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a/n : outfits worn at the even will be at the end.

"and then he got a fucking call from yoongi-hyung, talk about cock block." taehyung told his best friend. jimin laughed. "it's not funny."

taehyung rolled his eyes. "oh but it is tae, like i can't even imagine the look on your face." jimin laughed and taehyung pushed him a little. "i'm pretty sure jeon left with a boner. poor him." taehyung sighed.

it's been a while since the soulmates have been together and now that they are, they're catching up.

"oh right, you asshole! why didn't you send me a picture of min's new boyfie, i met him just the other day. can you believe that." jimin hit taehyung.

"sorry, i thought you saw him already." taehyung said. "i only heard of him, but you know me, i don't care about people who aren't up to my standards." jimin shrugged.

"the event's tomorrow, are you going?" taehyung asked as he sipped his drink.

they were at taehyung's house, in his backyard and enjoying their moment together, the weather and wine.

"didn't get an invite." jimin shrugged. "you're still coming aren't you?" taehyung chuckled.

"well of course. my son is going and im a very supportive ex-husband." jimin smiled. he then added, "i don't see why the hell not."

"you're something else i sweat to god." taehyung laughed.

"how far are you with hyung's suit?" taehyung asked. "it's finished all i have to do is iron it and send it to him." jimin said. taehyung nodded.

"so what are you wearing?" jimin asked. "red with jeon" taehyung said.

"i'm so fucking curious, are you two just fucking with no strings attached or y'all a thing?" jimin asked. taehyung blushed.

"i guess we're kinda just talking." taehyung looked anywhere but jimin's eyes.

"don't tell me he's oblivious to you wanting a real relationship." jimin gasped.

"i haven't really talked to him about that and he hasn't either" taehyung sighed. "ok enough about me and jeon, what're you wearing?" taehyung smiled.

jimin noticed the little shakiness in his best friend's voice.

'my poor bear' jimin thought.

"i'll send you a pic tonight. i'll go now, you go get some rest you look like absolute shit and go to your hair appointment." jimin laughed.

the soulmates laughed and hugged, then part ways.

jae was peacefully sleeping in jimin's room as jimin was in his home studio, doing little touches to yoongi's suit then ironing it, along with jae and his outfit too.

he hanged them on the hangers and carefully wrapped yoongi's suit so it wouldn't get all wrinkled.
jimin picked out his top, jeans and accessories for tomorrow.

after getting everything ready and making sure he's not forgetting anything before he goes and lay down, jimin got a email as he was checking others.

from: min yoongi.


jimin opened it and would you look at that, it's an invitation to his event and he was a vip guest. well at least jimin didn't have to cause a scene at the entrance since he didn't have a invitation.

not that he would have to, since everybody knows about him and the impact he has is just immaculate.

anybody would want to have park jimin at their event, even if he's not invited, they'll gladly let him enter.

and the security at the entrance would definitely let him in without a invitation, not because he's the ex of min yoongi, or the mother of jae, or a very well known fashion designer.

ah shit, fuck it! it was those same listed reasons why they would definitely let him in.

"can't believe you sent this from your personal email min." jimin couldn't help but smiled.

he had a big day tomorrow and he was excited....well not him, but you get it. jimin couldn't help but wonder if minsu is gonna be there.

as jimin woke up he sent the suit to yoongi and got jae ready for school. the event didn't start until 7 pm and ended at 10pm. jae's school ends at 1 today.

jimin did everything he had to do today, as it touched one, jimin was leaving for jae's school. by the time they got home, it was three.

it was friday and on fridays, uncle hobi comes for jae and hangs out with him, which includes buying him some clothes and accessories or even new shoes. yes, he was spoiled by his uncles, especially his uncle hobi.

after their shopping spree and having lunch and dessert, hobi carried jae back home and jae immediately went to sleep.

now at 6:30, everyone was getting ready, little jae in the bathroom, jimin laying out his and jae's clothes, taehyung and jeon wrapping up their session, yoongi showering, namjoon putting on his shoes, seokjin taking selcas, hoseok fixing his hair extensions, minsu fixing his tie.

yoongi was absolutely awed by jimin's design, well he had expect it to turn out this way. jimin really knew him and how he think. so it wasn't surprising that it came out well but yoongi still managed to be surprised.

now at 6:50, everyone was ready and others already leaving and going to
myg hotels

the hotel had bright lighting, a photoshoot section all set up, drinks being served, a large chandelier in the center of the room, people meeting each other but we all know it was them just trying to get a business partners.

others were rocking to the classy jazz music playing the background. you get the whole vibe.

yoongi arrived exactly 7:12pm, with minsu's arm latched around his. they immediately went and greeted the guests.

eleven minutes later, taehyung and jeon arrived also greeting people. shortly after kim namjoon and kim seokjin arrived also. about a minute later jung hoseok arrived too. they all just went and greeted guests

yoongi, taehyung, jeon, namjoon, seokjin and hoseok all met up at the vip section, talking and catching up. minsu nodding at their conversation and answering with short answers when being asked questions.

"you little piece of shit, min fucking taehyung, making me walk around this big ass hotel by myself looking for you. you said you'll be at the bar and only to find you hiding in this little corner. . . oh hi guys." jimin came in.

"where's jae?" yoongi spoke. jimin took a seat in between taehyung and jeon. "playing, running around." jimin said.

"does he have security." yoongi said. "i am a very responsible person min, thank you very much." jimin rolled his eyes.

"anyways, tae i have this show you'd very much like-" jimin got cut off by someone entering the vip section. kang sungshi.

jimin felt goosebumps crawl on his skin just by the name. he, yoongi and kang had some. . . .issues back then.

kang sungshi had harassed jimin in 2020 and yoongi being his knight in shining armor, shot him. yoongi made sure that kang industries fell to the ground.

every since then kang stayed away from the mins. if he was going to work and saw a car belonged to myg corps (they're very noticeable) kang would go left.

no one knows about yoongi shooting someone except for himself, jimin, jeon, namjoon, taehyung, seokjin, hoseok, kang and the police, whom he shut up with his dirty money.

"can i help you." yoongi turned to him. "i just wanted to come and congratulate you for coming back and say what a beautiful party this is." kang stuttered.

"well you have, now leave. this is private section and i'm very much going to fire whoever let you in. you don't have a problem with that, do you min?" kim namjoon spoke, twirling his wine in the glass.

yoongi shook his head no. "umm. . . .jimin-ssi, " kang nervously chuckled, then got cut off when yoongi bitterly spat "don't speak to him." the others looking at kang in pure disgust

jimin sat up straight, legs cross as that of a princess. minding his nails. "leave while we're still asking ever so nicely" hoseok said.

kang clenched his jaw and walked out with gritted teeth.

jimin got up. "im going for a drink." and left. taehyung, seokjin and minsu followed behind him.

now with just the four men in the room.

"didn't you take care of him 2 years ago yoongi?" hoseok said. "was feeling merciful that time" yoongi leaned into the couch he was on. "really regretting right now."

"so jimin made your outfit." jeon said. "in 9 days too." namjoon said. "we know how jimin stays, doesn't like his plate being full." yoongi sighed, covering his face with one hand.

"jimin on your mind?" namjoon teased. yoongi shook his head no.

"im sexually frustrated. i need to fuck minsu." yoongi got up. "like right now." yoongi said. "go look for your son first." jeon chuckled. "ah fuck. later." yoongi rushed out.

when yoongi was out of the room the three looked at each other. "he definitely wants jimin." hoseok deadpanned.

jae played with the new people he met an hour ago. there was a bounce house, snow cone machine, sweets. all the kiddy stuff. only thing jae enjoyed was the bounce house.

when he saw the familiar body of his dad enter, his face lit up as he ran off the chair to his dad.

yoongi clasped their hand together and left the area. "how're you enjoying everything so far?" yoongi asked. "the bounce house was quite fun." jae said.

"im hungry now." he added. "let's go get you something then." yoongi smiled. "i want your cooking." jae whined. "love. . . ." yoongi stopped and kneeled down to jae's height.

"please dad. please, please, please" jae jumped in tiny. yoongi gave up. now yoongi was just seeing so much resemblance of jimin, when he used to whine to yoongi. and he knew jae wouldn't stop until yoongi said yes.

"fine, i'll carry you back with me tonight." yoongi smiled and stood back up. "can appa come too?" jae said. "sure." yoongi said.

well there goes his plan of spending the whole night fucking minsu. yoongi internally groaned. he loved spending time with jae and whatever jae wanted, jae would get it.

the event had ended now. everyone had a good time. this was a event that will still be talked about the next month.

min yoongi is known for many things and the events he hosts are one of them. his creative mind is just extraordinary.

namjoon and seokjin left earlier at 9:15pm, hoseok leaving at 9:28pm. taehyung and jeon left 3 minutes ago.

"i'm really sorry, i was looking forward to spending the night with you so so much." yoongi whispered into minsu's ear as they hugged.

"it's ok baby." minsu assured yoongi. "stop saying that, you're making me feel so guilty, i keep making these promises and not keeping them." yoongi sighed.

"promises are meant to broken aren't they?" minsu said. they pulled away from the hug. "i'll see you tomorrow." yoongi opened the car door for minsu.

"i love you." minsu smiled. "hmm, i love you too" yoongi said.

yoongi went back into the hotel, jae was lying in jimin's lap sleeping, at the vip section. "took you long enough." jimin sighed. "you could've went ahead." yoongi said, picking up jae off of jimin.



it's been quite a while since jimin was at yoongi's home. it hasn't changed. "i'll go set up the guest room for you." yoongi said, going towards jae's room first.

yoongi closed the door and came back out to go upstairs when he realized jimin wasn't in the living room anymore.

yoongi went upstairs when he saw his room door wide open and a jimin shuffling through his closet.
yoongi went in and closed the door, making a slam.

"what are you doing?" yoongi asked. "don't be oblivious min." jimin finally came out yoongi's closet with a black dress shirt in hand. "i'm sleeping here." jimin said, going towards yoongi's dresser

"need me to remind you that you're nothing but the mother of my child, there is no relationship between us, you're nothing but a guest here, jimin." yoongi said.

jimin and yoongi were now face to face, jimin had a bored look whereas yoongi had a very irritated one. jimin's bored look turned into a smirk.

he wrapped his finger around yoongi's tie
"you were always and still is sexy when you're mad, yoongi-hyung." jimin smirked.

when they were married, yoongi founded it as a turn on when jimin called him yoongi and jimin founded it as a major turn on whenever yoongi got mad.

"anyways, im sleeping here and that's final." jimin turned onto his heel and went into the bathroom. he came back out a minute later dressed in yoongi's black dress shirt.

he made his way back to the dresser and found a elastic band and made half his hair into a ponytail. he lotioned his skin until smooth then used yoongi's arm spray then got some perfume on himself.

jimin got into the bed and got comfortable. yoongi watched all of this unfold and just gave up. jimin was stubborn. he knew that very well.

yoongi also got ready for bed, coming out wearing his grey sweatpants and a white tee. and we all know he isn't wearing underwear.

wondering what jimin is wearing with the dress shirt? he was wearing one of yoongi's boxers that did absolute justice for his ass. every single curve was showing.

yoongi turned off the lights and turned on the ac and air freshener. he got in the bed.

"minnie do me a favor and keep your hands to yourself. i still remember how you sleep." yoongi got flashbacks.

in the next 4 hours or so, jimin was definitely going to be on top of him. just thinking about that made yoongi's already hard member, even harder.

if that's even possible.


end.

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