jung hoseok's butt dimples

As a single parent, Hoseok is always concerned.

He had given the young babysitter a call earlier that day, requesting Jimin come over to watch Hyosang for the afternoon (since his co-worker thought that day would be an amazing moment for Hoseok to repent for the day he missed work).

"I'm sorry Jimin, I know it's short notice and feel free to decline I know you have a life but they just called me in and Seokjin won't be available for another couple hours and-" Far too focused on explaining the situation he didn't notice Jimin's several attempts to interject before a loud 'Hyung' was belted through the phone.

"It's okay, really, this is my job." Hoseok sighs, the guilt easing off his ass a little bit, "I can be there in an hour, is that okay?"

"Yes, yes that's perfect I should be leaving by the time you arrive so that's perfect." At this, Hoseok began to shed his pajamas whilst he made his way to his bedroom closet, searching for his work uniform.

"Alright, see you soon, Hyung." Hoseok mimics a similar regard, before hitting the end button on his phone, his brain on autopilot in order to be ready for work on time.

Hyosang sat in the living room, enjoying his game of 'how many times can he smash his dinosaur and car toys together before one of breaks' (from what Hoseok can remember Hyosang told him dino's are 5-2 with cars), occasionally sparing a glance towards his dad pacing back and forth between the main bathroom and his room.

"Papa? Where ya' goin'?" Hoseok stopped his pacing and detoured to his son and the array of toys spread around the carpet, he was extra careful of where to step, not wanting to destroy his son's toys (plus a triceratops in the ball of his foot is the exact definition of hell on earth).

"I gotta go to work kiddo," Hyosang's face fell a little at this, the corners of his mouth turned downwards for a split second, then the frown was gone just as quick as it came, Hyosang's inherited dimples showing as he bounced on his toes in excitement.

"Does that mean Chimchim is coming!?"

Albeit a little taken aback by his son's enthusiasm about the orange-haired babysitter, he chuckled, bringing a hand up to tussles his son's hair in confirmation.

"Yup, he's on his way right now."

Hoseok swore he saw Hyosang's eyes bulge out of their sockets with a loud and over-dramatic gasp before fumbling around to pick up his toys.

"Huh..." he huffs to himself, putting his hands on his hips, watching his son quickly shuffle back to his room with some of his toys in hand.

"There's a first for everything." He mumbles to himself throwing his hands up and returning to the master bathroom to finish getting ready, leaving Hyosang to clean up his mess and whatever else he was plotting (Hoseok should've probably checked on him, but he was content knowing that Hyosang was cleaning up his toys without fussing).

After brushing his teeth, and pushing his hair out of his face in a professional (but still lazy since he didn't put any product in it because who has time for that, not Jung Hoseok that's who) manner, the doorbell chimed.

Before Hoseok could even step out of the bathroom Hyosang tumbled down the hallway screaming a brief " I got it!" whilst unlocking the front door for his afore-mentioned babysitter.

Hoseok chuckled with a shake of his head, grabbing his suit blazer and exiting the bathroom to greet Jimin.

"Chimchim!" Hyosang screeched before tackling the elder's thighs in the best hug his little arms could manage, Jimin's airy giggle was the first to greet Hoseok's ears before he could actually see him enter the house, kicking the front door behind him shut while returning Hyosang's hug.     

Jimin stood straight again and was greeted by a sight that made the blood in his ears run laps, tinging the cartilage a soft red color. Never in a thousand year would Jimin have expected to see his "boss" dressed in a suit with a crisp white button up tucked into the black slacks, and belt with a gold buckle securing the waist of the slacks a little above Hoseok's hips.

Jimin stuttered out a few syllables as Hoseok took several strides closer with a warming smile spread across his lips, making his blood pressure jump a couple more notches.

"Thank you so, so, so much for coming on such short notice. I really appreciate it..." Hoseok glanced down at a more than giddy Hyosang clinging to Jimin's calf screeching and giggling with joy. "I'm sure he's pretty excited about it too." Jimin offered another small snicker at Hoseok's remark, deciding to ignore how close Hoseok was, and the lovely whiff of a tasteful amount of cologne on Hoseok's person.

"It's really no problem hyung, I'm sure we will have plenty of fun while you're off at work, right Hyo?" His quick and affirmative nod gave Hoseok a little comfort towards leaving Hyosang alone with Jimin. He glanced at the watch on his wrist, cursing under his breath whilst turning on his heel to grab his keys and cellphone off the kitchen island counter, Jimin (although a bit delayed due to the 5 year old wrapped around his leg) followed the elder in a hobbling pursuit to the kitchen.

"So Hyo needs to wash up before bedtime, which is at about 8 o'clock, no later than that." Hoseok scans the kitchen quickly, reaching for a sticky note and pen, writing down his following instructions.

Jimin listened, but not as much as he would like to say considering that he began to get lost in the way Hoseok's fingers wrapped firmly around the pen, his other hand splayed out flat, allowing Jimin to completely drink up the length of the elder's fingers. He suddenly wondered how his hand would feel smacking Jimin's bare-

"Oh!" Snapping back into the reality of his situation, Jimin watched Hoseok reach for the bar counter facing out towards the living room, plucking a large pop-out children's book from between the wall and vase perched on the counter.

"This is his favorite bedtime story, and his nightlight is in my nightstand drawer. He can't sleep without it." With that final tidbit Hoseok made his way towards the front door, scooping his car keys from the bowl of miscellaneous items that ever household has. Hoseok slipped his shoes on and called for Hyosang, the toddler begrudgingly letting go of Jimin's leg and pattering his way to the front door.

Again, Jimin followed the masses and caught Hoseok kneeling down to his son, placing a chaste kiss on his forehead before ruffling his hair, whispering a "be good" to which Hyosang gave one aggressive (but affirmative) nod.

He bid Jimin another thousand thank you's and apologies for the short notice call, playfully warning the boys while standing in the front door hallway, giving them a cautionary "behave" in a more serious tone than Jimin had heard from the elder ( it honestly caught him off guard). He counted his blessings that Hyosang barked a goodbye at his father while Hoseok closed the door behind him, (hopefully) not noting the warmth that filled Jimin's face at his warning.

Hyosang then clambered onto the couch and perched himself by the window, his elbows rested on the back of the couch, waiting to watch his father’s car pull out of the apartments parking garage.

"Should I call?"

"Are you really doing this again?"

"I don't want to be that parent but-"

"Then don't be that parent, Hoseok."

Hoseok groaned into his hands, dropping his phone on the conference table, Yoongi patted his shoulder stiffly to offer some sort of consolidation.

The conference with the CEO's of Bang Inc. just ripped off Hoseok's ass and spoon-fed it him, but he was confident in his abilities to land the deal with this company, turning them from rival to business partners.

He thanked each board member that attended the conference, and shook their hands while they made their way towards the exit, accepting compliments and briefly discussing business plans until the audience dissipated into nothing but him and his best friend Yoongi.

He plopped into the nearest chair and stared at his phone for a solid 5 minutes before running a tense hand through his semi-neatly parted hair

"Listen, you have another 3 hours until you're off. If you’re that worried this kid murdered Hyosang and set your house on fire, shoot him a text."

Yoongi sat parallel to Hoseok, his feet kicked up on the conference table in a casual manner. Having been friends since 8th grade, Yoongi had seen Hoseok's several ups, downs, and everything in between, so when Hoseok's shit hits the fan Yoongi is the first to scrape the remnants of Hoseok off the walls and put him back together.

Hoseok shifted to sit on the edge of his chair instead of reclining like his counterpart, and picked up his phone again selecting the existing thread with the only contact that has a baby emoji next to it (that damn emoji still pisses him off in his weakest moments).

There is a brief pause as Hoseok's fingers hover over his screen.

"What do I say?"

"Oh my fucking god."

Although Hoseok continued to worry his way through the final 3 hours of work, he was more than relieved when the clock strikes 9:30pm. He packed up his work material for another upcoming conference, and shrugged on his coat with several pops coming from his back thanks to all the hunching he did when typing up his status report.

Whilst Hoseok made his way to the parking lot he pulled his phone out of his pocket to send a quick "on my way home" text to Jimin, then slid the device back into his coat pocket.

He yawns while making his way back to his car, too worn out from that day's work to acknowledge the creeping shadow behind him until he sees the silhouette of a person in the distorted reflection of his car's windows. Hoseok had always had a weak heart, so it's no surprise when he jumps ten-feet in the air, getting on his hands and knees begging not to be murdered.

"Please! Please! Take the car, take my money! I have a son, please don't kill me!"

Hoseok had thrown his hands up to shield his face and clenched his eyes shut awaiting the ass-beating of his life time but is only met with several beats of silence.

Very slowly he peeked one eye open, and was greeted by rather sleepy and impatient looking Yoongi pacing around the front of his car and climbing into the passenger seat.

A little dumbstruck, Hoseok opens his other eye, dropping his hands and entering the driver side door, ducking a little to get a good look at Yoongi's exhausted expression.

"What are you doing?"

"It's Friday, stupid. I always come over after work on friday."

Hoseok palmed his face for the nth time and dragged it downward with a deep huff, he forgot Yoongi liked to crash at his house during the weekend. Usually Hoseok leaves for work for the day, and Yoongi stays to watch Hyosang.

"It's just more convenient now that you're here and can drive me. Never trusted that whole uBer thing."

Yoongi's eyes are struggling to stay wide and tentative ( which must have been hard since Yoongi already has very droopy, slanted eyes in comparison to the Average Joe). The latter gives his own huff, in annoyance, flicking his wrist in Hoseok's direction as disregard any worry scribbled painfully across Hoseok's usually bright features.

"Don't worry." Yoongi says mid-yawn, catching Hoseok's attention. "I won't scare away your boy toy baby sitter."

"He's not my boy toy." Hoseok reprimands, getting into the car and putting the keys in the ignition, pulling out of his parking spot as quickly as possible.

"Whatever you say, just don't look so lovestruck when you walk in. "

As much as Hoseok didn't want to let Yoongi's teasing phase him, the blood filling the apples of his cheeks betrayed him, Yoongi chuckled deep in the back of his throat, then directed a more than suggestive wink toward the other.

"Makes your smitten' super obvious."

With his pride on the line, Hoseok merely rolled his eyes at the crude comments then kept focused on the road, possibly even passing a few red lights just to get home as quickly as possible.

When Jimin woke up, he put himself in a little disoriented panic.

Unfamiliar with the dark blue wallpaper, shelves full of action figures and other miscellaneous toys, a Ryan nightlight dimly illuminating the room enough for the toddler beside him to continue to drift away into his dream comfortably (which Jimin could assume was a pretty intense dream since Hyosang was drooling and jabbing Jimin in the thigh every so often with his feet).

He sat up slowly, letting Hyosang slide off his arm and onto his pillow, keeping his movements slow and gentle as to not wake up the small boy.

Once he was off the younger's bed, he tiptoed out of the room and successfully closed the door with nothing but a subtle click, followed by a sigh of relief from the sitter. Jimin made his way back to the living room, spotting his phone that lit up with a notification banner on the lockscreen. He read Hoseok's message with a soft smile and replied with an okay and thumbs up emoji. He then decided to busy himself until Hoseok returned by picking up the scattered toys throughout the main floor of the house.

Throughout the day, Jimin familiarized himself with the house quite a bit since Hyosang insisted on a game of hide and seek.  At some point in the game he had found himself in Hoseok's room, the room consisting of a king sized bed, a closet, night stand, and extra bathroom. The room was surprisingly a simple scheme, but Jimin figured as a single father he didn’t really have time to interior decorate. The air of the room still had a muted presence of the cologne he had smelled on Hoseok earlier, he took the chance to inhale it deeply, the color returning to the tips of his pierced ears.

Putting the last plastic dinosaur in its respective place, Jimin wandered back to Hoseok's room, checking his phone on the way. He'd only be in there for a second, he thought to himself, pushing the bedroom door open and taking a few cautious steps in as if he were a teenager sneaking back into the house after curfew.

If Jimin were to be honest, his attraction towards Hoseok was almost immediate upon meeting him. From the way he interacted with his son to the way high pitched laugh that he (admittedly) had only heard once but wouldn't think twice about being able to hear it again.

(Taehyung believes Jimin gets whipped too fast, but Jimin likes to think he can find the good in everyone.)

Hoseok was more than relieved to enter his home, which was peacefully quiet and spotlessly clean, the bubbly babysitter nowhere in sight. After Yoongi dragged his feet through the doorway, toeing off his shoes and snatching Hoseok’s (far too big) house slippers, he slowly shuffled his way to the other’s bedroom as if he owned the place.

With a roll of his eyes, Hoseok sent Yoongi a look of disregard, shucking off his jacket and placed it along with his key on the bar counter, his first destination: Hyosang’s room.  

Much to his surprise Hyosang was knocked out cold, shifting in his sleep when the hallway lights spilled into his dimly light room. Hoseok kneeled beside the small bed, tracing over his son’s cheek with a light thumb before placing a gentle kiss on the toddler’s forehead. A smile graced his lips, as he wactehd  his son’s chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm, as chaotic as having a child is, he never thought of a life without Hyosang's giggles filling his home and his heart.

A high pitched squeal followed by a thump made Hoseok's skin jump, Hyosang whimpering beside him and turning on his side before settling back down. Giving his son one last loving glance, Hoseok got to his feet to investigate what the sound had come from and where it was.

Slowly removing his nose from the small square of fabric with a soft sigh, a scoff followed it, a scoff that did not belong to Jimin. The sound made him drop the pillow, taking one step backwards before his knees buckled underneath him and Jimin dropped with a hard thud.

He was done for, Hoseok caught him sniffing his pillow for god sakes, he can kiss the man's beautiful ass goodbye when Hoseok kicks out of the house and fires him on the spot.

' God damn it Jimin', he thought to himself, 'would it hurt to think things through once in a while, less action more thinking you moron.'

"Didn't peg you as the perverted type."

The voice was much deeper and gravelier (is that word?) than Hoseok's, a bit heavy with fatigue but contained a lilt of interest as he prodded at Jimin about what they had just caught him doing.

A figure, not that much taller than Jimin himself, stood in the doorway watching Jimin basically huff a throw pillow that was precariously placed on Hoseok's bed. His dark fringe casted a shadow over already deep set eyes, his gaze piercing through Jimin's fragile soul, a shiver ran up his spine. He wore a similar suit to the one he saw Hoseok leave in earlier today, the button of the blazer undone and tie left undone, hanging around a pale slender neck. The dark colors the man wore contrasted beautifully to his pale skin, little to no hue of color in the man's seemingly flawless skin.

If someone had told Jimin how many attractive guys he was bound to find in this line of work he would have started babysitting in high school.

"Are you gonna sit there all day and oggle me like a horny school boy or are you gonna get up and explain your self, perv."

Jimin only uttered a couple jumbled words, blood pumping so loudly in his ears he didn't hear Hoseok approaching until the mystery man turned his head towards the hallway and offered a grunt in greeting.

"What's going on?" The question mainly directed towards the mystery man, his eyes darting to Jimin's frazzled frame and he sighed with a little frustration.

"Yoongi, I thought you said you wouldn't scare him."

Hoseok extends his hand to the fallen babysitter, Jimin accepts the help ( and definitely doesn't hold on to Hoseok's hand a couple seconds longer after he was on his feet). The man Jimin can safely assume is named Yoongi simply shrugs nonchalantly with a slow blink.

"Not my fault he was snooping around and huffing your shit."

Jimin tensed, the blood visibly collecting in his cheeks turning him into a roundest (and squishiest) looking tomato Yoongi has ever seen, thankfully Hoseok doesn't pay it any heed, rolling his eyes at Yoongi for the nth time.

"Yeah, yeah. Real funny, Yoongi-hyung."

Yoongi raised a brow at Hoseok's endearment, Jimin a little shocked when the honorific was used, meaning the so called Yoongi was older than Hoseok.

Hoseok returns his attention to Jimin, “How did it go over here?”

Jimin almost forgot Hoseok had a kid with how overwhelmed he was with the (painfully attractive) presence of both males.

"U-Um no troubles. Hyo was u-uh, quite the treat and-" Jimin pauses his eyes continuously flickering between Hoseok's soft welcoming features, and the nerve-wracking stare Yoongi was giving him.

"C-Could you please get him to stop staring at m-me."

"Yoongi." Hoseok demanded in a harsh bark that made Jimin's skin tingle.

"What?" Yoongi shifts his footing so he was able to comfortably lean against the door frame, "He may be a perv, but I know good ass when I see it." The corner of his mouth quirking ever so slightly, sending Jimin rather mischievous (-ly sexy) vibes

Jimin suddenly couldn't breathe.

"Yoongi!" The raven was met with both boys looking at him as if they were just caught in the headlights, flushing bright reds.

"I-I think I-I'm just gonna uh, go."

Jimin dismisses himself, quickening his pace when he slipped past Yoongi's frame blocking most of the door. which of course lead to their legs skimming which only made Jimin gather his things even faster with his eyes glued to the ground.

Hoseok follows Jimin to the front door once all his belongings were gathered, offering an apologetic smile to the smaller boy.

"I'm sorry about him, Jimin." He scratches the back of his necks bashfully, still a little miffed about Yoongi's earlier statement, "I really do appreciate you watching Hyo tonight."

"It really wasn't a problem Hyung."

"Text me when you get home, so I know you made it safe, yeah?"

The bashful grin was replaced with a full blown bright smile, that Jimin was quick to match (albiet not as wide and genuine as Hoseok's).

"Yeah, I-I'll see you later hyung."

Just as Jimin closed the door, Hoseok slowly paced himself into the kitchen sat back down at the island in a daze. Yoongi following suit to pour himself and his poor whipped friend a drink.

"You're making that lovestruck face again, Hoseok."

“You just harassed my babysitter.”

“I think you mean, enticed.”

Hoseok’s head fell into his hands and his elbows dug into the wood of the counter, a sigh escaping him as images of Jimin smiling flashed through his mind.

In his head he blamed Yoongi for everything.

a/n; chapter four is currently in the works ya’ll so hopefully we will be able to update more consistently.