phase one: meet him properly
if jimin was going to be at the church on sunday, then that's where jungkook would be. he walked down the pews looking at the stained glass windows with vague interest. he saw jimin in the pew that was second to the front with his family. jungkook smirked.
he sat down next to jimin grinning apologetically, "sorry, it's my first time and i don't know anyone." the boy smiled at him and extended his hand, "that's alright, i'm jimin, what's your name?" jungkook's eyes darkened, "call me daddy."
"w-what?"
just then the vicar cleared his throat, "we are gathered here today..." he began the service and, although jungkook was looking at the front he could feel jimin's eyes watching him. this is going to be fun.
jimin struggled to pay attention to what was going on with his mind racing. "call me daddy." that's what the boy had said. "call me daddy." to avoid lustful thoughts jimin crossed himself and focused on the service. but there was still a small voice nagging in the back of his mind, it was although his thoughts were on repeat and there was nothing he could do to stop them.
"call me daddy."
"can i go to the toilet please?" jimin asked his parents, trying to stop his voice from shaking. his mother nodded and the peach haired boy almost ran to the loo. he locked the door behind him and stared at himself in the mirror, "stop this," he told himself, "stop this now, you're in God's house, so get control of yourself. what would your parents say?" he shuddered to think of their reactions.
he walked back down the isle and sat down next to the boy. the tempter clearly sent from Hell to challenge him had black hair, a chiselled jaw and his bottom lip was smaller than his top lip. he focused on that tiny imperfection to think clearly.
tempt away, he thought to himself, tempt away.
(unedited)
btw all of BTS are sixteen.
