Ch7

Jimin woke up to a splitting headache and a sore neck, which was due to sleeping on a couch without a proper pillow. He had sat on the couch wondering why he was here. And as the events of last night came back to him, he threw his head into his palms with a groan.

Hoseok had avoided him the whole morning. Jimin had decided to use the spare bathroom, and when he came out, Hoseok was already in the kitchen making breakfast. Jimin took the opportunity to go into the bedroom and get his clothes. By the time he got out, hobi was in front of the TV watching animal planet. Something he did when he wasn't in a good mood.

'Male lions may get all of the attention with their majestic manes, but the females do the majority of the work when it comes to hunting. Anywhere from 85-90% of the hunting is done by the females in a given pride.' said the british voice on the TV. Hoseok stared at his coffee and stirred the spoon in the mug everytime Jimin tried to make eye contact.

Jimin had grabbed his breakfast, gotten his bag and once he was at the door, ready to leave, he looked at Hoseok one last time and sighed. "Hoseok, I'm sorry, I just don't know what to do." The other man had made no move to acknowledge him and left the room.

At the office, as soon as he had seen Jimin, and the absolute look of defeat on his face, his father had determined that Jimin had accepted his proposal. Mr.Park had informed Jimin that he has to meet Jungkook this weekend. When his sister asked him what it was about he told her.

Ji-yong roared "WHAT!? He can't do that! That's insane! What about Hoseok? What did he say-" But one look from his father and Jimin was forced to stop his sister from tearing down the office. She had blabbed at him in confusion. But the look on his face made her shut up with an angry grunt. she murmured under her breath 'I can't believe you're even thinking about doing this to him'.

When Jimin got home that night, Hoseok was once again, (or still) sitting on the sofa, now watching She-ra.

Jimin stood behind him and he saw Hoseok's shoulders tense. "I'm . . . Supposed to meet Jungkook...this weekend. I'm gonna try talking to him, try to convince him to call this off." Hoseok didn't say anything, but his jaw clenched and squeezed the throw pillow in his arms until his knuckles turned white. Jimin sighed.

It was late and he was tired. So Jimin grabbed some clothes and went to bed in the guest room, hoping he could talk to hoseok in the morning.

---

Jimin was not so lucky. Because the next morning, he found a note. The note read;

"I'm going to be staying with Yoongi for a few days.

-Hoseok"

"Fucking great." Said Jimin. He crumpled up the sticky note and chucked it across the room. This was not happening. Not again. He can't do this again.

Jimin didn't say anything earlier because he knew he shouldn't mess with Hoseok, especially when he was angry. He didn't want to repeat the same mistake. He didn't want to push him. But now he regrets not saying anything. If he had talked to him last night, or yesterday morning, or even went after him the day he had the fight, Hobi would still be here, with him.

Jimin harshly tugged at his silver hair, wanting to rip them out. If he could have just said something. He wouldn't be here, having to choose between his husband and.. and some random guy. Hoseok would have helped him, helped him think of something. He tried to. But Jimin shut him down. Regret was all he could feel.

Jimin groaned once more and stood up, kicking the kitchen stool. It fell to the floor with a bang. Jimin threw his head in his palms.

God. Why is this happening to him? But what was he supposed to do? He couldn't fight his father. I mean, Don't get him wrong. It wasn't because he has some sort of great love and respect for him.

But Mr. Park was a scary man. Living with him for 17 years taught Jimin that much. If he said that he could destroy their lives, then he would do it, Jimin had seen him do it. If Mr. Park could throw his own brother on the streets without any guilt, Hoseok was no one. Without hesitation.

Jimin screamed in anger and swiped his hand across the counter, several bottles falling to the floor with a clang. His breathing was heavy erratic.

But why? Jimin thought as he finally heaved a deep breath.

His father might be scary, terrifying even, but he wasn't downright evil. Jimin couldn't think of any logical reason for him to be this desperate.

'But mark my words,' he thought as he glared at no one, 'I am going to find out.'

---

Sunday.
Jimin was sitting in his car, in the parking lot of some fancy lakeside cafe. He saw Jungkook going in at the front. He was wearing a mask and a bucket hat, but Jimin recognised him from his black Prada backpack. The one he was carrying on the night of the dinner.

Jimin looked at himself in the rearview. His eyes had huge bags under them, caused by multiple days of sleepless nights. His hair was unkempt and he basically looked like a mess.

Back in college, Ji-yong used to help him get ready for dates. But right now, Ji-yong was with Hoseok, and very mad at him.

Jimine huffed, his puffy lips in a pout. He shoved huge sunglasses on his face, and ran his fingers through his disheveled hair, in an attempt to appear a little more presentable.

Since he didn't care much about what Jungkook thought of him, Jimin didn't bother putting on a nice outfit for him. But as he stepped out of his car and looked at himself, he grimaced. Maybe he should have put in more effort in his outfit, after all the guy did think this was going to be a date. Jimin opened the trunk of the car, finding a spare old denim jacket, and threw it on.

He tugged and straightened his outfit, finally a little satisfied with his look. And with one last sigh, he walked in.

---

Jungkook was sitting on one of the corner tables of the deck-like structure behind the cafe. It floated on top of the lake.

There were a few different groups of people here. Most of them were celebrities and rich people. This was one of the few places in Seoul where idols and actors could come without the constant fear of being seen, either by paparazzi or by fans. Still, many of them kept their masks up, or wore hats and sunglasses.

Jungkook looked up from his phone when Jimin cleared his throat. His cheeks flushed a deep red. His doe eyes are a little wide. "H- hi." He stuttered, instantly looking away.

"Hi." Jimin gave him a small smile. The kid looked innocent enough, and Jimin almost felt bad about what he was about to do.

They instantly jumped into small talk, and soon a waitress came to take their orders. Jimin wanted to tell Jungkook as soon as possible, so that he could get the hell out of here and get Hoseok. He wanted to be back home, with his husband, everything normal. But couldn't decide how to get into it. Finally, he decided to just rip the band aid off.

"Jungkook I can't marry you." Jimin said.

Jungkook, who was in the middle of calling the waitress for a refill, paused, his hand midair. His hand dropped. And he released a small laugh. Jimin raised a brow at the sound. Fuck. He thinks I'm kidding, dosen't he?

"Wow, I really thought this date was going better than it was, huh?" He looked away, his eyes low.

"No!"

"I mean, it's not that, this is going great, and you're a great guy! But.." Jimin hesitated. It was true. It did feel nice to talk to him. The conversation would have flowed much beter and longer if Jimin hadn't been internally spiralling about his life suddenly falling apart. Had he met Jungkook under different circumstances. They would have made great friends.

"But what?" Jungkook asked, his voice cautious.

"But.." Jimin hesitated. Jungkook leaned forward to look at him. He couldn't tell him he was married. His father had especially forbidden him from saying anything about that. His mind was storming with all the ways this could go horribly wrong and make everything worse. Jungkook was sitting silently, but Jimin felt like he was growing impatient by the second. his mind rambled with all the words, thinking of any proper sentence. Finally he blurted the first logical sentence that came to his mind.

"Jungkook, I can't marry you because I'm in love with someone else!"

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Aight so I know I'm a little late, but in my defense, this chapter is comparatively longer and extremely important. Its written pretty shittly so I'm sorry for that.

I spent the whole weekend second guess my whole writing style, but I just decided to meh it.

Anygays, enjoy and leave your thoughts.