"Honey, this is Taehyung and Jungkook. They will both be moving into our two empty rooms. This is my son, Jimin."

Jimin blinked multiple times and rubbed his eyes. He leaned in a little further towards them and stared at them.

Holy shit

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Jimin's POV

I leaned onto the arm rest of my couch and placed my chin on my hand, covering my face slightly and hiding my small little smile that I couldn't control. I would look like a complete idiot around these gorgeous men. Looking all smiley and shy around them.

Mum walked in with a tray of coffee and biscuits. The two god-like
Gentlemen were sitting across me on a two person couch while mum sat with me on a three person couch. She passed the drinks to them and smiled.

"So tell me about yourselves," she smiled, showing her crescent shaped eyes. The elder looking one spoke first. "Well-". He cleared his throat and continued. "I'm Kim Taehyung and I am 25 years old. I currently finished my studies and now am a fully qualified manager in computer gaming software."

Taehyung showed a little smile which made my smile widen more. I gripped my lips a little tighter with my fingers, making my lips look like a duck's beak so I could control my wide, stupid smile. "Oh wow! How smart," my mum giggled. I glanced at her and pierced into her soul. Flirt.

"Your girlfriend would be a very lucky lady."

Oh right. Obviously he would have a girlfriend. With a face like that and the job and everything. Surely he would be taken.

"Oh no. I don't have a girlfriend. I'm not really interested in things like that."

I tilted my head a little and looked at him with confusion. Not interested in what? What does he mean? I shrugged it off a little and went on my phone, trying to distract myself.

"And what about you Hun. Tell me about yourself." My mum asked, looking at the younger brother.

"I'm Jeon Jungkook and I am 16 years old."

Him?! Sixteen?! How?! He's a year younger than me yet he looks like that! I kicked my legs a little with annoyance, spreading my legs a little wide as I slouched.

"So how do you two know each other?" My mum asked. The two looked at each other and looked back. "We actually don't know each other. We just met each other the second we got to your house."

I stared at the two. How is this possible. For two, young and gorgeous men to just come in one place, it seems impossible.

Third person POV

As the talk continued, Jimin developed his mind into the world of boredom. Sure he loved listening to those guys hot deep voices, especially that Taehyung guy. But his mum's constant questions irritated him. She was acting like they were celebrities.

Jimin yawned a little and went to scratch his tummy, lifting his jumper a little and exposing his nice and tight black Calvin Klein boxers, along with his lightly visible abs.

The two new men gawked at the sight, staring the the innocent one who was then rubbing his inner thighs, spreading his legs wider. Jimin hummed with satisfaction as he continued to text his friends on social media.

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It was the end of questions since Jimin's mum had to go to her other job she had. Just before she left, she toured them to the house and ended up leaving them.

"Jimin go help the gentlemen with their luggage."

Jimin kicked his legs in the air as he leaned back and jumped up to get to the luggage. "Thanks Jimin," Taehyung thanked with his raspy voice, sending shivers down the younger's spin.

Jimin smiled a little and nodded his head. Taehyung passed him the luggage he could carry since they were the lightest and he didn't want to burden the fragile boy with weight he probably wasn't used to carrying.

Jimin walked up the stairs, hugging a small cardboard box for him to carry. The two men were behind him, witnessing a gorgeous view and the perfectly shaped ass. Along with his plumped, large thighs that looked like milk.

Jimin ran to the spare bed room that was Taehyung's. "Over here sir?" Jimin asked, pointing with his free finger to the spot. The elder nodded and Jimin placed the box down. The gods once again stared, with a small bit of drool hanging. Both licking their lips, Jimin noticed their oldly looking expressions towards him and blinked.

"Did I place it on the wrong spot?"

"No no." The youngest announced. "That's the spot." Jimin smiled and nodded his head. "Alright I'll get the other luggage."

Jimin didn't come to realise it but this wasn't his usual self. He never helped the other people and ever smiled or talked to them. But with those men, Jimin wanted them. And he didn't know why or in what way he wanted them. He just did.

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