2. The Flat

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He winced in pain as he unlocked the door to their apartment. He was aching. Every single part of him was aching and sore as he dragged his body inside the flat. 

"Well, look who's back. Hey there, little princess. Rough night?"

Jimin glanced up to find no other than Jin sit at the breakfast table, eyeing him with curiosity. Hoseok came walking out of his room, dressed in a floor length, deep red rope, munching on his breakfast cereal. He found Jimin at the door and then grinned wide and knowing. "Uhhh, seemed like the guy was worth ditching us for."

Jimin rolled his eyes at them both, trying not to make it obvious that untying his shoes made a very certain area ache extremely much. "I didn't ditch you. I texted you!"

Jin snorted and raised a dubious eyebrow at him, then pulled out his phone and read aloud. "Hey bitches. Off to a magical night. See ya in the morning."He glanced up at Jimin. "How is that not ditching us?"

Fine. Fine. Maybe he did ditch them. "Well, I couldn't find you in the crowd," he defended himself, trying to walk straight to the kitchen and failing- to the wicked delight of the boys.

"Wow. He gave it to you good, didn't he?" Hoseok whistled. Jimin rolled his eyes again.Jesus... here we go. 

"Maybe?" 

"Maybe?" Jin exclaimed while chewing his morning sandwich loudly. "You look like you've been a week in Las Vegas, got hit by a truck and was then forced to compete in a marathon." 

Yeah... he felt like that too. The boy hadn't been kidding when he said he wasn't done with him, taking him against the wall, hard, then on the sofa and only after that had he carried him to the bed. Yes... carried him. Because Jimin had been unable to stand on his feet after he was done with him. 

He poured himself some coffee without answering them. It was obvious anyway, but their curiosity knew no bounds, so he wasn't even the least bit surprised about Jin's next question. 

"So...was it a magical night then?"Jimin tried- he really tried not to grin and failed. "Uhhh," Hoseok clapped like a seal and came to stand beside him in the kitchen. "Tell us everything." 

Jimin nearly choked on the coffee. Yeah- he loved his friends and they shared a lot of secrets but THAT he would keep to himself. 

"No way I'm telling you guys."

They groaned in tandem and he knew they were watching his every step as he slowly made his way to the table and sat- also very, very slowly. 

"Yeah..." Hoseok commented as he sat too, eyeing Jimin with a impish grin. "I don't think you have to tell us. We have a pretty good idea."

"Can you at least tell us his name?"

Jimin lowered his head at Jin's question, trying to hide his slightly guilty features.

"What?" Hoseok yelled out incredulous, then laughed loud and heavy."You don't even remember his name? Jeez, Jimin!"

Jimin bit the inside of his cheek, then sighed, rubbing his temples."Well, he told me...but it was loud in the club and I kinda forgot and then we didn't do much talking afterwards, Okay? And," he added with a sudden satisfying realization."I'm pretty sure he didn't remember my name either."No...he'd called him angel all night and not once by his real name. Had he even mentioned his name?

Jin shook his head with a click of his tongue."You make it sound like that's a good thing. If he was that good, wouldn't you want to at least remember his name?"

He swallowed hard. Maybe Jin was right. He should at least remember their names.

"Oh come in ChimChim!" Hoseok whined, showing his impatience by stomping his naked feet on the floor."Spill some tea! Please?"

Jimin grinned."Wanna know how good he was?"

Hoseok's eyes lit up, nodding his head vigorously and making his soft brown hair bounce all around him.

"Well," Jimin sighed. "There was a moment I actually thought of staying for breakfast."

Yeah.. when he'd woken in the massive bed and seen the dark haired stranger sleep next to him...He'd been transfixed again.He'd looked younger asleep. Maybe he even was, something boyish and yet still dazzling to him, Jimin , for a moment, actually considered spending the morning with him.And then he got a grip on himself.He wasn't looking for a relationship.The few he had always ended in fights and ugly arguments and left him more regretful than he ever thought possible so he'd given up on it.So he had sneaked out of the bed and then the house on silent feet.

Jin let the rest of his sandwich drop, staring at him open-mouthed, Hoseok doing the same."You? Staying for breakfast?" the oldest breathed incredulously.Hoseok choked on a laugh."Bloody hell, he must have been fucking amazing if he made THE Park Jimin want to stay for breakfast."

"Hey," Jimin defended, then reached for the cereal box on the table and poured himself some."I'm not that bad."

"Yeah, you are," Hoseok proclaimed.Jimin narrowed his eyes at him as he reached for the milk."You're one to talk. At least I sleep over at their houses, not bring them back to our apartment!"

Jin let out a snort in agreement."At least I remember their names and always make them breakfast!" The accused boy defended with a pout.

He did.And it had led to some very, very awkward moments on the breakfast table, especially because Hoseok did things to his stay-overs that had them moan and scream all night long.

"Well," Jin sighed and picked up the rest of his sandwich once more."Nothing wrong with sleeping around, is there? As long as you use protection."

Jimin snorted and shuffled a spoon full of cereal." I'm not stupid Jin, I-"

He dropped the spoon, some milk splashing over as he came to a terrible realization, his stomach lurching.Shit!

"What?" Hoseok asked as he saw Jimin's reaction, then his eyes widened, his mouth forming a round open circle."Oh Jimin! Don't tell me you ignored the one, most important rule of sleeping around!"

Always use fucking condoms! Yeah he knew that rule. Had never ignored that rule...until last night. Double shit. How could he have been so stupid? He groaned and buried his head in his hands on the table. "Shit." he moaned aloud. 

He heard a tsk from Hoseok and then a clap on his back. "Well, you better get yourself checked first thing tomorrow." 

"I can't be late to work tomorrow." Of all days... not tomorrow.

"Yeah, you're going to the doctors, even if I have to drag you there, Jimin," Jin only let out in a no-nonsense kind of tone. Oh, bloody nuthole, how did he get himself into that? 

Slowly he raised his head and sat back, running his hands through his hair. "Fine," he ground out, seeing sense even as he hated the thought of being late to work. 

"So," Hoseok asked, eyeing him curiously and with a half smile. "You regret last night then?"

Jimin snorted and didn't hesitate one second. "Fuck no." 

Both boys laughed and Jimin immediately felt better. They always had the ability to lighten his mood, no matter what. But...

"Where's my brother?"Yeah... where was his little, slightly annoying but super adorable kid brother? Usually he would be the first to greet him. 

"Oh. Tae is having breakfast with your parents." Jin announced and Jimin wanted to smack himself. Of course... Sunday breakfast with the family. Tae went there every Sunday while Jimin hadn't attended it in years. 

Taehyung wasn't his brother by blood, but even as stepbrothers, they were as close as real ones. 

Jimin had had a rather rough start in life. His father left both him and his mother when he was three, running of with some foreign girl to England and forgetting all about the family he started. He didn't remember him, and had no intention of mourning for a person who obviously never gave a shit about him. Still. Having a father would have been nice. And then voilà, his mother got remarried. Only that that man had no intentions of being a father to him either. 

Tae's father was a great dad... just not to him. Maybe it was the fact that he looked so much like his biological father, who, despite getting remarried, his mother had never really gotten over properly.  Or maybe it was the more obvious elephant in the room, which was that he was gay. His stepfather never said it out loud, but Jimin knew he disliked and repelled the idea of Jimin sleeping with other men. 

And then not only had Jimin gotten Tae a job in a model-agency, which went against every plan his dad had for his son, but Taehyung also decided to move in with Jimin and the others. 

And he couldn't even blame him for hating Jimin even more. 

His son was living under the roof with a gay, man-whore of a stepbrother, a pansexual who loved the world and fucked everything walking on two legs and had a brain. Well... he glanced over to Hoseok and grinned on the inside. Not so sure about the brain part. Oh, yeah, and the bisexual eating the last of his sandwich now. Jin might not sleep around as much as Jimin and Hoseok did, but he wasn't a saint either.  The only reason he kept his dick in his pants most of the time, was the delusional relationship he led with his internet boyfriend he never even met. 

They really were a rainbow household. And even though Tae was straight, he liked to point out he would be open for... experiments. No doubt influenced by Jimin's and his friends sacrilegious lifestyle. 

So yeah... he and his stepfather weren't on the best of terms. And though he tried to visit his mother every month or so, with work and sleeping around, he really didn't have much time. 

"All right," Jimin sighed and got up, wincing in pain. "I'm gonna get a shower and then not move for the rest of the day."

Two more chuckles followed as he made his way to his room, definitely not walking straight. And he still meant what he said. He regretted last night not a single bit. 

***

Tae didn't even make it through the front door before Jin and Hoseok had told him all about Jimin latest conquest and he wasn't even half surprised to see his brother come into his room with a hot soup and a wicked grin. "I heard someone had a rough night." 

Jimin lay in bed and put his phone down, grinning at Tae as the younger sat on the edge of his bed and handed him the steaming bowl. "Thought you might want something light. I'm sure you had enough hard parts in you last night." 

Jimin choked and slapped him. "Who taught you to talk so dirty, hmm?"

Tae grinned, wide and naughty. "You guys did." 

Yeah... he definitely wasn't the best role model for his kid brother, but he still chuckled. "Well, thanks for the soup. How was breakfast?"

Tae huffed and shuffled to the edge of the bed that rested against the wall, leaning on it with a huff. "As usual. Dad tried to get me to go study and quit my job again and when I refused, he went on and on about how I should move out and get my own place."

"He might be right. We're definitely corrupting you." 

"You're also my best friends and I love it here. So no way in hell you'll get me outta here! You'll have to drag me out screaming and trashing!"Jimin smiled and leaned forward to ruffle his hair. God's he was cute with that boxy smile, blond, fluffy hair and big, innocent eyes.

"We would never want you to leave, TaeTae." 

Tae's boxy smile made an appearance, then followed by a naughty grin as he nudged his elbow in Jimin's stomach. "So, you gonna meet mister stranger from last night again?"

Jimin snorted. "When have I ever met one of my one night stands again?""But... he was good, wasn't he?" he asked with glittering eyes and Jimin rolled his eyes. "Yeah, he was good, but you know I don't do the romance and relationship stuff." 

Tae's smile slipped off his face, followed by a deep sigh. "You should try, ChimChim or you'll end up all alone one day. And I don't like the thought of you being alone."

Jimin tried not to show his emotions on his face. Yeah... he would end up alone if he continued down this path. But he had no idea how to stop. Maybe it was his dad leaving him, or his mother finding another man and kinda forgetting about him. Or perhaps it were his failed relationships from the past. He had no idea why he was so afraid to commit. And yes, a big part of him was scared he would one day wake up old and alone. 

But he said none of those things. "I always have you," he answered instead. 

"You know what I mean, Jimin. Don't avoid the topic." "But I'm so good at avoiding topics!"

Tae chuckled, but his smile didn't reach his eyes."One day, big brother, you will meet someone who doesn't let you run away."

"Not sure. I'm hella fast. They have to catch me first," Jimin deadpanned. 

Tae finally let out a real laugh. "Jeez, you really are good at avoiding topics.""Told ya," he said with a wink. 

They both shared a laugh and then grew quiet again. "So... you're not going to see him again?"

Jimin thought back to the boy from last night. He had been ridiculously perfect...

"No. I don't even know his name, Tae. And I have my hands busy with work anyway." 

Tae groaned loud and annoyed."You and work. Seriously. Life is not all about work!"

Wrong. Jimin's life was. Work and sleeping with strangers on the weekend. 

"What's so wrong about being ambitious?""Nothing. Just that you're also obsessed with it. It's okay to take it slow once in a while." 

Jimin rolled his eyes as he slurped his soup. "Not sure slow is in my vocabulary." 

Tae sighed, loud and long."Guess not." Was his only response, then started telling Jimin all about his day and about the model-film he would shoot next week. 

Jimin relaxed and ate his soup, but his brother's words didn't want to disappear just yet. About one day being alone. About someone who would be able to hold him and not let him go. About taking it slow. Jimin knew he couldn't. Knew that he would give his all again and again and make it to the top of his company, just like he always dreamed. His job was everything to him. Maybe- just maybe, because he really didn't have anything else. 

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