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SPECIAL BONUS 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈:
"LOVE, FAMILY, NOSTALGIA, & GAMES"
"A SON'S CURIOSITY"
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If only time would continue to pass just as it was, letting them enjoy these passing moments forever. It hadn't been that long since the incident where Si Woo accidentally found the old video of Jungkook masturbating to Jimin's name, just two weeks. The video that had once been full of lustful and vengeful desires was now completely deleted and erased from their existances, hopefully.
Today was another of those days where Jimin was taking care of little (two months and a few days old) Jeong Un in his apartment at Seoul Forest Trimmage while Si Woo was at school when unexpectedly, Jungkook arrived home earlier than expected with a perplexed expression. Judging by how he returned with the rectangular glasses hovering over the tip of his nose, the messy bun on his hair leaving some messy strands out, his wine red tie already stretched out, and with a frustrated pair of eyes, he was stressed from work. The messy stray strands of hair out of the bun hinted of the many times he must have scratched his hair in frustration over the last hour.
Jimin was laid chest down on the special mat in the living room with Jeong Un in front of him on top of a special big blue pillow. His clothes consisted of nothing more than Jungkook's grey Carhatt t-shirt and a pair of black joggers, underwear free. Little Jeong Un was dressed up in a comfortable white onesie that had little yellow ducklings all over it and some yellow mittens covered his hands to prevent him from accidentally scratching his skin which had been happening for the last week and a half.
"Look who came home! Appa is back~" Jimin giggled in his parental voice while looking at his husband's direction. If he was honest, he completely hated how the actor had to leave every day. He missed him, especially since Jeong Un was still 12 weeks old. He didn't want Jeong Un to continue growing up his early months without Jungkook by his side just how it was with Si Woo (although that was a special case).
"Hey... I'm back. How are my little prince and king doing?" Jungkook exhaustingly sighed as he walked over to them, setting his briefcase down on the counter and taking off his coat. By his tone, his husband already picked up something must be stressing him out.
"Well, your prince has been behaving calmly until now. But you made a big mess, didn't you, Prince Jeong-ie?~" Jimin slowly shifted positions to cross his legs and gently pick up little Jeong Un. By gently placing him on his lap with the newborn's head resting between his forearm and elbow, the writer cooed. Jeong Un was so adorable, especially when he was tired because all he wanted seemed to be warmth and cuddles in his parents' arms.
"What mess?" Jungkook tiredly sat by his side on the mat and cupped Jimin's cheek instead of kissing it, but he made up for it by gently rubbing his thumb on the soft skin of his cheek.
"Oh~ Appa's asking what mess you made, little prince~" Jimin laughed to show how his tone was clearly teasing their newborn while looking at his shirt. The stained shirt he had previously worn was already in the washing machine. "He burped all his breakfast on my Balenciaga shirt a few minutes after you left with Si Woo this morning. I'm going to wash it and if the stain is still there, I might as well throw it away... It's Balenciaga though..."
Jungkook didn't react much, he just hummed and retracted his hand from his husband's cheek. "I'll buy you another one." His emotional state could be defined as defeated.
"What's wrong? Everything okay at work?" Jimin finally shifted his eyes from Jeong Un's tired ones but instead of finding the usual spark in his husband's, all he saw was some frustration and emptyness.
"No. My manager is forcing a role on me which I don't want to take. It's either that one or going on a three month trip to London and France for the shooting of a Hollywood movie starting on May third. They read my resume and wanted me to star in an American movie as a mafia don, no audition. I don't know many details of the second one yet but it requires me to speak English for most of it since I'm fluent," Jungkook explained.
As much as Jimin felt his heart shaking with joy because his husband was scouted for a Hollywood movie, something that is completely RARE from Korean actors (Don Lee was a magical exception), he couldn't help but also feel... alone, as selfish as it sounded because of the words 'a three month trip starting on May third'.
That was in basically 4 (3 1/2) days.
Jeong Un squirmed on Jimin's lap and began to whine softly. His lips parted in soft yet short loud whines and his tongue also stuck out a little. He interrupted the conversation but, what else could he do? He was hungry.
"Those are great news, Dangsin. They recognize your talent." Jimin managed to say while gently beginning to swing Jeong Un in his arms to calm him down. If knowing Jungkook for six years has taught him something, was that his husband wouldn't make a decision without consulting him. Which decision benefitted the family the most, was the answer. But it never had come to such a big break for them so he couldn't help but doubt and overthink outcomes of what the answer would be.
"I'll feed him," Jungkook insisted and Jimin didn't stop him. At such news, it was like a sudden hurricane shook his thoughts. It was unexpected. Even as Jungkook gently picked up Jeong Un in his arms, the unsettling feeling in Jimin's stomach didn't go away.
"Shh... Don't cry, Jeong-ie." Jungkook felt so emotionally weak as he stood up and walked over to the kitchen with Jeong Un's cries not diminishing yet, he never hesitated in his love for his youngest son. There was a clear bottle of milk near the fridge, Jimin had already pre heated and warmed it twenty minutes before Jungkook arrived. No matter how much those high pitched cries were too loud against his ears, the actor didn't flinch but he felt bad because the decision he had to make would be really hard in consequences.
"Stop squirming, Aegiya. I have your milk here." The tone of Jungkook's voice sounded so broken yet it was soft and loving to the point where he cracked a small smile when Jeong Un's cries did fade out. Now he could carefully balance the weight of Jeong Un's 3.8 kg on his left arm, and grab the bottle of milk. "You naughty boy, don't burp this on me later on." Jungkook made sure to level up his left arm at an angle where Jeong Un was half way sitting up and had his little head raised a little. He also made sure to angle the bottle of milk a little lower than 45 degrees because Jeong Un sucked it more smoothly that way. "There's my good boy."
He was the medicine, his remedy. Jungkook softly poked the teat of the bottle against Jeong Un's parted rosy lips while feeling his heart warm up at the sight. Jeong Un's eyes were open wide as he sucked on the teat, the same as his father whenever he drank anything. It seemed to made the actor feel so proud as a father to watch his son resemble himself. Those small dark chocolate eyes far too similar to those of his mother had him not able to contain his smile. Feeding milk to his little baby boy felt so surreal because one day, his little prince would be so big and an adult. The same parenting love and thoughts of never wanting their kids to grow up was always present in his gaze, even more now when little Jeong Un was so small and innocent.
Jimin had been watching the interaction from where he sat with a curve of his lips yet it didn't reach his eyes. He was overthinking everything his husband had informed him. From the deepest part inside his heart, all he wanted was for his husband to stay.
"Haruman... neowa naega hamkkehal su issdamyeon... I love you, my little prince. I'm sorry, I didn't greet you properly."
After finally laying little Jeong Un down for his nap at 13:00 (roughly 27 minutes after feeding and burping him) Jungkook cracked his neck and walked away from the nursery room into his bedroom where Jimin was zoned out on the bed. His chin was buried on his bent knees and his arms hugged them while his back rested against the headboard. Clearly, he was still overthinking about the acting offer.
"Oh come on, don't start overthinking, Nae Sarang." Jungkook began unbuttoning his shirt, the wine red tie already dropped on the floor because he was lazy.
"Hmm," Jimin hummed while thinking about the most crucial detail of it all. If Jungkook accepted the role for the Hollywood movie, then he'd miss their first wedding anniversary on May 13 and their special 2 year reconciliation anniversary on June 13.
"I'll explain everything so stop overthinking. Instead, let's do this for old time's sake." To lighten up the heavy atmosphere inside the room and their minds, the actor walked over to a woodened compartment near the plasma TV in their room and began searching for something.
"Jeong Un is barely three months old... Si Woo is five..." Jimin sighed and closed his eyes against his forearm and digged his toes into the covers of the bed. He couldn't stop forming the What if's that could happen if Jungkook accepted the role that forced him to leave Korea. Would he be left alone to tend to their children for 3 whole months without Jungkook by his side? More importantly, could he bear with the thought of not having his husband's presence for more than a week? He could barely manage 2 nights without him for God's sake (when shooting a scene in Jeju Island for example). Even more, he was still curious as to what other role his husband refused to take part in.
Something was thrown on the bed but Jimin still didn't flinch. He was too busy overthinking to notice how Jungkook was still dressed with his work clothes and was carrying one big black hoodie for his husband. The reason for the hoodie was still unknown. "Look at me, Jeon Jimin. Wear this. We're playing UNO but, I have some rules." Jungkook tried being positive about their current situation, so he dipped his knee on the bed across from his husband and fully sat, legs crossed. Since his stubborn husband didn't bother to pay attention to what he said, he placed the hoodie on the bed and grabbed his husband's calves. He tried not being harsh when spreading his husband's knees apart. Finally, he caught Jimin's attention because the next second, all Jimin could see were Jungkook's eyes through the lens of his rectangular glasses just as his groin was pressed against his husband's crotch.
"I'm talking to you, Dangsin. Are you listening to me or do I have to... do this to get your attention?" Jungkook slowly grind his hips, his crotch against the bare joggers of his husband. It didn't mean anything relating to punishment, it was just a way for Jungkook to prove the point that his husband wasn't paying attention to what he was talking about.
"What did you ask me? I zoned out." Jimin gulped and cupped Jungkook's hair between his hands. Instead of focusing on how his husband was slowly grinding their members together in a teasing manner with heat slowly pouring in their intimacies, he focused his eyes on him and used his fingers to pull out the Nylon Bobbles stretchy hair tie from his husband's hair. As he did, Jungkook's hair all loosened up but still maintained the form of the bun, so he ruffled the hair and combed it down. The strands easily welcomed his fingers, it wasn't greasy but rather soft.
"I know you love my long hair, but can you pay attention to what I'm saying? Seriously, I feel like I'm talking to a wall. I feel so down yet here I am trying to comfort you instead of going to the shower to cry alone for what decision I may have to make." Jungkook's lips slowly pouted and his eyes saw right through his husband's. Whichever decision it was they had to make, would have consequences for them, good or bad ones.
"I love you. No matter what... I love you. I trust you. I trust in us. Whichever decision you think is best, we'll manage and work it out. Jungkookie... I want you to stay... but if you want to go... I can't be selfish in holding you back from such a big break. So no matter what, I love you and trust you, my wonderful Jungkook-ssi," Jimin softly replied to those heartbreaking words. His right hand slowly gripped on his husband's neck and he pushed him forward to engulf those rosy lips he couldn't afford to miss.
The kiss wasn't sensual at all, it wasn't forced and neither did their teeths clash together, but their tongues met, inside and outside. By pressing their lips against each other, then swirling their tongues to rub on each other whether it was inside or outside, then sucking on their own lips as if their mixed saliva was delicious honey nectar both couldn't afford to stop tasting the addictive sweetness, the sweet love radiated from both of their hearts to calm the actor's. It was clear. Those sweet and beautiful words he treasured the most were everything to him, the final conclusion.
"Shibal... I can't go. I can't leave you, nor Si Woo or Jeong Un. You're my family, I can't leave for so long. My heart won't be able to take it, not again." Jungkook's lips softly brushed down his husband's chin to leave open mouthed kisses until he reached the vivid exposed adam's apple on his husband's neck.
"I don't want you go," Jimin repeated with a pant while his left hand continued brushing Jungkook's long hair back. It was out. His opinion on the matter already left his lips, and Jungkook smiled against the unclaimed bump of the adam's apple.
"I know. But we have another problem then." Instead of sucking the skin until pink, Jungkook pecked Jimin's adam's apple before slowly leaning back to meet his husband's questioning eyes. It was about the other role Jungkook did not want to accept.
"Which is?" Jimin raised an eyebrow and soon, he was sitting while observing his husband's movements. "I thought you said you didn't want to play UNO again. You proved it on our Honeymoon at Tokyo." Nostalgia hit him like an embrace when he spotted the pack of cards. The last time they played UNO ended up with a promise Jimin completed and Jungkook did end up taking them on many dates with their family, the most recent one was when Jeong Un was still in the oven.
"This will lift our moods with the news I have to tell you. Go on, I'll make it fun. Wear the hoodie." Jungkook grabbed the pack and opened it. It certainly had been a while since he shuffled the cards so when he divided it in two piles and pressed his thumb on the edges of each while benting them, a few cards flew out between shuffles. "I'm out of practice." He heard his husband let out an airy laugh and when he looked up, Jeon Jimin was wearing the black hoodie.
"What are the rules?" Jimin eyed his husband's eyes, already compliant to the idea of playing UNO.
Jungkook began to explain, "Rule number one: Each time you receive a Blocked card, you have to kiss me; same with me." Those rules already began to look good. "Rule number two: If you get the 'reverse' card, you have to tell me a reason why you love me; same with me." Gosh, now Jimin wanted to play UNO every day under these rules. "Rule number three: if you place the plus two cards, plus four wild cards and wild cards for me, I have to strip an item of my clothing; same with you. Plus, I can see the outline of your cock from a mile away, you're not wearing underwear. This rule won't be completely fair since I'm wearing more clothes but do you agree?"
Jimin laughed a little, he liked the rules but just like always, he wanted to add one more. "Rule number four: if I win, I'm going to send you on an overstimulation trip that I control." By sensually biting his lips, he caused his husband to scrunch his nose as some pink sakura leafs poured heat into his cheeks.
Jungkook couldn't complain nor did he wished to. "And if I win, you have to wear a vibrator on the all day for our Anniversary." The cheeky remark turned them on in many ways. The two husbands were too mischievous.
"Kol!" They both agreed and started the game.
The stares exchanged between two lovers were long and filled with burning fire. One of them had a glare clearly directed at the other. It was inevitable given what the other had explained. Jimin was stripped of the black hoodie and grey t-shirt, he had kissed Jungkook three times and he had told him two times the reason why he loved him. In Jungkook's case, he was only wearing his pair of navy blue underwear, he had kissed Jimin twice and had told him why he loved him thrice.
Currently, Jeon Jimin was on fire. Fire as in, he was completely raging mad.
"I will file you a divorce case if you accept that. No one gets to see your ass except me. Tell your manager 'No'." Jimin placed a yellow '3' card on the pile above a yellow '+2' card.
Jungkook just had to let out a shaky laugh. "Then should I accept the Hollywood offer?" He placed a green '3' card on top of the pile. He didn't have any other option. It was either the Hollywood offer or the other one...
"No. You will stay here but I will not allow you to act as a kinky CEO in an erotica Korean version of Fifty Shades of Grey; over my dead body." Jimin's fingers curled over the set of cards his hand held. Only four more rounds and maybe he would win.
"But, Dangsin, I have to choose one. We need to get more money. The bills don't pay them selves," Jungkook sighed and watched how Jimin's nose scrunched as he began taking a new card from the other pile; and another, another and another.
"We might as well film you fucking me and upload it to Twitter, should we? Shall I search for the nipple clamps and spreader bar while I'm at it?" Jimin's tone reeked of sarcasm as he placed a green '9' on the pile. The actor felt hurt by those words but he knew those words were pure sarcasm. He might as well continue it.
"I don't fuck anymore but, maybe we could film me reaching the deepest parts of your sweet wet prostrate while you moan, 'Ah~ J-Jeongguk-ah~ Ah~'" And a green blocked card was placed on the pile by him with a cheeky grin. Soon, he puckered his lips towards his husband.
"Stop it... I don't moan like that." Jimin's cheeks reddened a bit as he leaned forward and pecked his husband's puckered lips, per the first rule of the game they played.
"You do. Oh, and don't forget the 'Agh! Gguk! Right... ha... there! Ah!' Everyone will love it, right at that moment when your breath hitches and you gasp a soft yet high 'Ahh—' when you cum undone all over yourself... Your eyes stare softly into mine and your cheeks are all pink, especially your swollen red lips gasping for a breath feeling all the waves of pleasure as I hit your spot. Gosh, I love how you moan my name so sinfully as your cum gushes out, your tight hole clenches and loosens around me, even your thighs begin to shake, your galaxy filled eyes just stare into mine for the comfort and warmth in ecstacy, and your nails dig into my skin, especially through my hair lately. You always unconsciously grip it tighter as the first waves hit until your eyes tear up from the overstimulation and your grip loosens. Everyone will instantly fall in love with it. But you know what," Jungkook paused, biting his lower lip. He made sure to slowly drag his bottom lip back so the wet rosy skin slowly paled because of the teeth's pressure until it was released and it's plump shape returned.
The sight had Jimin's still angered glare slowly fade and soon to be replaced by his own teasing grin as a facade because god fucking dammit, those words caused him to be too turned on to the point where a wet pre-cum stain painted his joggers. He loved his husband too much. How he paid attention to every detail in him made him feel so loved and noticed, too warm inside his heart.
"You're mine and only mine. That means only I can hear you moan like that, only I, Jeon Jungkook, can see you and feel you reach your orgasm." There was a small pause that had the writer gulp silently because every word spoken was robbing him of his speech. "I change it to blue. Strip, baby." Jungkook placed a wild card on top of the pile with a grin.
God, Jimin hated so much how his husband was still avoiding the topic at hand but nevertheless, he placed his cards face down and slowly slid off each leg from the joggers.
"You're right. This," Jimin paused, slowly teasing his left hand's fingers down his chest. He softly brushed the skin over his 'NEVERMIND' tattoo then lowered south until the V-line where he took a firm grip over the base of his softened member and fisted the length all the way to the slightly wet tip, moving the foreskin back to release the already drops of colorless pre-cum gathered at the slit of the pretty pink mushroom shaped head. Every word his husband previously said heated his body even more. "—is all yours. Just as—" He leaned forward and hovered his right hand precisely on the outline of his husband's member to suddenly grip it tight over the length and curled his index and middle finger between the outline of the head and rubbed them together in a 'v' a bit to continue the teasing friction.
He finished, "—this is all mine. Nobody, and I mean it, nobody can ever see you naked except me. Or if Si Woo asks to shower with you again, he can." Jimin grinned and slowly moved back after loosening the grips on both of his hands. He didn't miss the way his husband eyed him as he rose his left hand to lick his fingers, and taste himself.
"Where were we? Oh yes," Jimin picked up his cards and placed a blue 'reverse' card on the pile. "So, Jungkookie, why do you love me?" Jungkook was still controlling himself from not popping a boner or worse stain his navy underwear with pre-cum because Jeon Jimin was getting the upper hand again. He loved games and competing with his husband was always a challenge because neither gave up; Jimin teased him, Jungkook teased back.
"I love you because you're the sun that rose again in my life; a reincarnation of my childhood dreams. You're my own life. I once told you that being with you drove me into Euphoria but, now I want to add that you, Jeon Jimin, are the cause of my Euphoria." Jungkook was a romantic as his husband, enough to steal the title of writer/author.
Those words mixed so well with the Second 'E' in his husband's 'NEVERMIND' tattoo and even amplified the meaning of it. He had a way with words that always shook him in adoration to the core of his heart, mind, body, and soul. It was then that Jimin's head suddenly had an idea. His husband was and always will be, his source of inspiration.
"Seokjin hyung's wedding was a week ago, what if you call SKFSA and request to give some coaching lessons to university students since he took a month off. They won't be able to refuse. Plus, our fans were really excited for my next book of poems that will be published by May seventh. I'm sure it will sell well and if you start being an acting coach for maybe one or two months, it could make up the quota until maybe November," Jimin suggested.
Jungkook knew all too well the many reasons why he loved his Jimin, and this was just another one. They always found them selves making up at the right time and they were one. His Jimin always helped him whenever he needed it, he was and always will be his love. In return, he claimed those precious and unique plump rosy lips once again but this time, instead of just separating within a few seconds, they stayed in an exchange of passionate and soft french lip locking.
"You ruined the game!" Jimin whined after an average of ten wonderful minutes of them making out. Both their lips were more rosier and swollen than usual. Their breaths still mingled with pants but all the writer cared for at the moment was how the cards were all mixed up because dammit, he really wanted to give Jungkook that trip to the ultimate pleasure he controlled.
"Let's be honest, you can send me on that trip whenever you want to and you'll wear that vibrator no matter what; win or lose. Why don't we start now? Mm? You're still naked, at my mercy," Jungkook laughed and rubbed his right hand along the soft warm skin of his husband's balls; right in between each. The middle finger with the woozy smile curled closer to the red rim below and teased through the clench.
"I'm always naked at your mercy, that hasn't changed. But I can have you naked at mine, that much is the best."
Sometimes the truth of his husband's words were too much for Jungkook to the point where he wanted to just hold him and never let go because their feelings for each other were so strong now compared to the past years. The use of references to when their relationship was just built on sex always forced Jungkook to continue forward with expressing how much he loved Jimin, especially how much he treasured every moment with their sons; their sons. Maybe the names Jeon Si Woo and Jeon Jeong Un still haven't completely been processed into his brain. Even, how he has the most wonderful family nobody would ever dare to exchange for anything. He felt so happy when reality hit him about how his two sons were there, alive, existing. And to think he even had the slightest temptation to agree for the Hollywood movie the second it was offered to him.
"If you're going to keep touching me, let me warn you. Jeong Un will awaken from his nap in at least fifteen minutes or less. Can you make me cum in ten minutes?" Jimin's hands rose to entangle themselves where he loved, in between the long hair strands on his husband's scalp. Somehow Jeong Un always woke up exactly when his nap should end and it didn't always sit well with Jimin because it was his own free time.
"Oh, Dangsin, I can make you cum in less than five." Another challenge thrown his way, and another victory Jungkook accomplished. At least they both ended up playing the game which previous outcomes joined them together to completely heal what once were scars but today were love.
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Jungkook was peacefully sitting on his bed, legs stretched and ankles crossed while reviewing his notes on an old script from a drama filmed back in 2018 titled 'One Summer in Busan' in order to give them to a student he started coaching a few days prior, when little Si Woo opened the door of his bedroom with a white towel on his arms. His lips were in a pout and his movements were so silent. Currently, he wasn't wearing the hearing aids for one specific reason.
"Si Woo, what—"
As soon as Jungkook noticed how Si Woo wasn't wearing the hearing aids, he stopped his sentence and set the papers aside on the bed. If there was one thing he'd always known since the first day in 2020 when he met Si Woo with the hearing aids was that before speaking to him, he needed to check whether he wore the hearing aids for many reasons.
"Appa," Si Woo signed and spoke lowly, almost above a whisper but his father heard him clear and saw the sign.
Immediately, Jungkook pat the bed twice before his son jumped on him and sat on his lap with the white towel still on his hands. "Do you ...want me ...to shower ...with you?" Jungkook signed slowly so each sign his hand made could be easily understood. In fact, Si Woo knew what his father was going to ask because this was a daily routine for them. Normally, Si Woo would ask Jimin to help him shower or at least be there in the bathroom to keep him company but since Jimin was currently bathing Jeong Un (which at least took him 15-20 minutes) he wanted to shower or take a bath with Jungkook instead.
A silent nod from Si Woo was all it took for Jungkook to ruffle his soft raven looks and peck his forehead before picking him up in his arms and then pretend he was flying him around like Iron Man. The simple act was for Si Woo to giggle because he strongly disliked how his big prince's mood always went down whenever he wasn't wearing the aids. Oh he loves how Si Woo's laughter always reached a peak of happiness whenever they played around like this.
"You're my big prince, Si Woo," Jungkook said softly after placing him down and watched the confused eyebrow raise Si Woo gave him. He still hadn't completely caught on lip-reading well but the words he got were 'naui wangja'.
"Prince?" Si Woo tried signing to himself as he watched Jungkook search for a pair of clean underwear and some sweatpants along with a towel.
Although Jungkook had thought of taking a shower in at least two hours, if Si Woo wanted to shower together, that was what his baby would get. And so he ended up completely naked inside the bathtub with Si Woo cooing while making surprised faces everytime he caught many bubbles on his hands and made a fake bubble beard. The bubble bath Jungkook was supervising ended up being a complete heart melting sight. He just leaned back on the tub with arms spread around, the bubbles in the water completely covered his body from a few inches below his muscular chest. His spread arms caused Si Woo to see again the tattoos in his right bicep along with the sleeve tattoos all over his arm. Like father like son because when he grows up he wants to get a tattoo like his dads.
For over 10 minutes Jungkook watched how Si Woo played around with the bubbles until he reached out to his son after grabbing the shampoo cutting the time to stop playing. Time really went by fast. His baby was already 5 and he still continued to grow. He feared the day when the innocence of those eyes would completely disappear. Let alone, he completely dreaded the possible day where his little Si Woo would grow up to be a teenager and the possible relationships that could end up hurting him; but for now he had him, his little 5 year old baby who loved bubble baths.
"Don't grow up. Stay my little baby forever," Jungkook whispered into the empty air above his little boy's head.
Soon, Si Woo stood still and closed his eyes, holding his nose with his right hand to prevent any water from entering his nose when Jungkook rinsed his head from the shampoo on his hair. He loved how his both fathers' fingers were always so tender and soft. He really loved when they brushed his hair as well, his scalp felt relaxed.
Playfully, after he was rinsed off from the conditioner, Si Woo splashed bubbles and water at Jungkook hard with innocent intentions. Being playful was part of his inherited charm and Jungkook sometimes discreetly felt a little irritated because Si Woo still didn't know the exact moments when to be playful or not. Right now was one of those moments because bubbles got caught in Jungkook's eyes and he instantly stood up until the bubbles reached his mid thighs (but parts of his abdominals and skin still had small bubbles attached) and had to search for the towel hanging to his right while groaning. His eyes became irritated because he was caught off guard.
"Agh, Si Woo!" he scolded. When his hands reached the towel, he abruptly brought it up to his eyes to clean the bubbles off while Si Woo giggled all the way. How could he stay mad at him at the moment if Si Woo giggled like that; an exact replica of Jimin.
As soon as his blurry vision focused back on Si Woo laughing, he shook his head and placed the towel back before returning the favor. Si Woo was suddenly splashed with a big wave of bubbles all over his head and face bug instead of hissing because of the irritations, he tried cleaning them off with his hands while Jungkook laughed. "Hahaha! Si Woo, let's get you cleaned up." The grin of victory never left his lips as he opened the faucet and guided Si Woo's head below it.
After all the rinse was done, the drain plug was released and slowly, all the water and bubbles decreased much to Si Woo's pouting dismay. Jungkook first made sure to help Si Woo dry his hair before wearing his own towel, so he was plainly naked sitting on the closed lid of the toilet drying his hair while Si Woo stood there, already wrapped up like a kimbap in his white towel.
"Appa." Si Woo suddenly called out to Jungkook in his soft low voice. In order for the father to know that he was paying attention, Jungkook's eyes shifted to his. There was some curiousity filled in the dark chocolate pupils resembling those of himself. "Am I going to be big like you one day?" Instead of signing what he wanted to say, Si Woo said it lowly, not sure if the tone he said it in was loud as his eyes trailed down his father's abdomen until his intimate male parts.
Oh fuck.
The expression on Jungkook's face shifted so bad. He was caught by surprise from the unexpected and innocent remark. Did Si Woo just asked him if he was going to have a big dick? He was not ready to answer that question and Si Woo was not ready to know the answer.
To not make the conversation take the turn it was going, Jungkook gently grabbed Si Woo's chin and raised it from where his curious mind was taking his eyes. "You... will find out... when... you're older." Slowly emphasizing on each word to make Si Woo understand them even through his poor lip-reading, Jungkook voiced them out hoping this would be the last time the question was asked in the nearing years.
"Okay...?" A small nod from Si Woo was all it took for Jungkook to squeeze his cheek and peck his forehead before grabbing his own towel and wrapping it around his waist. He was saved from this one yet.
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