A/N: i have decided to take my author liberties and change up the story and the pacing. originally after jk is introduced, jm immediately finds attraction to him and jk approaches him and taehyung. i have decided to instead space it out more so that jimin (as you will see) views jk as he does the rest of the men who look at him after the tabloids, so that way i can pace it a little better. anyway you probably don't care but it'd bother me if somebody pointed it out or something. OKAY ANYWAY!! ENJOY THE CHAPTER!! (and jm makes a goofy decision)

 Jeon Enterprise dabbled in many things. The chairman didn't favor only distributing one thing, so with the help of his sons and daughter, he managed to stick his thumb in many pies.

Technology, cars, clothes, and cosmetics. Jeon Enterprise has always been a car company since the company's creator, Jeon Jungseo, the present chairman's grandfather, found ways to make the automobile more comfortable for the elite yet affordable to the fortunate. Their cosmetics unit was added by the chairman's second-born daughter, clothes by his eldest son, and technology by his youngest son.

He had raised his children to be strong and confident members of society. Even his daughter, though some frowned upon this. His daughter was a strong woman and everything she did made him boom with pride.

All of his children made him proud but his youngest was his pride and joy. Though viewed by few, he was the mastermind behind Jeon Enterprise growing bigger than his great-grandfather could have ever imagined.

Foreign duties were bestowed upon the youngest Jeon child and he completed them beautifully. Jeon Enterprise had secured plenty of deals and partnerships without having to auction off any of their heirs because of the youngest's conversation and negotiation skills. He was confident, straight-forward, and refused to take deals he knew were below him and his family's company.

So, as you can guess, the announcement of the chairman's youngest son arriving at the banquet raised interest in everyone.

Everyone but Jimin considering he had his own—more important—issues to worry about.

He didn't think some man named Jeon Jungkook would affect him that much.

f.u.

Jimin sat at his vanity and knew he'd have to go heavy with the makeup that night. He had been exhausted and emotionally drained which all showed in his face. His eyes were red and puffy as were his cheeks.

He went through the long process of a cold compress attached to his face, eye drops to lessen the reddening and finally began the makeup process.

Dark blue eyeshadow, black eyeliner, foundation, concealer, and as much highlight as he could manage without his whole face becoming blinding.

"Mr. Namjoon is waiting in the car, Mr. Jimin," a cleaner came in to announce.

Jimin nodded vaguely as he put all of his things away and fixed his blue dress. A silky blue dress, thin straps, and a slit up to his mid-thigh. He slipped his heels on and threw on a shawl and then a thin coat over it. He quickly left the mansion with a bag in his hand with a few essentials inside.

Jimin sat in the back with Namjoon as the driver began to journey to the gala. Namjoon stared at Jimin while Jimin didn't dare take his eyes off his phone.

As the car came to a stop in front of the Melnic Manor, Jimin sucked in a breath as Namjoon got out and opened the door for him. He turned and stared at Namjoon's hand. He blinked away any angry tears and took Namjoon's hand.

The taller man's hand on his waist burned and Jimin's heart was screaming at him for so many reasons he didn't know which one to listen to. Slowly, Jimin forced a smile on his face and relaxed his shoulders as the eyes of many landed on them. Many people greeted them and smiled. Jimin could see their pity and scrutiny as they looked at him.

He handed his coat to his husband who handed both of their coats to a worker. He shook hands with different business people and their spouses. He hated the way some of the men looked at him like he was free as if he were off the market and up for grabs.

As one of the older men who had recently divorced his third wife looked him up and down and licked his lips, Jimin knew he wouldn't get through tonight without at least a glass of alcohol in his blood.

"I'm going to get a drink. If I don't return, that means I found Taehyung," Jimin mumbled into Namjoon's ear.

"Alright," Namjoon nodded.

Jimin walked off, nodding and smiling at those he passed by, and headlined for the champagne tower. He quickly took a glass and looked around before downing its contents. Jimin exhaled as he sat the glass down.

"My, my, Jimin. I didn't expect to see you here."

Jimin turned his head slightly and took in the round man who called for him and a smaller man beside him. Jimin blinked at him before plastering a smile and folded his hands in front of him.

"Oh, Mr. Franklin, what would make you think such a thing?"

"Well, with all this news of Namjoon meeting with other men while you were away, I'd assume a prideful man such as yourself would go into hiding," Franklin laughed.

"Ahh," Jimin nodded with his hands tightening in front of him. "The tabloids. Yes, well, it was one man and he was a client. Besides, if it were more than that I'm not quite sure how that'd be any of your business. Nor am I sure why that would hinder my appearance at such an important event, Mr. Franklin."

Franklin cleared his throat as he looked Jimin up and down, his eyes lingered on his exposed leg and Jimin's upper lip twitched. If this balding bastard thought Jimin was easy and he had a chance, he'd have another thing coming.

"Have a good rest of your night, Mr. Franklin."

Jimin turned and walked off as his eyes scanned for Namjoon or Taehyung, hoping for one more than the other. Unfortunately, Taehyung was nowhere in sight yet but he did see Namjoon speaking with an older man. Tall, a freshly pressed black and maroon suit, black hair that was silver on the sides and gelled back. The man was a silver fox and Jimin couldn't deny he was unapologetically attractive.

He knew the man as the chairman of Jeon Enterprise, but he wasn't well acquainted with him like Namjoon was. But he could identify him when he saw him.

He was paying no mind to the people around him and honestly, he'd probably look back on this moment and wish that he had.

Like a slap of deja vu: he slammed into a strong body, his legs crossed, and he began to fall, yet a strong arm wrapped around his waist to catch him.

Jimin gasped as he looked up at the man whose concerned face morphed into curiosity and then into a slight smirk.

"Oh? Hello," his smooth voice bellowed as he helped Jimin stand back up.

Jimin cleared his throat as he looked over the man's face. He was...

"Thank you for catching me... again. Enjoy your night," Jimin nodded before walking off toward Namjoon as quickly as he could.

What were the chances that the man he ran into in Belgium would also be at this banquet three or so weeks later? Oh God, does that mean he knows too? A man he had never met now sees him as easy or pities him. This night couldn't be any more dreadful. He hoped he'd never see that man again. If not for the rest of his life, hopefully for the rest of the night.

He stepped in beside Namjoon and exhaled as he looked around for Taehyung. Instead, he noticed the same man from earlier walking towards them. Jimin's eyes widened and he straightened up, subconsciously stepping closer toward Namjoon.

Was he going to pursue him anyway? Even after seeing him with the man he is in a very public relationship with. Just because Namjoon broke his vows (and in public no less) didn't mean Jimin would do the same. Especially at an event with all of these judgmental eyes.

"Ah, there he is!" Jungho laughed as the man walked closer to them.

No way.

He roughly patted the man's back with a huge proud smile. Namjoon smiled as he turned to the man.

"And who is this?"

"My youngest son and the man of the hour, Jeon Jungkook."

No fucking way.

Jungkook bowed his head to the married couple with a polite smile and the two slightly bowed back. Jimin swallowed as his fingers squeezed around each other. He wasn't sure why he felt so uncomfortable. Perhaps it was the way Jungkook looked at him with his big and sharp brown eyes. Possibly it was because Jungkook seemed to look at him like all the other men did but also with something else behind it. Or maybe it was the hand on his back that kept trailing back and forth?

Jimin wasn't sure.

"My son, this is Kim Namjoon and his husband, Kim Jimin."

Something flashed on Jungkook's face before it was quickly replaced by a smile and he reached out to shake Namjoon's hand. He then turned to Jimin and took his hand, his grip was firm and he stared at Jimin as his thumb came to caress his knuckles. They stared at each other a little too long (Jungkook stared at him and Jimin just couldn't bring himself to look away, he wasn't one to give up quickly) not that Mr. Jeon or Namjoon noticed. But Jimin did. When Jungkook pulled his hand back, Jimin quickly looked away. He then fixed the thin straps of his dress and looked up at Namjoon before trying—hoping and begging—to find Taehyung.

As the three men spoke business, Jimin thanked the highest above that Taehyung finally made his appearance. He watched as the man walked toward a more secluded area with tables and privacy. He looked at the three before tugging Namjoon's pinkie and rushing off. He didn't notice Jungkook's eyes following him. He just assumed the burning he felt on his back was by the other lusting men watching him.

He hurried toward Taehyung and once he was out of direct sight of anyone around, he shoved Taehyung's head.

"Do you understand the turmoil I just went through before you finally decided to show your ass!?" Jimin hissed as he sat down beside Taehyung.

Taehyung scowled at him as he rubbed his head and smoothed down his hair. "What could be worse than being forced into the same confined space as that whore?"

"Coming to know that the man I ran into in Belgium is actually Jeon Jungho's fucking golden son!"

"What!?"

f.u.

Jimin completely zoned out throughout Sinclair Melnic's speech, Jeon Jungkook's introduction, and his speech. The entire time he stared at Namjoon's face and tried to understand why. Why had his life come to this? Why did everyone look at him strangely but Namjoon received handshakes all the same?

"Do you think we should merge with Jeon Enterprise?"

Jimin raised an eyebrow as everyone around him clapped for Jungkook as he stepped off the stage and Namjoon finally turned to look at him.

"Why? Are you scared your company will collapse? Or that maybe Father will pull out of your company?"

Namjoon looked around as he leaned closer to Jimin. "Don't do this."

Jimin scoffed as he rolled his eyes and cracked his fingers. "I'm not doing anything."

"I'm not scared of anything—"

Clearly.

"—I'm just trying to look out for us."

"Us? Who's us?"

"Jimin..."

Jimin turned his head to find Taehyung once more. His eyes caught Jungkook staring at him over a young woman's shoulder who was actively speaking with him. Even as he brought his glass of champagne to his lips, Jungkook did not look away.

Jimin quickly looked away and controlled his scowl as he stood up.

"We can fight as much as you want back home."

"I don't want to fight, Jimin."

"That's too bad. It seems that's all I can manage to do with you around." Jimin leaned down and pecked Namjoon's cheek as his nails dug into Namjoon's shoulder. "I'm going to find Taehyung."

And off Jimin went, now conscious of Jungkook's eyes on him, toward Taehyung.

"You're really running away, huh?" Taehyung laughed as Jimin collapsed in a seat beside him.

"How can I not? Even if it wasn't confirmed to the public that he cheated, it was confirmed to me that he did. I see him every day and know what he did. Now people are whispering about me. Look at them."

Jimin groaned as he looked behind him, Taehyung following suit. Taehyung clicked his tongue as he noticed the many judging and curious glances thrown their way. Taehyung scoffed.

"Nosy bastards."

"It doesn't make it any better that Namjoon is trying to act like he didn't tear apart my ability to trust him."

"I can't fucking believe him."

"Believe it, Honey," Jimin groaned as he slid his straps down to his arms.

"Hello," a familiar voice interrupted.

Jimin froze as he stared at Taehyung's face which showed nothing but surprise.

"Jeon Jungkook," Taehyung smiled as the man walked around Jimin's side to stand between their chairs

"And you are?" Jungkook grinned as he held his hand out for Taehyung to place his hand in.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow as he took Jungkook's hand. He looked over at Jimin with raised eyebrows as Jungkook bent down to kiss his hand.

"Kim Taehyung."

Jungkook then turned to Jimin and held his hand out. Jimin looked from him to Taehyung who scratched his nose with a small smirk. Jimin cleared his throat as he placed his hand in Jungkook's for the second time that night. Jungkook brought his hand to his lips.

"And you are—"

"Married," Taehyung laughed. "Though, I'm not," Taehyung smirked as he eyed the hold Jungkook still had on Jimin's hand.

Jungkook turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow and then turned back to Jimin who pushed a strained smile into his face. He then took his hand away and fixed his straps back on his shoulders.

Jungkook chuckled as he stood up, a hand slowly sliding into his pocket as he stared down at Jimin. "Kim Jimin. Kim Namjoon's husband."

Jimin closed his eyes as he exhaled softly but turned to Jungkook. "Correct."

"Damn. He's a lucky one, isn't he?" Jungkook smirked as he licked his teeth.

Jimin's hands clenched in his lap as he shook his head. Taehyung laughed.

"I agree. Though he doesn't seem to get that sometimes."

Jimin kicked Taehyung who hissed as he bent down to rub his aching calf.

"I see," Jungkook hummed. "Well, I came over to mention I believe you and I will be seeing more of each other, Jimin. In which case I'd like to," Jungkook waved his hand vaguely with his other hand, "get to know you more."

"What for? Have you already heard what these people

have been saying about me?" Jimin scowled.

"Saying about you?" Jungkook's eyebrows furrowed. "Well, no, I don't think I have. I'm just interested in the man I ran into all the way in Belgium."

"Well, Jeon Jungkook, if you are working with my husband I don't think we'll make good friends. What if you offend me and I tell my husband?"

"What?" Jungkook grinned dashingly. "Will he sever ties with me simply because I said I didn't like your dress or something of that sort?"

"Maybe."

"Hmm..." Jungkook looked away before looking back down at Jimin. "I'm sure Mr. Kim Namjoon is a big boy and can set aside his personal feelings for business. You don't get this far by being nice."

Jimin scowled as he turned away from Jungkook and crossed his arms. He suddenly felt a big warm hand on his shoulder and he tensed up at the feeling. His hand was so rough yet soft. It was a stark contrast to Jimin's well-taken care of soft skin.

"Just think about me, hmm?" And off Jungkook went.

"'Think about me'? Not even think about 'it' or 'give it some thought'. He said 'me' didn't he? Me!?" Jimin turned his entire body away from the open area to face the table.

Taehyung reached over and smacked his exposed thigh which revealed itself more when Jimin crossed his legs.

"He's a bold one, hmm? Seems he wants a taste of you, husband or not."

"Shut the fuck up!" Jimin slapped his hand over Taehyung's mouth as he turned to watch Jungkook talk and laugh with the other rich people around.

Taehyung licked Jimin's hand who gagged as he snatched his hand away.

"I'm just saying. You deserve some revenge," Taehyung shrugged as he looked back at Jungkook who looked back over at Jimin as he brought his glass to his lips.

Jimin cut his eyes at Taehyung. "Not another word. Got it?"

Taehyung nodded. "Alright, fine but one more thing."

Jimin groaned. "What?"

"You didn't find yourself even a little turned on by what he just did?"

"Oh! Shut up, Taehyung!"

Taehyung laughed. "Wow. You two really are a match made in heaven."

"Oh, jump off a bridge."

f.u.

Being trapped in that mansion with Namjoon was bordering on a nightmare. They had begun to sleep in separate rooms because Jimin couldn't stand waking up to him every day.

That didn't keep Namjoon from trying.

"Jimin, please."

"What!? What do you want from me?"

"What do I need to do for you to look me in the eye?"

Jimin scoffed. "I'm looking in your eyes right now."

"That's not what I mean and you know. Jimin, I just—"

"I'm so sorry your bitch of a husband can't stand being around you knowing you fucked somebody else, fucked him and said 'I love you', and then went back and fucked that person again."

"Min—"

Jimin patted Namjoon's face with an exaggerated pout. "It must be so hard for you."

Namjoon grabbed Jimin's face and Jimin's hands snapped up to grab his wrists. His eyes bucked and burned into Namjoon's face. His lips are folded as Namjoon gives his face one stern shake.

"Get your fucking hands off of me," Jimin seethed as his grip tightened around Namjoon's wrists.

"No. I need to make this better."

"Get your hands," Jimin pulled against Namjoon's wrists and thrashed around, "fucking off of me!"

"I don't like this, Jimin! I don't like fighting with you!"

Jimin screamed as he stopped thrashing around and dug his nails into Namjoon's arms.

"And you think I do!? Why did you have to fuck him!? Why did you have to publicly embarrass me!?"

"Why are you not divorcing me then!?"

"Because I love you goddammit! There's this stupid young part of me that remembers the you I always had, the you that was mine. Even when I was dating and breaking up with men left and right, you still craved me. Why the fuck would you do this to us?" Jimin's voice grew quieter as he went on and he felt his eyes burn.

"Min," Namjoon whispered.

"And I can't let you embarrass me or my father because you couldn't keep it in your fucking pants," Jimin whispered bitterly as he looked over Namjoon's face.

"I just—"

"Why don't you divorce me?"

Namjoon gasped. "Where would I stand to do that?"

"You could run off with him and—"

"I don't love him, Jimin."

Jimin reached up to hold Namjoon's face. He smiled bitterly as his eyes watered. "I wish that you did."

"Why—"

"Maybe it'd hurt a little less," Jimin whispered.

"How would that hurt you less?"

"Then there'd be a reason why you'd throw away our marriage, my feelings, and my sexual well-being," Jimin ran his hands through Namjoon's hair. "Let go of me, Namjoon."

Namjoon's hands slid down to Jimin's neck before sliding down his chest and away from him. Jimin removed his hands and stared at Namjoon.

"I'd rather you fell in love with someone else than that you have horrible self-control."

Namjoon watched as Jimin wiped his face and walked toward the kitchen.

"Coffee?" Jimin sniffled with a watery voice, he turned and Namjoon's heart shattered as a shaky smile took over Jimin's face. Tears filled the corners of his eyes and his hands shook as he held the coffee pot and reached for the fridge.

"Uh, yeah. Please."

Jimin nodded as he prepared them both a cup of coffee, silently crying throughout the whole thing. Namjoon couldn't help the ache in his bones as he watched Jimin's shoulders shake and his hands come up to wipe his face dry.

Once the coffee was done, Jimin had no more tears left to cry. He sat down in front of Namjoon after placing his cup in front of him. He took a long sip of his black coffee, allowing the scolding liquid to burn his throat before he began to speak again.

"Will you or Daddy be working with Jeon Enterprise?" Jimin mumbled as he rubbed the outside of the cup.

Namjoon looked up quickly before looking back down at the light brown liquid in front of him.

"Yes, I uh, I have brought up to your father the premise that I'll be making a deal with Jeon Jungkook."

Jimin hummed. "Do you think you'll close the deal?"

"I always do."

"But do you think you'll close it how you want to? I've heard Jeon Jungkook is incomparable in his negotiation skills. A take it or leave it kind of man."

Namjoon huffed. "Are you doubting my abilities?"

Jimin shrugged as he gulped down more of his coffee. "I've heard Jeon is just different."

Namjoon scoffed. "No match for me."

Jimin looked down at his cup and closed his eyes as his eyes watered, a smile slightly tugging at his lips.

f.u.

Namjoon never led up when it came to trying to fix things. He'd leave flowers around the house, little notes were taped to the bathroom mirror, and Namjoon constantly asked to take Jimin out.

Today was different though. Outside his bedroom door (which used to be their shared marital room) sat a bouquet of baby's breath and spirea flowers, a box of chocolates with a caramel filling, and a little note.

Jimin sighed as he knelt and took a sniff at the bouquet, the plastic rustling loudly in the otherwise silent house. He gathered all of the gifts and sat them on his vanity. He opened the note and read it as he clutched the bouquet—his favorite flowers—to his chest.

Jimin,

I know you're probably rolling your eyes and debating throwing this away but please, give me a chance. Let's go out to dinner. Not just for me, but for our image. I know you're staying because you don't want it to affect your father's work or your image. Please. Give me this chance.

~Namjoon

Jimin sighed. Some may call him weak-minded or a pushover because he genuinely thought about going out to dinner with Namjoon. But not because he wanted to give him another chance—not so soon anyway—but because he wanted to save his image. Call him prideful, but he calls it self-preservation.

He walked downstairs quietly, hearing Namjoon's voice as he spoke with another familiar voice through the less-than-professional computer mic.

Namjoon looked up at him and smiled before looking back down at his computer. He quickly finished up his call before he stood up to look at Jimin.

"Hey," Namjoon exhaled.

"Let's go out to eat."

"Yeah?" Namjoon perked up.

Jimin scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Don't get any ideas. You aren't forgiven nor do I really want to go out with you."

Namjoon visibly deflated but nodded. "I understand. You choose the place."

"Wow. You cheat and make me choose where we're supposed to eat?"

Namjoon's eyes widened as his mouth opened and closed, resembling a dying fish.

Jimin snorted with a straight face. "I'm joking. We're going to Serendipity."

"Yes, Sir," Namjoon nodded as Jimin walked out.

"Oh," Jimin turned back around with a slight frown. "And thank you for the flowers. They're nice."

Namjoon nodded as he watched Jimin leave.

He didn't have much hope that everything between him and Jimin would work out but he hoped he could rebuild something.

Jimin dresses up in a pair of black flared pants and a white v-neck with flared sleeves. He gelled his hair back and clipped on a pair of long earrings and a necklace with his birthstone. He stared down at his wedding ring and as he debated taking it off Namjoon appeared to tell him it was time to go.

Jimin already knew everyone would be looking at him when they entered the restaurant. He just didn't expect it to be so blatant. He reached out for Namjoon's hand and held it tightly as the taller one brought them toward their table.

They sat and Jimin exhaled softly. A young waiter came by to give them their menus and take their orders. Once they ordered, the waiter took their menus and stared at Jimin for a moment before walking away.

"What is up with that?"

"What?" Namjoon asked after taking a sip from his water.

"People are always staring at me. Everywhere I go, they stare. What the hell is that about?"

"You're simply mesmerizing, Min."

Jimin rolled his eyes as he took a sip of his water. The night went by with very minimal talking, mainly about work. No matter how badly Jimin wanted to bring up that man, he decided not to. He decided to fill his heart and soul with a good meal and then go home.

Namjoon's phone buzzed on the table. He looked at the screen as it lit up and sighed as he turned the screen off. He gulped down some wine as he rubbed his forehead.

"What? Is it him?"

Namjoon almost dropped his glass as he tried to set it back on the table. He coughed a few times before he looked up at Jimin who pulled his fork from between his lips slowly.

"Him?"

Jimin shrugged as he cut a chunk of his steak away from the rest, stabbing it and then bringing it toward his lips.

"Your boyfriend," Jimin mumbled.

"Jimin—"

"I'm fucking with you, Namjoon," Jimin snorted as he took a bite of his asparagus. "But it was, wasn't it?"

Namjoon's fingers rhythmically tapped against the counter. "I haven't met with him—"

"I didn't ask that."

"I haven't talked to him since I came back, Jimin, I swear. I—"

"I didn't ask that, Namjoon. I asked you if he texted you or not."

Namjoon gulped as he looked down at his now empty plate and he timidly noted. Jimin hummed.

"Tell him you're busy and he can fucking wait," Jimin sipped his wine as he leaned back and eyed Namjoon.

Jimin is enraged by Namjoon's affair, disgusted by him and his affair partner, but he also despises losing. You could blame it on his ego.

He'd fuck Namjoon just to record it and send it to this man so he'd leave them alone. Jimin still wasn't positive whether he still wanted Namjoon or not, but he sure as hell wasn't going to lose Namjoon to this nobody with no one for him to fall back on.

Namjoon quickly reached for his phone and typed a quick message that Akio shouldn't message him and couldn't message him, otherwise, they'd both have to answer to his husband. He showed the message to Jimin who nodded with a hum as he finished off his wine.

"Are you finished?" Jimin asked as he wiped his lips clean. Namjoon nodded. "Perfect, let's go."

Namjoon paid their bill and then drove them home. The car ride home had Jimin thinking as Namjoon's phone kept buzzing with messages from Akio. It irritated him.

Jimin's mind was filled with so many different thoughts and he didn't know which to listen to. Unfortunately, one was louder than the other.

As they got inside the mansion, it was quiet. Jimin knew Namjoon was right behind him as he made his way up the stairs. Once Jimin was on the 2nd floor, he turned to Namjoon who's eyes widened as he stepped back.

"What—?"

"Are you clean?"

Namjoon blinked. "Huh?"

"Have you gotten tested?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, last week."

"Why?"

"Jimin, you know I go every month."

Jimin hummed as he looked Namjoon up and down, his eyes lingered on the phone in his hand. Jimin reached out to Namjoon's free hand and interlaced their fingers.

"Come here, then."

Jimin pulled Namjoon toward his room and once the door shut behind them, Jimin threw out all the voices that told him to preserve his self-respect. Any thoughts that he should be screaming at Namjoon left his head once their lips touched and Namjoon's hands were on his body.

He knew he shouldn't have allowed any of this but he couldn't help the satisfaction that blossomed through his chest when he saw Akio calling Namjoon. He couldn't help the pettiness in his bones when he answered the call knowing Akio could hear everything. He couldn't help the smirk on his face when Akio immediately hung up after hearing them moan together.

He could regret it in the morning.

f.u.

Why was Jeon Jungkook at every damn gala all of a sudden? And why did he make it some hellish habit to state Jimin down until they made eye contact?

It had been about three months since the cheating and the introduction and Jimin was at a loss.

In fact, Jungkook was eyeing him at the moment. Jimin looked around and noticed he was surrounded by people who resembled him. They were all actively speaking around him and yet his eyes were on Jimin.

Jimin turned around and sped walked toward the bathrooms. For once, the gathering wasn't held at someone's home but instead at an establishment, the host rented out for the night.

He cleared his throat as he looked himself over. He wore a white long-sleeved top. The sleeves stopped around the middle of his lower arms and the neckline was a low cut, lined with white floral lace. Gloves made of a white sheer covered the rest of his exposed arms and hands and his wrists were decorated with pearl bracelets. He wore white flared pants and white heeled boots. Alongside his bracelets, he wore a thick pearl necklace piece and long opal earrings.

His makeup was gentle. Simple foundation, concealer, highlight, lip gloss, some glitter on his eyelids, and plastic glitter pieces under his eyes.

As he tried to ground himself he became aware of the door opening and shutting near him. His head shot up and he made eye contact with Jungkook through the mirror.

"Hello, Jimin," Jungkook smiled from behind Jimin.

"Hello..." Jimin turned around and looked Jungkook up and down as his hands interlaced in front of him.

A velvet maroon suit with ruby stud earrings and many rings on his fingers.

"Are you hiding away in the bathroom?"

Jimin rolled his eyes as his hand immediately found his jutted-out hip.

"No, I was in here thinking."

"Oh? Thinking of what?"

"Why are you still here?"

"Here?"

"At all of these gatherings, galas, and banquets. Aren't you supposed to be some sort of hidden final boss? A super secret under the Jeon belt? You aren't very secretive if you're everywhere all the time."

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. "You don't know why I've been coming to these things?"

Jimin shook his head with his arms crossed.

"You were here the night of my speech, though?"

Jimin rolled his eyes with a sarcastic smile. "I never pay attention to the business aspect of these parties. I come here to support my husband and father, to see my friends, and to dress hot and look pretty." Jimin emphasized his point by gesturing to his figure before placing his hands on his hips.

Jungkook laughed as he slipped his hands into his pockets. He nodded with a sleazy (Jimin would not admit he found it charming) grin.

"Yes, well, you are quite pretty, Jimin."

Jimin's fave scrunched up as he looked Jungkook up and down as if he smelled heinous.

Jungkook grinned as he approached the sink beside Jimin, turning it on and beginning to wash his hands.

"Anyway, I'm here so often so I can get to know my partners and competition," he peeked up at Jimin as he rinsed his hands of soap suds. He moved to dry his hands as he looked at Jimin, starting from his shoes up to his eyes.

"What for?"

"I'll be taking over my father's company. Well, my great-grandfather's company."

Jimin's eyes widened and his arms dropped from his hips. "What? That was what that was about? You said that? What!?" Jimin looked away and groaned. "Why didn't he tell me?"

"Maybe your husband just knows you so well that he knew you wouldn't care," Jungkook laughed as he threw his paper towel away.

"Why are you taking over the company? Aren't you a recluse? Don't you have older siblings?"

Jungkook walked closer and knocked Jimin's chin softly with the tips of his fingers. "Oh sweetheart, I can't tell that to someone I don't know," Jungkook smirked.

Jimin scowled and snatched his face away. He eyed Jungkook up and down as he crossed his arms. He stepped past Jungkook who grabbed him by his upper arm once he passed him. He pulled Jimin back and poked his cheek with his tongue.

"Your husband has been sending me emails, Mr. Kim. I don't think you can get rid of me that easily."

Jimin pulled his arm away. "What a strange way of trying to make a friend."

"Jimin-uh! Are you taking a fat dump in here!?" Taehyung yelled as he threw the door open.

He stopped in the doorway as his eyes landed on the two.

"Oh. Hello, Jungkook."

"Hello, Taehyung," Jungkook nodded.

"I really can't stand you, you know that?" Jimin signed as he walked toward Taehyung who smacked his butt as he walked by.

"What were you two talking about?"

"We were talking about how he's going to take over after his father and how I won't ever get rid of him."

Taehyung choked as he spun Jimin toward him. "He said that!?"

Jimin nodded.

"Oh my gosh, he wants your ass so bad."

"Literally, kill yourself, Taehyung. He's just being an ass like every other man."

"Yeah, okay. He probably would've eaten your ass in that bathroom if you let him."

Jimin shoved Taehyung exasperated as he walked off as Taehyung followed behind him laughing.

"Besides..."

"Uh huh?"

"Namjoon and I had sex," Jimin shrugged.

Taehyung stopped walking as his jaw fell open. "What!?" Taehyung ran over and slammed into Jimin, shoving him to a secluded area. "What? Woah. Okay. Why?"

"Because that man he fucked kept calling him and texting him. So, when he called—as I had hoped—I answered so he could hear us."

Taehyung choked and snorted as he laughed, shoving Jimin as he did so. "You're so damn petty."

Jimin shrugged.

"Okay but how was it?"

"Well it was just sex and sex with Namjoon has always been good."

"Ew."

"You asked!"

"Ugh, you petty little dickwhore, you need to stop fucking your cheating husband."

"It was one time! And don't say that so loud," Jimin groaned.

"Until it turns to two, then three, and then you end up pregnant," Taehyung counted on his fingers. "Also, it's not my fault you had to tell me almost every single time you dicked or got dicked down and exactly how it felt."

Jimin made a disgruntled noise as he looked around and his eyes landed on Namjoon who stood beside Jungkook. How ironic.

"Whatever, Tae. He's my husband and I can fuck him if I want."

Taehyung rolled his eyes. "Okay, man, whatever you say. But back to the important subject," Taehyung looked over at Jungkook.

"Tae—"

"I think it'd be good if you two do start talking. He could be a nice little outlet."

"I'm not gonna fuck him, Tae."

"I'm not saying that! I'm saying be friends. You like to do things in the house while I love going out. You need a fellow introvert and considering he was so reclusive I'm assuming he's one too."

Jimin groaned. "I have other friends."

"Yeah, that you don't talk to. And hey, maybe you can get that mint-haired guy's number. Min Yoongi. He's always around Jungkook."

"You're trying to use me as cupid."

Taehyung shrugged as he looked away and gingerly stuck out his tongue. Jimin clicked his tongue as he turned his head, and Jungkook caught his eye this time. He raised an eyebrow and Jimin exhaled through his nose.

"Fine. But if he ends up being a creep, I'm selling all of your furniture," Jimin grumbled as he walked away, Taehyung's yelling going quiet as he walked toward the stairs.

He walked up the balcony, his eyes catching Jungkook's who subtly excused himself and followed after him. Jimin stood at the railing and took a deep breath. He heard shoes click against the balcony's floor behind him.

"My, you called?"

Jimin turned to Jungkook and sighed.

"Do you have a pen or pencil?"

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"

"Paper?"

"Also yes."

"Give me your number then."

Jungkook's confusion mused into a large grin. "Why can't you give me yours?"

"You're the one that's been begging me to be friends. We'll go by my rules."

Jungkook laughed as he pulled out a pen from his inner pocket and pulled a business card from his pocket as well. He quickly scribbled his number down and handed it to Jimin between his pointer and middle finger.

"I'll be expecting your call."

Jimin snatched the card from Jungkook and eyed him up and down as he slid the card into his pocket.

"Text."

And off he went.