Chapter 27: Unravelling Secrets

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Jimin silently sat in a chair across from Taehyung and the stylist Christy, both of them were waiting for the writer to begin what he had to say. "I'm frustrated." The writer finally breathes out. "We know. When was the last time you slept for more than two hours?" Christy sipped on her white mug of black latte, knowing that the writer's response would be fatal. "Two weeks ago after he came to my apartment completely drunk." He sighed and Taehyung leaned his arms on the table.

"I told you and you promised me, when the time was right you would leave him before he hurt you. What did he do? Did he cheat?" The actor paid attention to every detail his best friend's face would make, even the smallest hint of hesitation in his fingers, eyes, a sudden blink or a gulp of saliva. "He didn't cheat... at least not that I know of. It's just that something's off with him, like he's hiding something from me." It bothered the writer how his boyfriend was acting somewhat strange the past two weeks.

"Define off." Christy placed the mug of black latte on the table with the mark of her red lipstick imprinted on it. "I-It's... um..." There was embarrassment crossing over Jimin's expression, his cheeks were pink now. "So he already fucked the fuck out of you?" Taehyung bit his pink bottom lip in both amusement and worry.

"Taehyung! No- I mean yes, but that happened at the end of January. I'm talking about... h-he's just changing." He sighed and exhaled a breath. "I can't believe I'm talking about my sex life with you two in a public cafe." Jimin rolled his eyes and sighed, slowly gaining more confidence to confide in his friends for advice. "Hey, I cover up your hickeys on-set, I also heard how Jungkook moaned your na-"

"Shhh, don't remind me of that." Jimin's ears were pink now too and his hands squeezed his own cheeks to calm their risen temperature, while Taehyung laughed. "I missed that day of shooting, damn."

"You sure did." Christy wiggled her eyebrows and a sudden loud "Time's wasting girl so don't wait~ Don't wait too long~ Binnaneun geotteureun mana~ Geu ane jinjjareul bwa bwa~ Call me baby, call me baby (oh)~ Call me baby, call me baby~" ringtone from her Samsung Galaxy S10 Plus. "Wonder who's calling you." Jimin's turn to wiggle his eyebrows came and so did Taehyung when he read outloud the name of the caller. "Im Jaebum~" He nudged her shoulder and with reddened cheeks she answered the call. "Hey baby, what happened?" She gets up with the two males urging her to answer the call from her boyfriend and a "I'll be right back." in whisper.

"Before going back to Jungkook, what happened with you and Hoseok?" The writer noticed the change of expression over his best friend's eyes. "He divorced Yoongi hyung, but I still need some time. I couldn't believe he was married and I felt like shit when I found out. He's staying in his apartment until I call him, but that will be in one more week or so..." Taehyung let Jimin play with his fingers on the table as he nodded. The feeling of betrayal from someone you love isn't easy, it breaks your soul and eats whatever ounce of happiness you have.

"What do you think he's hiding?" Taehyung asks.

"I don't know, but if he really loves me like he says he does, it shouldn't be so big."

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"I'm not in the mood." Jungkook scoffed from where he stood wrapped in a white bathrobe and a cup with orange juice on his right hand. Min Woo stopped a few feet apart with the same boy Seunghun completely naked minus the red rope tied all around his torso. "I made him a Shibari restraint. Fuck Jungkook, he looks so hot." Min Woo bit his lower lip scanning the boy up and down, watching every curve marked by the red rope and he disregarded the embarrassed look on the boy's face.

"I said I'm not in the mood Min Woo hyung." Jungkook gulped down the rest of the orange juice and placed the empty cup on the sink where he closed his eyes for two seconds trying to come up with an acceptable excuse to leave his own apartment without arising suspicion. "But we came here because he wants to be wrecked~" The hum was wicked, completely irresistible under other circumstances, but the actor was finding his own self restraint against the haunting eyes.

"Beg for him." Min Woo made the boy kneel on the floor, and clicked his tongue when the actor refused him.

"Please fuck me Mr. Jeon." The boy fought tears of shame when he looked up at Jungkook's composed expression. It was difficult for the actor not to follow what his instincts were telling him.

"I'm not in the mood. I have a shooting to atten-"

"I'm the baaaad guy~ Duh~" Billie Eilish's song started resonating from within a pocket of the white bathrobe and Jungkook thanked the one who was calling him at the moment. "Excuse me Hyung." When he picked up the phone, his eyes widened and he looked back at the male across from him totally caught off guard. "Jimin." He answered the call and ignored the sudden glare sent his way. "Yeoboseyo? Jungkook-ah, I'm headed to your apartment. Are you there?"

"Fucking red alarm!" Jungkook's mind panicked and his head automatically shifted to Min Woo and the naked boy kneeling on the cold floor. "O-Oh! When will you arrive?" His hands began signalling his hyung to leave, pointing at the front door, trembling even if he hadn't done anything right now.

"In over five minutes, depending whether the next traffic light changes fast." Jimin raised a brow at the change in Jungkook's tone.

"Okay, I'll see you." Jungkook didn't wait for an answer and hanged up with a frustrated expression. "Both of you need to leave. Now." From the glare in his eyes, Min Woo realized it and chuckled. He grinned and pulled the kneeled boy up. "Go dress up with the ropes on and come back." The nineteen year old nodded in silence and walked into the same room he'd been the last time he was forced to come.

"I want to meet your toy." Min Woo walked to the couch and sat on it, crossed his legs and grinned when Jungkook's forehead vein was about to pop. "Not today. Please leave Min Woo hyung." The actor kept glancing at the front door from the corner of his eyes, he couldn't afford for Jimin to meet this man; his life was fucked up enough.

"You're serious." Min Woo's grin disappeared. From his point of view, the actor was losing himself into what he feared the most. "Of course I am. Please leave with that boy, now." He was scared of what his hyung could do to Jimin if they met, and most of all, scared of what he would say.

"What's the difference between love and fucking Jeon Jungkook?" The brown haired male stood up stared into the actor's brown irises. There was silence for a few seconds and Seunghun walked back wearing a really oversized red hoodie and black jeans. "They're the"

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Jungkook-ah, I'm here!" Jimin's voice was muffled from the other side of the door. He waited for Jungkook to open up.

"You need to leave." Jungkook said again and walked to the front door escorting Min Woo with Seunghun. "Did you forget who you're talking to, Jeon Jungkook?" Again, his name was said in such a dark way that made him feel small and intimidated by his hyung. "Seunghun, Let's go." The older male grabbed the boy and spanked his ass before sitting on the couch and let him sit on his lap.

The actor closed his eyes and breathed in to calm himself. Something was going to happen, he was fucking sure of it. "I'm here babe." He unlocked the door and was met with his boyfriend's crescent smile. "Hey~" Jimin leaned in to peck Jungkook's lips and when they softly touched, he leaned back and laughed. "Your lips taste like orange juice." He entered the apartment and took his shoes off, actually spotting different sneakers that didn't belong to Jungkook because the size was different and a pair of black Testonis also not his boyfriend's size.

"I drank orange juice not too long ago. Jimin hyung, I have company." Jungkook's tone was normal, but his eyes locking with Jimin told him that it was serious. "Park Jimin." An unknown male voice made him turn around after slipping his feet on his own grey house slippers.

Jimin noticed how Jungkook's body stiffened beside him as he was guided to the living room where the male was seated with a boy on his lap. He felt very uncomfortable with the man's stare on his body. "Jimin-ssi, meet" Jungkook was interrupted by a clear of throat from the seated male.

"I'm capable of introducing myself Jungkook. Thank you." Seunghun bowed his head unable to make eye contact with the writer and Jimin returned it politely. "Lee Min Woo, Jungkook's stepfather. Nice to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you." He extended a hand towards the writer and with reluctance hidden behind his eyes, Jimin exhanched a handshake. Within Jungkook's eyes, he instantly knew that Min Woo was analyzing Jimin both physically and from his actions. He also knew, Jimin was completely uncomfortable with the stare.

Jimin felt disgusted with Min Woo's eyes on him, it made his insides twist and turn from how much those eyes were digging holes in his skin; but he wasn't going to let Min Woo take advantage of him. "Odd, Jungkook hasn't mentioned you? And this boy would be?" He saw the Seunghun tense completely.

"No one you should worry yourself with. Min Woo hyung, shouldn't you be going now? My boyfriend and I have some personal business to discuss." Jungkook didn't miss the smirk on Min Woo's lips, and the tension over the room increased. "Actually, now that I think about it, I do have to leave. But before I do," Jimin felt Jungkook's arm on his waist, as if he was to be protected from whatever was to be said. "Jimin, it was a pleasure to meet you. I hope Jungkook takes good care of you, but don't get too addicted to him; it's all part of the fun." Jimin just stands there and watches how the man degrades him and his boyfriend with irony hidden in words, and it makes him sick.

Min Woo smirks and leaves the apartment with Seunghun, leaving Jimin with nausea climbing up his throat after feeling himself completely violated under the perverted stare. "Jimin-"

"Shut up or you'll make my nausea worse. I feel like puking my guts out after meeting him." The writer walked over to the kitchen and leaned his arms against the counter top for support. "That's exactly why I never mentioned him. Ignore whatever he said." Jungkook carefully looked for a glass to fill it with water, knowing well how overwhelming Min Woo's presence can be for the first time and all the time he acts with dominance.

"No offense Jungkook, but I completely dislike your stepfather." Jimin slowly gulped the glass of water he was given and heard the sigh from beside him. "He's not my stepfather. He... dated my mother when I was younger, and after she died, he became my legal guardian. That's all there is to it." The writer nodded and finished the glass feeling the nausea cease his unsettled stomach.

Two things were clear after the encounter. One, Jimin completely despised Min Woo's presence. And two, he couldn't get the last sentence Min Woo said out of his thoughts.

"What did he mean by: 'I hope Jungkook takes good care of you, but don't get too addicted to him; it's all part of the fun." Jimin took notes on how Jungkook's movements paused and his eyes flickered towards him. "Nothing." The actor answered, but the writer didn't accept it. He needed a firm answer because Jungkook's actions shifting since two weeks could be connected to that sentence just said to him.

"Don't lie to me. You're hiding something from me, don't think I'm stupid Jungkook."

"I don't think you're stupid." Jungkook walked closer to him and cupped the writer's hand under his. "Then answer me. What are you hiding?" Jimin intertwined his fingers with the hand cupping his to show him he cared for him, that he could rely on him and most of all, that he wanted the truth.

"Jimin-ssi, All you need to know is that Min Woo is a sex addict and I'm used to his games. Don't pay attention to what he says, he likes to manipulate others." Jungkook pressed a kiss to the writer's forehead and with their intertwined hands guided him to his bedroom. "You understand baby?" He asked on their way to his bedroom.

"I understand..." The suspicion was still high, Jimin knew there was still some dirt under the rug, but at the moment it seemed all the unravelling secrets will still arise.

"Why are you wearing a bathrobe?"

"I woke up when Min Woo hyung arrived, ten minutes later you called. Anything else Detective Park?" Jungkook whispered the last question against Jimin's earlobe.

"Yes, I want to watch the movie Inseparable."