury but don’t worry, mama kissed the pain away.”

The worry on your son’s face quickly vanished to a relief, “Mama’s a good doctor, right?”

“Yeah, she is,” Jimin snorted with a smug grin, making you glare at him. His eyes pointed out that you were still on top of him, arrogantly shrugging his shoulders when you glared at him with a pout, blushing the deepest shade of crimson.

Turning your head around and putting on your mom voice, you sweetly asked Minguk, “Did you have a bad dream, sweetheart?”

“Uhuh,” he nodded, “Can you and papa sleep beside me tonight?”

Finally getting off of Jimin, you crouched down to his level and beamed, “Only if papa wants to.”

Jimin suddenly snapped out of his zoning at the mention of papa, “Papa wants–I mean, yeah, sure, of course.”

Minguk held on to your hand, yawning as the both of you made your way back to his room. It was such a relief that your son bought Jimin’s excuse and most definitely that Seokjin wasn’t home for the whole week.

‘Shit Seokjin won’t be coming home for a week!’

Jimin’s about to have a blast coming over frequently and picking up from where you left. As you held hands with Minguk on the way back to his room, you looked back to see if Jimin was tailing you.

When you peeked in the living room, you found him standing and snickering while he typed on his phone, “You coming?”

“I’ll be right up,” he said without taking his eyes off of his phone screen so you shrugged and proceeded to walk with Minguk. You giggled on your way to your son’s room when you heard his muffled chuckling.

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