Annoyed. Perturbed. Disgruntled. All of those are good ways to describe how Park Jimin is feeling at the moment. The young male crosses his arms over his chest and taps his foot aggressively as he watches each one of the movers enter his home with a different heavy box or piece of furniture.

Some of the furniture is nicely wrapped in plastic, showing that it was obviously brand new. He wonders what expensive furniture store his mother must have purchased them from. He's positive it must be top tier stuff.

One of the sweaty moving men stopped in front of the angry young male to ask, "Where do you want the massage chair?" Jimin gawked at the man for even asking him.

"You can toss it in the trash for all I care!" He spat, rolling his eyes and storming off to the kitchen.

Jimin opens the fridge, snatching himself a bottle of soju. He rushes to open the new bottle and takes big swig, ignoring the bitter taste as his frustration takes over. He doesn't care to look for a shot glass right now. He's hoping that the alcohol starts coursing through his veins soon because he's not sure how much more of this he can take. After taking one more big swig, his mother enters the room.

"Oh, stop sulking. You're too pretty for that." His mother reaches into a cupboard and pulls out a shot glass for her son. "And honestly, you look pathetic" she smirks.

Jimin pours himself a shot, throwing it back and slamming the glass down on the counter before responding. "Honestly Mom, how do expect me to act right now?" he seethed. "You're marrying, excuse me, you're already MARRIED to a guy literally half your age and you didn't tell me about it. And he's probably here just for your money, so excuse me for being a bit bitter." He rolled his eyes.

And he slept with me. Jimin didn't need to tell her that little detail, the main reason he really didn't want this Min Yoongi around.

"My baby," his mother cooed and grabbed his chin, making his chubby cheeks squish together a bit, "I understood that you were shocked after I announced our marriage at the resturant the other night. That's why I didn't say anything when you childishly ran out of your seat, but this is enough." Her voice turned stern.

It's true. The night Jimin saw Yoongi next to his mother, wearing a fancy wedding band he's sure his mother must have bought him, Jimin wanted to puke, or maybe cry, and definitely run. So he ran. He jumped up from his seat immediately after Yoongi said, "I guess I'm your knew dad", because the words immediately haunted him.

Jimin knows he must've looked ridiculous to any of the wealthy people eating there, but he didn't care. He had to leave and catch his breath. It was claustrophobic in there.

It's not that Jimin has feelings for the man or anything, but it makes him shutter every time he thinks about how his mother is now married to the man he's been having nightly wet dreams about after their one night of quick, hot sex.

"Yoongi is a good man, and you'll see, he loves me. Genuinely. And he's not going anywhere anytime soon, so you better get used to it." Jimin didn't like the way she said the last part in a sinister way. She harshly let go of his chin, and patted his cheek a bit roughly.

"Speak of the devil" Jimin spat as the man himself, Yoongi, entered the kitchen, face and chest covered in sweat. His fringe was sticking to his forehead just like when they...

Jimin internally gulped at the sight, but he instantly pushed away his thoughts of attraction the moment Yoongi leaned in to peck his mother on the lips, reminding the boy that this man is indeed married to his widowed mother. He visibly grimaced at the sight.

"Behave" Jimin's mother mouthed to the boy. When she switched her attention on to her new husband, her face instantly glowed. "Yoongi dear, I told you the movers could handle everything. There was no reason to bring those boxes in yourself" the fifty-year-old pouted at the young male.

"Aish, they're my things, so I felt weird having someone else moving them for me, Jiwoo-ah" Yoongi tried to reason with the woman.

She nodded in understanding. "Well, let me get you a glass of water. You worked so hard." Jimin cringed at the disgusting, soft seen in front of him. His mother was treating Yoongi like he was made of glass.

When Jiwoo turned around to grab a glass from the cupboard, Yoongi made eye contact with glowering boy who's currently staring at his shot glass, debating on taking another. Jimin chose the wrong time to look back up. Yoongi stared at him, pulling his bottom lip with his teeth as he reached for the top button of his sweat soaked shirt.

Is he trying to tease me right now!? Jimin panicked, his eyes widening. He started to pour himself another shot to distract himself from the scene in front of him. Is it getting hotter in here?

Jimin's mother was still not paying attention to the two males as she went to the fridge for the ice water.

Yoongi looked down at himself and back up to Jimin, who was trying to act as though he wasn't paying attention, but it was evident that he was, as he popped open the first button... and then the second... and then the third... revealing more and more of his sweaty, pale chest.

Jimin felt his skin tight jeans getting noticeably even tighter in the front.

"Yoongi sweetheart, why don't you go change? Hm?" Jiwoo set the glass of water in front of her husband and then wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, pressing her face into his back. "We could maybe spend some time at the pool today... maybe we can cool off a bit?" she asked rather suggestively, raising her eyebrow.

That's enough.

"Alright, I'm leaving!" Jimin announced, shoving the soju away from him. He couldn't be around this anymore. He knows that its not the soju making him feel sick. Yoongi flashed an arrogant smirk Jimin's way that went unnoticed by Jiwoo.

"Are you going over to Taehyung's?" his mother asked, pulling away from her young husband.

Jimin thought for a moment. It has been a few days since he's even spoken to the male, and Jungkook is busy with classes today. "Yes, I'm going over to Tae's."

Yoongi looked lost.

Jimin's mother cooed. "Oh, you know how much I like him. Tell him hello for me!" she grinned. She really did like Taehyung, and sometimes that bothered Jimin, but he nodded in agreement. "Oh, and have fun!" she said, wiggling her eyebrows.

The blonde rolled his eyes after turning away from his mother to storm out the front door.

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"Are you okay?" Taehyung asked the older. "I saw on the news that your mom has a new husband. He seems quite... young" he said with a perplexed tone. "I texted you about it a couple days ago, but you never responded."

Jimin snorted. "Yeah, sorry... I've been in a constant state of anger and shock over it for the past couple of days" he admits. "You know, she didn't even tell me anything about it until after she got back from her little trip to America, then dropped the bomb on me that she married a man two years older than me" he spat.

Taehyung reached for his hand and kissed the inside of his palm. "I'm sorry. It's probably been hard."

He doesn't need to tell the younger the other half of it.

"I've missed you, Jimin" Tae confessed as he pulls his boyfriend of five years into his chest as they lay in his king-sized bed, cuddling. It was a little uncomfortable because Jimin was still in his jeans, and Taehyung was in his work clothes, a suit and tie.

Jimin frowned. It's been almost two weeks since he's seen his busy boyfriend. "I know. I've missed you too, Tae, but it's not my fault you're too busy with work to spend time with me anymore." Jimin played with the younger's fingers as he pouted. He was really good about making Taehyung feel guilty about this. They had this conversation often.

"Jiminie, you know I'm not ignoring you intentionally." Jimin raisied his eyebrows, but continued to look down at their hands. He's heard this very thing before. "I'm doing this for us, baby. This has been part of the plan since the beginning. You know that."

Taehyung pulled the boy even closer, pressing his lips to the side of his blonde-haired head.

This still managed to pull a slight smile from Jimin's lips. The older always likes receiving affection of any kind from Taehyung.

As Taehyung started to press more gentle kisses behind his ear and along his sharp jaw line, Jimin keened at the touches, craving more. Jimin ran his small hands up the other's clothed back and over his shoulders, sliding his hands underneath his suit jacket, to push it off his shoulders. The younger took the hint, and smirked as he slid the jacket off his arms, tossing it over the side of the bed.

It was still late in the afternoon, so the sunlight shone brightly through Taehyung's wall of windows. Jimin loved how every time they made love in the brunette's bedroom of his penthouse apartment, he felt a little exposed to the world, though no one could really see them on the 32nd floor of his apartment building. The thought of the possibility still made him excited. It made their intimate moments just a little more steamy and thrilling.

Jimin didn't hesitate to remove his v-neck shirt to expose his perfect skin to his boyfriend, waiting for Taehyung's mouth and tongue to trace every part of his naked torso, which of course, the other obliged.

He started with the older's cute shoulders and moved down to his collarbones, sucking harshly, making sure to leave his marks on his boyfriend's skin. He moved down to his chest and his cute little nipples, making sure to give attention to each of his buds.

After spending plenty of time there licking and sucking, Jimin pulled the younger back up by his chin to give him a deep and tongue heavy kiss. Jimin reached to undo the business man's tie, but that sparked a new idea into his head that he wanted to try with the younger male.

"Tae..." Jimin spoke in a sultry, breathy voice, while he played with the neck tie between his small fingers. "We should try something new." He pulled his lips into his mouth after his suggestion, pulling the neck tie up to cover his own eyes, hoping Taehyung would catch on to his obvious hint.

Taehyung blushed at what the smaller was referring to, a little shocked that Jimin would ask to be blindfolded.

"Oh, um... gosh, Jiminie. I- I don't know." Taehyung, stuttered. It was obvious that he was flustered. Jimin had a feeling of what his response would be. "I'd rather not. I kind of want to see your face. We haven't been intimate for a few weeks" He said the word awkwardly because he's never been good with pillow talk. Taehyung spoke softly, afraid to hurt the other male.

But it didn't matter, Jimin already knew. Taehyung always said no to any of Jimin's new ideas to try in bed. They've had the same, boring sex life for years.

Jimin nodded and laid himself back down on the bed, but the atmosphere was a little tense now. Nonetheless, he pulled the taller back down to continue kissing him. Taehyung indulged the blonde, but pulled away for a moment. "You're mad..." he turned his head to the side, feeling guilty.

The older shook his head and tried to pull Taehyung back to him, but the taller froze. "Are you sure?" he asked, voice full of concern.

"I'm not mad, Taehyung, but if you keep asking me that instead of kissing me, I will be!" Jimin responded, showing how truly annoyed and horny he is.

Now, it was Taehyung's turn to nod before he continued to kiss his needy boyfriend, trying to ignore the whole scenario that just played out to be able to please the male beneath him.

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I've been struggling with a bit of writer's block, but I hope it wasn't too noticeable in this chapter. I introduced Taehyung!

What are your guys' thoughts on Jimin and Taehyung's relationship? I'm curious.

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