Jimin stared. "Wh-what are you doing here, Cho?"
Cho smiled. "You never replied to my text, so I wanted to come over and see you."
"You remembered where I live?" Jimin blinked.
"Come on, let's go inside and talk more." Cho grabbed the small boy's hand and pulled him to the door.
Jimin let himself get tugged along, remembering all the times this happened before, when they were dating. His phone buzzed in his pocket with a new text.
Cho led them to the bedroom and shut the door behind them. "So, where were you after school today? I asked if you wanted to hang out, but you never responded. Were you with that Jungkook guy?"
Jimin sat on his bed gingerly. "Uh, I.... had to make up a test... for a class." He pulled out his phone as an excuse to not have a look at Cho.
It was from Jungkook.
Hey, Seokjin is over and Namjoon is coming to talk. Did u want to stop by? things ended pretty weird and I want to make everything normal again
Jimin bit his lip. He didn't want to see Namjoon, really. But he definitely didn't want to be alone with Cho.
Jimin: can u guys come to my house?
Jimin: like, now?
Jungkook: oh, sure, if that's easier for you! We'll be right over!
Jimin sighed, but it was cut short when his phone was suddenly taken out of his hands and tossed away.
"Hey!" Jimin exclaimed.
"Can't you pay attention to me?" Cho sighed. "I came all this way and waited for you even though you blew me off, you could at least act like I'm not being a burden to you by caring about you."
Jimin bit his lip. "I didn't blow you off-"
"Then where were you and why didn't you answer me?" Cho frowned.
"I told you I was busy doing school stuff." Jimin insisted. "I just didn't check my phone for a few hours was all, is that so hard to believe?"
Cho rolled his eyes. "What kind of teenager doesn't check their phone for hours on end? You would have to be, like, physically tied up to go that long without checking it!"
Jimin deadpanned at the camera like Jim from the office.
"If you don't want to hang out with me, just say so." Cho sighed.
"I don't want to hang out with you." Jimin said firmly.
Cho blinked, like he hadn't expected that. "What?"
"We broke up for a reason, Cho." Jimin said, rising from the bed. He didn't know when but somehow, he had grown the same height as his ex. Or maybe they just had always been the same height but Jimin always just felt small under Cho's stare.
Cho glared. "Seriously? After all I've done for you? Do you know much language lessons cost nowadays? And I was going to give you them for free!" He shook his head. "Not to mention all the gas I've been wasted driving your ungrateful ass around."
Jimin wanted to argue, but he knew Cho would never understand. Cho always win arguments, even if Jimin was 100% right and Cho was 100% wrong.
"I think you should just leave." Jimin didn't back down.
Cho regarded him for a moment. Then he grinned. "So, my little Chimmy did a little growing up while I've been away, huh?"
He cooed, as if Jimin was a baby who was insisting he was a big boy. He patted Jimin's hair. "Cute. You really had me going there for a minute. I'll give you that. But I'm back now so there's no need to pretend you're capable of anything anymore. You can be yourself again, Chimmy. I'll take care of everything for you now, why don't you slip into subspace for me, and we can pick up where we left off, hmm?"
Jimin scowled, slapping his head away. "No. I want you to leave. You're not my dom anymore."
"Come on, Chimmy." Cho insisted, stepping closer, cupping Jimin's face. "For old times' sake, huh? You were always the best sub I've ever had."
"I said no! A-and stop calling me that!" Jimin backed up, hit his bed, and fell onto his back on it.
Cho was on top of him in a second.
"Chimmy," he insisted. "It's such a cute name for such a cute little boy. A cute little sub, all for me, huh Chimmy?"
Jimin whispered as his heart started to speed up. He felt the familiar feeling of his submissive side wanting to cave in. He never had to worry about anything when Cho was in charge. Cho did all the shopping, all the errands, all the driving. Jimin just had to look cute and pretty and do whatever Cho wanted.
"My cute little Chimmy," Cho continued, stroking the pink hair. "So sweet and submissive for me. So pretty, my baby Chimmy."
Every time Cho called him that nickname, Jimin felt himself slipping a little further. He looked up at the older man with confused eyes. "S-stop... I... don't want... I-"
"My baby Chimmy doesn't know what he wants," Cho kissed his cheek softly. "That's why he needs his daddy to do everything for him, right? Don't you want to not have to worry about anything anymore? Hmm? You're the best at looking pretty for me, you should just stick to that. So good at being my baby, my little Chimmy."
He was right, Jimin thought, I can't pass chemistry, I suck at sports, I don't know how to drive or balance a checkbook, I can't even remember the Wi-Fi password half the time. I'm only good at being cute and dumb.
He blinked up at Cho, who was smiling at him. He always had a great smile.
"It's okay, baby." Cho encouraged. "I'm back now. You can be yourself again. I'm sure it was hard being on your own for a year, stumbling along high school, trying to remember your locker combination and hiding during gym class. How about you slip for me and afterwards I'll buy you something pretty. Because you're just so pretty, aren't you? You deserve it."
Jimin nodded, his head fuzzy. "And cute. Am always cute, too..."
"Of course, the cutest." Cho continued to pet his hair and Jimin leaned into his touch, smiling softly at the relaxing feeling. After what happened earlier, Jimin would love to let everything go and not have to worry about any of that ever again.
"Do you still keep your pacifier in the top drawer?" Cho was suddenly off the bed and rummaging around the dresser. He laughed when he pulled out the small pink thing, climbing back onto the bed and holding it in front of Jimin's mouth. "Here, my baby Chimmy."
Jimin hesitated, trying to fight through his lazy mind. He was so conflicted. Why were decisions so hard to make?
Cho made the decision for him, prying his mouth open and shoving the pacifier inside.
Jimin choked briefly, before instinct took over and he started sucking on the familiar plastic. It had been over a year since he had used this, and he admitted it was soothing to be back.
"My adorable baby Chimmy." Cho cooed. "The world is too mean and harsh for a baby like you. You just want to stay with me, hmm? And do nothing but dress up all cute for me and have me fuck you every night, don't you? Just like we used to. You loved it so much, remember?"
Wait, that didn't sound right.
Jimin didn't like it, that's why they broke up. That's why Cho ditched him to go to America.
But then Cho was kissing his neck and Jimin's moment of clarity was gone.
He didn't even try to fight the older boy as he kissed him, just let it happen. He was just a baby after all, he couldn't do anything for himself. He sucked in his pacifier and let Cho do whatever he wanted with him. Just like before.
"Jimin? We- oh, sorry." Jungkook squeaked, freezing when he opened the door and saw Cho on top of Jimin in the bed.
Cho looked over his shoulder. He glared. "God, you again? What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing here?" A boy Cho didn't know stormed in. He was tall, with muscles that Cho couldn't compete against. "How do you know Jimin?"
Cho laughed. "Obviously I'm his boyfriend. Why else would I be all over him like that?"
Jimin blinked at the newcomers and Jungkook was surprised to see a pacifier in the boy's mouth.
"Jimin didn't tell me he was dating anyone." Jungkook said. He looked to the boy on the bed. "Jimin, what's going on? Is he really your boyfriend?"
"Of course I am." Cho glared at them all. "Get out. Me and Jimin have some catching up to do."
"Jimin, is this joke bothering you?" Namjoon called.
Jimin looked at him the pacifier bobbing in his mouth. Why was everyone fighting? Everyone should just get along.
Jungkook turned to Seokjin. "Jimin would have told me if he was dating someone, he tells me everything. Sometimes too much. I saw this person before with Jimin, and Jimin didn't look happy with him." He whispered, eyeing Cho, who was standing off against Namjoon.
That was all Seokjin needed to be convinced he didn't like Cho. He stormed over to the two boys and pushed himself between them, poking a finger harshly into Cho's chest.
"Hey, stob it." He ordered. "I don't know who you are or what you did to Jimin, but he's my son and I won't have you manipulated him into liking you."
"Excuse me?" Cho laughed. "Who said anything about manipulation?"
"Nobody, that's the thing about manipulation. You don't say it expressly, you say it between the lines, so the other person doesn't see it." Namjoon raised his eyebrow, arms crossed.
Jungkook hurried to Jimin while the other three argued. He tugged the pacifier out and cupped Jimin's face. "Hey, Jimin, you okay? Who is that guy, really?"
Jimin pouted at him. "Ggukie."
Jungkook blinked. Ggukie? Jimin never called him that.
"I'll prove it." Cho was saying. He turned to Jimin and grinned. "Hey, Chimmy, who's your daddy, hmm?"
Jimin looked up when he heard his name. He broke into a smile when he saw the three boys and pointed. "Daddy!"
Seokjin followed Jimin's short finger, all the way to Namjoon.
Namjoon blinked. "What?" He took a step back. "No, no, no, no, nonono." He shook his head wildly.
"The point," Seokjin placed his hand on Namjoon's arm, "is that he didn't point to this guy." he jerked his thumb at Cho, who was starting at Jimin in disbelief. He faced the boy. "So, you're a liar. And a pervert, it seems." He snapped his fingers. "Namjoon. Punch him. He's gross."
Namjoon made a face. "As much as I want to, I'm not a violent person. Just stay away from Jimin from now on, or else I will get violent, understood?" He growled at Cho.
"What the hell, Jimin?" Cho hissed. "You're just a slut for anyone with a dick, aren't you?"
Jimin frowned at the swear word. "Hey..."
"Whatever. I'm out." Cho shook his head, pushing Seokjin out of the way as he headed to the door.
Jungkook's blood boiled, and he quickly followed the boy out, catching up with him in the hallway.
"Hey!" He called.
Cho stopped and turned, only getting halfway there when the fist suddenly connected with his cheek, sending the boy to the floor.
Jungkook leaned over him, glaring. "Namjoon might be above the level of violence, but I'm not. You so much as look in Jimin's general direction again and a broken nose isn't the only bone of yours I'll break, got it?"
Cho scrambled away from him. "My God! The hell?! Stay away from me, freak!" He ran down the stairs, cupping his bloody nose.
Jungkook watched him go, smirking.
He couldn't punch Yoongi's father, but he could sure as hell punch people like him.
And he wouldn't feel one ounce of guilt about it.
When he walked back in the bedroom, Jimin was clinging to Seokjin and Namjoon tightly.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He was saying, his eyes squeezed shut tightly. "I don't know what happened- I told him no and then I was suddenly in subspace! Thank you for coming when you did!"
"Yeah, you're welcome." Namjoon winced. "Please don't call me daddy ever again."
"Who was that asshole?" Seokjin asked, hugging Jimin tightly.
"My ex." Jimin pulled back and spotted Jungkook. "Kook!"
Jungkook joined them on the bed. "Hey, you okay now?"
Jimin nodded. "Yeah, I'm good. Thanks."
"I knew something was up." Jungkook said. "You tell me everything, I would have known if you were dating someone."
Jimin grinned. "Of course, Jungkook! You're my best friend. "
Jungkook blushed happily. "I'm just glad he's gone now. And I made sure he wouldn't be coming back."
Namjoon slid off the bed. "Well, that happened." He made for the door when Jimin detached himself from Seokjin and hurried over.
"Wait, Joon!"
Namjoon paused. "So I'm Joon again?"
Jimin brushed his hair out of his eyes and smiled at him. "Of course. You saved me twice today!" His gaze softened. "I know you made a mistake with taking Mr. Min's medicine, but everyone makes mistakes. And you apologized, so I forgive you. I know you're really just a big softie who didn't mean to hurt anyone."
Namjoon scowled, looking away. "Why are people say that all of a sudden?"
Jimin hugged him. "You'll always be my friend, Joon!" He giggled mischievously. "And my daddy."
Namjoon shook him off. "Nope. No. Still straight. Not happening."
He very slightly and softly blushed as he smiled at the boy. "But... thanks."
Before Jimin could blink, Namjoon was straightening up, his angry scowl back on. "Whatever, losers. I'm going home. I'm fucking tired. Don't call me or I'll kill you."
"Bye, Namjoon!" Seokjin and Jungkook called.
"Bye daddy!" Jimin waved, laughing when Namjoon flipped him off.
Jimin joined the boys on the bed. "So, who wants to practice kissing again?"
As Seokjin and Jimin leaned in, Jungkook beamed.
Today may have started out horrible, but hope was a ray of sunshine always just over the hill.
Nothing could break up him and his classmates.
Nothing.