Soekjin stood outside the door of an extremely posh pent house, licking his lips nervously.

His mind went back to the crazy way he began his morning, with his teen son waking him up by hammering his head with one of his mario kart plushies, then serving him breakfast at bed before throwing him out of their house with a warning that said-

"Don't you dare come back to the café before 6 in the evening or I'll lock you outside the whole night. Go have fun with your friends appa!"

God, Taehyung terrified him sometimes.

Now that he was left outside his home and barred from entering his workplace before evening, he thought of the various places he could crash.

He recalled his son wanting him to spend time with his friends, which he absolutely had none because he was too busy with work to care to make some. Except...

He bit his lip, dialing the number saved under the name 'Mr. Kim', Jeongguk's father. Well they weren't really friends either but he seemed to be like the closest option at the moment because he had god awful ten hours to spend for the day and maybe if the younger agreed, they could kill their time scheming a break up like they always did.

Namjoon picked up in the third ring, sounding rushed and busy as always, but the older didn't miss the slight glee in his voice when he talked to him. The younger had quickly agreed to spend the day together and messaged his address to him, giving way to the present moment where he was standing in front of his house.

To say Soekjin was surprised to find himself in an extremely expensive neighborhood would be an understatement. He was enthralled. But what else could he expect from a multi millionaire company head?

The huge teakwood door looked down at him placidly, watching the handsome middle aged out-of-place man crack his knuckles before shakily raising one of them to knock at it.

Soekjin flinched when the door was pulled back, presenting a butler dressed in prim livery.

"Are you Mr. Kim Soekjin?" He asked, words rolling out with a thick Japanese accent. Wait, they had a Japanese butler?

"M-hm?" Was all he could let out, feeling stupid instantly.

"Sir has been expecting you. Please come in." The butler smiled gently, sliding to a side and letting the guest come in.

Soekjin's jaw dropped at exquisite interior of the pent house, flanking for about a few yards of white and classy gray, marbled floors and false ceilings, a huge L shaped couch facing the biggest home theatre he had ever laid eyes on, three rooms and a flight of floating stairs leading to a separate floor inside the apartment!

"Let me have your coat sir." The tall man offered politely and Soekjin hesitated, wondering if the holes on his overcoat were visible before giving in.

He was led into the living area, where he sat himself on a fluffy mono seat, looking around nervously.

"Sir Kim will join you in a minute, he is busy at a conference at the moment. Please make yourself comfortable good sir. Would you like something to drink?"

Jin nodded in a daze before replacing it with a quick shake of his head, refusing the last offer politely.

"Very well." The butler clicked away on his heels, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Were they really that rich?

How does it feel to be this rich anyway?

He looked around at the empty space again, picturing himself using the huge island kitchen on the farther left side, trying new dishes with those expensive items while Taehyung would lazily lounge over these couches, doing his homework... Scratch that, his son never did his homework. He was just a lazy little brat. But he still managed to perform above average in class. Nothing to complain about. Yet.

Soekjin stiffled a giggle imagining his monkey of a son bouncing on these furry seats like his life depended on it, when a noise interrupted his thoughts.

"Yeah yeah Mr. Smith, I told you the deal was on, you can have my word on it. The documents will reach by evening, yes... Uh huh... Ofcourse! Ofcourse... There's nothing to doubt in it i--"

Namjoon stopped abruptly eyes falling on the person sitting in his living room. The said man shifted on his seat and turned around, eyes meeting for a second before both of them broke into a smile.

Although the smile flashed by his guest was wider, almost contorting into a full grin as his eyes ran up and down his appearance.

"I--I.. will call you in the evening Mr. Smith. Thankyou, bye." The younger rushed his regards before hanging up and flashing a goofy smile at the older.

He blushed when the older started to laugh silently, cursing himself for forgetting to dress properly. He looked down at his clock printed shorts beneath his work suit and sighed in embarrassment.

A/n: I need those shorts in my life.

"I'll just be a moment." Namjoon quickly excused himself, hurrying back into the room he emerged from making Jin laugh out louder.

After a few minutes, the two dads found themselves sitting in the living room, properly dressed and sipping on nice cups of green tea which the younger forced him to have.

"So your café turned six today?" Namjoon asked, leaning back against his couch.

" Yeah, " Soekjin nodded briefly, clearing his throat, "Taehyung's planning to surprise me I guess. I hope it isn't all too big though."

"That's cute." The younger commented, setting down his cup and turning on the home theater. A news channel flashed onto the wide black screen, with an overly decked woman discussing fluctuations in the stock market.

The two listened in to the woman droning about some numbers before the younger decided to break the silence.

"What would you like to do the whole day hyung?"

"I don't know..." The blonde sighed, " don't you have work?"

"No I'm done for today," he replied relaxing his back muscles, " have been attending meetings the whole morning."

"must be boring." Jin commented smiling a little.

"You can say so..." The other replied snorting playfully.

"Then let's do something, " the older suggested folding his leg above the other, a glint in his eyes.

"Like what?" Namjoon straightened up, looking at his hyung curiously.

"Something better than this, " Jin said pointing at the screen with the news, "The adult stuff gets boring sometimes."

Namjoon simply laughed, reaching for the remote and turning it off. To be honest, he couldn't agree more.

"I have something in mind," he then said picking up his phone to check something.

"And that is?"

The younger flashed a small dimpled smile.

"You'll know soon."
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"HEY!! Not again~" the brown haired businessman whined like a child, face scrunching up in pure agitation.

Soekjin laughed out loud, almost doubling over.

"Ah, Namjoon-ah it's okaaayy~" he said, nudging the younger's shoulder but it wasn't hard to catch the tease in his voice.

Namjoon looked away and pouted, crossing his hands over his chest.

"Weren't you the one saying 'Golf was a rich man's game and is too boring to push around a ball with a stick without even moving' ? " He demanded with a huff, " then how the hell are you winning all the games?"

The older merely smirked swinging his golf club almost expertly.

"I think this sport grows on you, " he said, inspecting his spotless club like a warrior checking out his sword, " I could get used to it."

"But this was our tenth set and you managed to win all nine of them?" The younger snapped looking like he was fooled, "When did you even learn golf?"

"Just right now," Soekjin replied, tapping the ground beside the new ball and setting his aim on the farthest hole with a red flag.

He struck, letting the globule fly over to its target before dropping a few centimetres in front of it.

Namjoon looked almost elated, hoping atleast this shot was a fail but all his hope died out the moment the ball leisurely rolled itself into the awaiting hole.

He groaned as the older cheered for himself, doing a little victory dance at his spot.

"Hah! Look at that Namjoon-ah, did you see it? It was the best ball of the set! I totally shake this game," Soekjin exclaimed, extremely pleased with himself, while moving his hands like those figures in Egyptian paintings.

Namjoon sighed giving up and finally accepting his defeat. He glanced over at his hyung, who was still celebrating his victory, oblivious to the small smile his antics brought onto the younger's lips.

"Alright fine fine Mr. Kim, you win we can see that, bravo." He said rolling his eyes, making the older finally stop and flash him a winning smirk.

"So does that mean you will treat me now?" Soekjin asked suddenly, smiling wide.

" Uh when did we agree on that?" Namjoon asked back, mouth agape.

" We didn't but now I'm asking you to treat me because I beat you at the rich people game." The older deadpanned returning his club into the leather bag.

"Doesn't that mean you should treat me instead?" The younger tried to reason, handing him his club as well.

"No." Was all he said, with a sense of finality in his voice, "You're doing it. Consider it payback for all the strawberry splashes I let you have for free."

" Alright alright jeez," Namjoon said raising his hands in defence, " no need to be personal, I'll treat you. Come on."

The older flashed him another smirk, which the younger was still struggling to get used to, and they began to walk out of the huge green expanse of his private golf course.

"You think you're nephew is working properly on the plan?" Namjoon decided to ask him making the other shrug casually.

"Yeah, " he said, "I think he is. The last time we talked he told me he would be striking today, at the party."

Namjoon just hummed, fidgeting with the leather golf bag Soekjin handed him.

"That looks like progress," he nodded to himself, "I hope it really works out this time." His voice was small.

Soekjin paused on his steps and glanced over at the younger, hands already reaching out for his shoulder as he held him in place.

"This will definitely work out Mr. Kim. We can trust him. Just don't stress so much on it okay? You look too old for your age already."

Namjoon swatted his hand away muttering a whiny 'hey!' that made the other laugh again. He shook his head, smiling to himself as they reached his Benz parked on the side of the course.

"What would you like to eat, Sir?" He asked mimicking a professional waiter, as they settled in his car.

"Hmm... Im thinking of spicy pork ramyeon, and some wine, make it two please." Soekjin replied, the two breaking into snickers like idiotic teens as the younger pulled out of the complex.

"As you wish, hyung."

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This chapter is inspired by the amazingly talented Kim Soekjin, who owns most Run BTS and other casual games. He fuckin' nails each one of them.

My king* 💜 like a pro