Chapter 23: Frozen In Time

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Jimin's heart fluttered when Jungkook held his hands and hugged him close inside the raven haired's bathtub. His ass was really sore, but he had asked for it, or so the younger thought. "Fuck, it hurts." The writer leaned his head back against the actor's neck, hissing because of the warm water filling up their skins. "I told you babe." Jungkook leaned down and kissed his hair with a chuckle.

"It's noon, do you want me to cook some lunch?" The actor offered and received a nod. "But later, I want to sleep. I don't think I can stand."

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At an ice cream parlor called 보조개 (Dimple), Taehyung sat alone in a booth eating a cheesecake ice cream mixed with chopped pieces of strawberries and fudge chocolate syrup from a bowl. The white mask hanged from his left ear and the round glasses rested in the middle of his nose. The reason why he was bipolar in the morning was because he had found something completely unexpected in his not-labelled-boyfriend's apartment; he kept it to himself. He wanted to cry, but instead, he ate ice cream. A soul's best friend for "heartbreak" will always be ice cream.

The bell of the door chimmed from behind him and as he lifted the spoon full of the melted ice cream, it was filled so much, drops landed on his khaki shirt. "Shit." He cussed and got up from the booth to grab a napkin from the counter while leaving his ice cream on the booth. "Tae Hyungie!!" The angelic voice of little Beomgyu startled him when he grabbed a napkin and he unconsciously smiled instantly. "Oh, Taehyung-ah." Yoongi's voice said from behind him.

"Yoongi hyung, Beomgyu-ah." The actor cleaned the wet stain from his shirt and knelt down to lift the little boy in his arms. "Tae hyungie~ Are you eating ice cream too?" The little boy asked while Yoongi was attended by the girl behind the counter. "Yeah. What about you? Did you behave well and that's why your appa will buy you ice cream?" Taehyung balanced his weight on his left waist, loving the proud smile on the little boy.

"Yes! Appa promised to buy me ice cream before he went somewhere."

"What flavor baby?" Yoongi looked back at them and pointed back at all the flavors behind the glass. The director was in a hurry, he needed to attend a meeting with his lawyer but Beomgyu's babysitter couldn't work for the day because she had a test coming up and so the director was taking the little boy with him. "Um... Oh! Oh! Chocolate and marshmallows please!" The little boy wrapped his arms around Taehyung's neck and giggled excitedly.

"A small bowl of chocolate and add some marshmallows. Thank you." Yoongi checked the time on his blue rolex watch and tapped the floor with his right foot. "Everything okay Yoongi hyung?" Taehyung asked the stressed male noticing the tapping of his foot, the distressed look of anxiety in his eyes and the way he kept glancing at his watch. "I have a meeting with my lawyer about something, but Beomgyu's babysitter isn't free today and the restaurant isn't the place for a four year old."

"He can stay with me. I'm free." The actor offered and Beomgyu's eyes sparkled,

s p a r k l e d. The girl working had given his father the chocolate ice cream and his hyung-ie just offered to be with him. "Yes! Yes! Please appa! Can I stay with TaeTae hyungie?" The little boy grabbed the ice cream from the girl's hands while the director bit his lip. The offer was really tempting, but he wasn't sure if he should let Beomgyu stay with Taehyung. First, because the actor probably had plans (even if he said he was free), and second, because he needed an extra excuse to overthink it. "Will you take care of my baby?" Yoongi paid cash for the ice cream as he stared right into Taehyung's eyes. "Of course! Beomgyu and I will watch lots of movies, starting with Zootopia. Right?" Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows and earned the precious giggles and laughter from the little boy. The stress and sadness from his heart was overpowered by the little boy, it was a sweet remedy.

"And How to Train Your Dragon! I want to see Toothless!" The little boy licked the small spoon filled with ice cream and excitedly moved his feet against Taehyung's waist when his father agreed. "Okay, Taehyung. I'll text you when the meeting is done and I'll pick him up. He's not allergic to anything, but don't give him too many candy, one ice cream is enough sugar for today. Do you have a car seat in your car?" The director fetched his car keys when the actor shook his head. "Are you in your own car?" Taehyung shook his head. Jimin and Jungkook had picked him up in the morning and then he left for lunch with Seokjin and walked a few blocks to the ice cream parlor. "Take my keys, I'll use a cab." Yoongi fetched his keys from his coat's pocket and gave them to him. "Take good care of my son." The director added before pecking Beomgyu's forehead.

"Bye appa!" The boy's nose had chocolate in it while he said good bye to his father and the director left in a hurry.

"My ice cream!" Taehyung exclaimed and walked towards the booth where his melted ice cream was with the little boy on his waist. "It's melting." He whined as he let Beomgyu sit beside him on the booth. "You can share with me! Take this." Beomgyu literally shoved the small spoon full of chocolate ice cream inside Taehyung's lips that pouted, softly cleaning the chocolate off the little one's nose.

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After all his classes ended for the day, Seokjin breathed out a "Finally!" as all the students left the classroom and no one could bother him anymore. He was exhausted, mentally and emotionally. Mentally because listening to student's projects all day was tiring and draining, especially when he was evaluating every single detail in their complexions, from the way they breathed, to the way they moved and to the way they expressed their voices. Emotionally because someone had driven him to question his sexuality.

For as long as he's known, the professor is fascinated with women. Heck, he loves their high pitched moans, the way they satisfy him and when they press their breasts between his erected member; he's a sexually active twenty seven year old for god's sake. But, there was something about that student that had him running in circles and blindfolded, just following a voice that belonged to the student.

"He's driving me crazy." The professor sighed and rubbed his temples for comfort before walking over to his desk.

"You drive me crazy too." The same voice that had him running in circles said, followed by the lock of the door of the classroom. Namjoon stood tall and proud as he walked over to the professor whose eyes were struck on his. "You're not supposed to be here." Seokjin manages to say breaking off their eye contact and walking back to organize his files before he could leave. "Says who?" The student continues aproaching the professor with no intentions of stopping; he's made his feelings known by now.

"I say. Stop right there! Don't come any closer." Seokjin warns when Namjoon was three feet away from him. The student was entering very dangerous territory, and he was challenging him.

"Professor Kim," Namjoon chuckles as he steps forward, just his right leg making the attempt had the professor's arms with goosebumps. "Don't." Seokjin looked away and continued organizing the brown folders inside his bag before feeling a warm hand on his. His breath hitched and he felt trapped. This wasn't supposed to happen, he was the superior one, he was the professor, he was the one who needed control, but the moment the student's hands hovered over his with warmth, he sighed. "Seokjin hyung, I," Namjoon grabbed the opportunity when the professor's guard lowered and turned him around with his other hand on the waist; pinning him against the wall behind him.

"Please don't." Seokjin's so called straight heart began intensifying its beats over and over again. "I can't..." He continued in a whisper without glancing into his student's eyes. The younger male raised his hand to cup the professor's sharp jawline and slowly turn his head around. When they met eyes, it was the same as when Namjoon had finished the monologue, only this time in close up and everything was released. Through those dark round eyes, Seokjin saw his reflection and felt himself melt under it. He was a goner for the student, he let himself be trapped.

"Seokjin hyung, I have fallen in love with you." Namjoon confessed with his emotions running wild; holding the professor. "I-I..." Seokjin felt his actions in a bubble, as if this was a dream and he had no control of his actions until his subconscious could grasp the wheel and convert the dream lucid.

"I'm straight Namjoon." He felt heat on his cheeks, suddenly shy he attempted to get out of his student's hold but failed. "Then if I kiss you, you wouldn't kiss me back?" Namjoon slowly began leaning down, towering over him with ease.

"Hajima- Gim Namju..."

Seokjin felt his eyes wide open at first, he wanted to fight back but he couldn't. His eyes automatically closed and his arm held onto Namjoon's arm. Their lips just touched, instead of moving them back and forth to savor their taste, it was a lock of lips steady and loving, not rushed but frozen in time to let the moment last.

"Let me be the man in your life." Namjoon said in a whisper against their lips. He was going to remember this as the most precious memory he's had, at least until this moment. "I'm..." Seokjin couldn't find any words to say, his lips felt empty the moment his student separated them. "You kissed me back. You feel something for me." The taller added, their touching foreheads emitting warmth against each other.

"Don't do this to me..." The professor's arms slowly ascended to his student's neck in a gracely manner. "Let me be the one who keeps your heart." Namjoon smiled, his dimples making an appearance on his cheeks. "You already stole it." Seokjin said and pushed his neck up to give in to his heart's desire. He closed his eyes and kissed Namjoon's wet lips. Giving in to his heart's desire, the elder sent the stereotypes to rot in hell.

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"You're so pretty" Jungkook complimented Jimin's features as he brushed the latter's bangs back. "Let me sleep..." The writer's cheeks reddened as he smiled with sleepy eyes. This was one of those times the actor would compliment him and every single time one of those compliments came out his heary felt warm. "I know you love it every time I compliment you. I know you Park Jimin." Jungkook leaned down and pressed his lips against his forehead while holding him against his chest, both of them in the actor's changed bedsheets and wearing two oversized white shirts belonging to the younger.

"Of course you do..." Jimin mumbled with a yawn. He wanted to say something that's been eating him up, he knew that from the month he's known Jungkook, and from the first time they met, he had fallen in love with him; may it had been a sexual infatuation at first.

"Jungkook-ah," Jimin suddenly called out. He raised his head and stared into Jungkook's dark brown eyes that stared back at him. "Do you remember what you said to me the first night we met?" He asked.

"About?"

"Love at first sight." Jimin felt his stomach tighten when Jungkook's eyes carefully observed him before he slowly moved his head down in a nod. "Do you..." Jungkook's heart accelerated, it was almost beating out of his chest for some strange reason and he couldn't stop it.

Fuck Jimin, will you make me say it?

"I love you." Jimin's eyes slowly closed in crescents, lips curled to display his white teeth and cheeks rushed with pink as he confessed the three words never said in his relationship but only infered to. Jungkook's heart was over the clouds, even if he couldn't admit it to himself. He felt conflicted and deep down he felt the same, but as always, scars from the past didn't let him.

"I love you too." Jungkook replied, no one wouldn't need to know of this moment where he gave in in the spur of the moment; he could let it be one of his many secrets.

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"Taehyung? I'm bac- Who is this?" Hoseok arrived back at Taehyung's apartment after work with some left over eyeshadow on his eyes and suddenly stopped his tracks when he noticed the actor was watching a movie with a little boy. "Oh... Hyung, you're back." Taehyung paused the third movie in a row that he's watched with little Beomgyu; the movie was How To Train Your Dragon 2. "TaeTae Hyung-ie?" Beomgyu was lifted into the black haired actor's waist. He giggled when his tummy was tickled by him. "Hahahaha" He giggled, eyes closing and legs kicking around.

Hoseok watched intently, he loved the sight of Taehyung with a little boy, but he was confused as to where did his not-labbeled-boyfriend got a little kid from. "Taehyung, who is this little ball of sunshine?" Hoseok laughed as he walked over to them.

"This is Beomgyu-ah. He's the son of a coworker and I'm taking care of him until his appa comes pick him up, which is in a few minutes. Right?" Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows while the little boy grinned like a cheshire cat. "Oh~ Nice to meet you Beomgyu-ah, I'm Jung Hoseok, TaeTae's really good friend." The model held out his hand to ruffle the little boy's hair and when he did, the little one giggled.

"Call me Hobi hyung-ie." The little boy nodded and extended his arms towards Hoseok so the model could lift him up. "I like Hobi hyung-ie's eyes. They're sparkly!" Beomgyu complimented as his small hands traced the outline of Hoseok's eyelids. "And your eyes are beautiful too." The model laughed, in the eyes of the little boy he saw something that was catching him off guard.

"I'm going to the bathroom for a moment. Beomgyu-ah, I think your appa just texted me. Hyung, could you get the door if I'm still not finished?" Taehyung suddenly said and grabbed his phone before walking off to the closed door a few steps away, not bothering to wait for a reply since he really needed to discharge.

"Oh... I wanted to spend more time with Hobi hyung-ie." Beomgyu pouted and before Hoseok could reply, there was a knock on the front door behind him. "I think that would be your appa." The model walked over with the boy in his arms and unlocked the door.

"Taehyung?" The voice at the other side of the door made Hoseok stops his movements completely. His feet stood frozen to the ground, pupils locked on the door, hands frozen on the doorknob and heart about to burst out of his chest in a so not good way.

"Appa!" Beomgyu excitedly jumped on Hoseok's waist after a few seconds of silence. The model gulped before opening the door, his life flashing before him. If Beomgyu was the son of the man behind the door, then every single moment of these past minutes were his nightmare. It was in slow motion, he felt every fast heartbeat emitted from his chest, even if his feet were frozen on the ground he wanted to run away, his eyes were focused on the widened ones belonging to the other male.

"H-Hoseok?" Min Yoongi stuttered, frozen as well, voice low almost inaudible. Every memory in his mind came flashing upon him the moment his eyes were on the model's.

"I-Isn't this Taehyung's apartment? W-What a-"

"Take your son and get out. Get out..." Hoseok's voice was trembling, he handed the confused little boy to the director before he could cry. Yoongi's composure started breaking after hearing the model's voice for the first time in years.

Taehyung was walking back from the bathroom when he heard Hoseok's voice and it made him jog to the entrance where he saw the two adults with the little boy. He was confused as to why the director looked like he was crying and Hoseok's hands fisted beside his thighs.

The actor grabbed the car keys from the counter and headed towards the front door; everything was happening felt wrong and he couldn't understand why. "Oh! Yoongi hyung! You're here. I have your car keys! Yoongi hyung meet Hoseok he's my-" Before he could finish his sentence, Yoongi cut his last sentence short.

"My husband." Yoongi's eyes were red as well as Hoseok's, the model was on the verge of having a panic attack.