#bts4

Author’s note: Again, this is out of my rough draft. Sorry this took a while to update, but i have writer’s block. Sorry for errors.

Genre: Angst? i have no idea for this.

Word count: 3514

Summary: Y/n’s healing process isn’t going as smoothly as it should

ALL PARTS

It had been a week since Jin’s attack and you were still in pain. On top of it all you were suffocated by the presence of Suga and the maknaes, Jhope only popping in sporadically for a few second. You hated them being around you. They never let you do anything on your own. Not to mention the ugly guilt you felt when Jimin, Jungkook, and Suga surrounded you all in the same time. It was in those moments you were relieved you were in too much pain to speak.

Currently you were in your bed. V sat besides you, aiding you in the process of icing your face. He was the only one you weren’t annoyed by.He was the only person that you genuinely allowed to look after you.This night, like every night, he held an ice pack to one of your cheeks while you held one to your other cheek (the side being for the arm you could actually move comfortably). You let him talk about the day and you just listened away, letting a few words come out here and there before the two of you went to bed. This was more or less the average evening at this point, considering that Jimin and V technically switched beds until V felt Jin was finally over the whole Jinjin thing.

You looked up at V who looked down at you as his lecture about you not taking Jhope’s pills anymore turned into a small anecdote about that morning’s practice.

“Pills?” you asked suddenly just to joke with him.

“How many times do I have to say no!” V replied with a half serious tone.

“…Pills?” you giggle mischievously

“Ya! Now you’re starting to sound like Hoseok!” he chuckled. “But you aren’t serious are you? You aren’t hurting that bad right now right?” he double checked

You shook your head. “just joking” you said softly through the ice packets held to your cheeks. “…You’re sleeping in here again right?” you mumbled

“Yup.”

“Yay.”

He smiled down at you. “Ok, these ice packs are just bags of water now. Let me go get more ice and we’ll use it for your rib this time.”

He sat up and his footsteps left the room. But, you heard another pair come in. “How are you feeling now?” Jimin’s soft voice asked.

It wasn’t until he came into your field of view that you decided to answer him (which you quickly regretted because you always felt so bad every time he looked at you with his mochi face). You shrugged. “Same.”

“Tae said you were mad that you can’t even wear a bra right now. Is that true?”

You nodded with a chuckle of embarrassment, sometimes V really can’t keep his mouth shut.

Jimin let out a smile, finally seeing something that wasn’t a frown on your face. “Yeah, he said that it hurts for you when you move your arms too much. Also that Minho said not to cuz it might hurt really bad. But I thought girls hated wearing them anyway? I would have thought that would be an upside to this.”

“It is, but it isn’t” you managed to get out.

There was a knock at the door, preventing Jimin from starting his next sentence. “Hey y/n.” Jungkook called out. “How are you feeling?”

“Dude I literally just asked her that like ten seconds ago.” Jimin scoffed.

“DuDe, I LitEralLy JusT gOt HeRe!” Jungkook whined back, mocking Jimin’s higher voice. Then he moved over right to you, going past Jimin and sitting wehre V was previously. “So how are you feeling?” he asked again, with a sweeter tone. The way he was looking at you, so lovingly, you couldn’t take it.

“Bro, she’s the same as usual!” Jimin answered for you. “And stop beimg so annoying and give her some room to freaking breath.” He grunted as he dragged Jungkook’s larger frame away from you, revealing his hidden jealously at the maknae’s attention to you.

Jungkook laughed at Jimin’s “antics”. “Chill you little guard dog! I just got better from my concussion, are you trying to give me another one?”

“Yes, cuz that’s what you get for being so annoying. And I’m not a dog!” he barked

“Whatever! And you might think I’m annoying, but Y/n doesn’t think so! Right Y/n?” Jungkook asked.

“Hey Y/n.” Suga’s voice broke past the Maknae’s bickering. It wasn’t long until he was in your field of view also. “Your bruises look better.” He said upon quick inspection. He, like Jungkook, had that soft loving gaze as he looked at you. His was more comforting, but still as uninvited as Jungkook’s, especially because Jungkook was right next to him.

And like magic, that ugly feeling within you was back. All the guilt felt like it was eating away at you. All three boys were just being nice to you, caring for you as their friend, as someone they loved. And what were you doing? Keeping something from each of them, lying to them. you know, casually betraying them all.

“Guys don’t crowd around her like that!” V’s booming voice meant he was finally back in the room.

“Thank fucking goodness” you thought.

Soon V was by your side, armed with the new ice pack. “Time to ice your rib!”

You shifted a bit as you pulled your blanket down and V’s hand moved to lift your sweater.

“Hey! Don’t lift it too high!” Suga yapped and instinctively smacked V. “You said earlier that she doesn’t have a bra! You can’t just lift up her sweater like that! What’s wrong with you!” the more he spoke, the angrier he was getting.

“Yeah don’t fucking do that!” Jungkook added, just as angry as Suga. In the heat of his own moment, he pushed V’s hands away from you.

“I wasn’t! Gosh!” V cried out.

Jungkook then shoved V to the side. “Look, just let me do it.”

“No, I’ll do it!” Suga declared as he rushed over. He took Jungkook’s tactic against him and shoved the youngest to the side, without any success.

This move only made Jungkook more pissy and the two went at it, trying to pry the other away from you.

“Just let me do it!” V argued.

“No!” they both said.

“Guys! Just let him!” Jimin said.

“Stop!” you did in your best attempt to be as assertive as you could, before one of them hurt you by accident. Doing so did put a strain on your lungs and pain shot through your chest. You couldn’t help but wince after.

Immediately all four boys stopped and seperated themselves.

“Tae, forget the ice. My chest hurts, can you get me some Tylenol or something?” you said in a much softer, tired, annoyed and most of all in pain tone.

“Yeah. Just let me get you up and I’ll go back to the kitchen.” He brought his hand out to you and slowly guided you to where you were able to sit up “comfortably”

It was then that you were able to see Jhope standing in the hallway. With this drama that just went down, he was as site for sore eyes. “Hey, hobi.” You smiled a weak smile.

“Hey, y/n.” he peeped, with an awkward wave of his hand. Unlike the other boys, he didn’t step into the room. He just stayed in the hall. “I was gonna come in, but it looks like you got a full room.”

“You can still come one.” You offered. You hadn’t really talked to him lately, so it would be nice to chat before bed, plus he would be another buffer for you against the three annoying ones, while V was out of the room.

His eyes shifted over to the swarm next that huddled besides you. “…Nah, I might as well get ready for bed now. Night!”

“Night.” You said as you saw him walk away.

“Why’s he been acting weirder than usual lately.” Jimin asked under his breathe.

“Right! I thought I was the only one that noticed that!” Jungkook commented.

Suga and V exchanged looks to one another, before V stepped out of the room. Thankfully, V wasn’t gone too long. Now he seemed to learned that it was best not to leave you alone with the three boys. He was back with the two pills and a glass of water. After you took the medicine, he guided you back down (with no fighting from the others).

“So how are you feeling now?” Suga asked just as your head hit the pillow.

“Can you all stop asking me that?!?” You couldn’t help but whine.  It was the third time in the past twenty minutes that you were asked that question, as if they haven’t already been asking you that ten times a day for the past week.

Again with your harsh tone, they all fell silent.

“…Hey...” V’s hand gently nudged your shoulder. “You know Mr. Perfect over here fell on set today.” V giggled as he pointed over to Jungkook.

Suddenly Suga and Jimin began to giggle as well.

“Shut up!” Jungkook groaned.

“Y/n, you should have been there!” Jimin snickered. “He was walking all hot and shit and staring all deep into the camera, but then he didn’t see the huge  tree stump prop, and he tripped!” he broke into laughter. “A-a-and his face fell right into the little puddle!” Jimin was laughing so hard at this point, not a sound was coming out of him.

V too was laughing so hard that he was hunched over, holding his stomach,

“W-when the footage is ready, I’ll find the clip and show you!” Suga said as his laugh began to fade.

“Like hell you are! I’ll make sure she doesn’t see it!” Jungkook pouted.

“Well, I’ll see it when I can laugh and not feel like I’m suffocating.” Despite their attempts to lighten the mood, nothing was going to get you out of the frustrate zone you were in.

“Don’t worry about that y/n. You are healing fast!” V’s voice was so cheerful. “Your face bruises are green now so that means they are almost healed. And then Minho said that your rib should be healed in like a month.”

“Still too long”

“No it isn’t, It’ll be here before you know it. but I’ll wait on you hand and foot till then.” He said with his boxy smile.

“Me too!” Jungkook and Suga said at the same time… to then glare at each other.

“Me three!” Jimin chimed in, taking notice of the tension between Suga and Jungkook.

“Ayo, numbnuts, Yoongi get out!” Rap monster’s voice broke into the room.

You couldn’t help but flinch at his voice. Since he wasn’t referring to you, you didn’t look over at him. A part of you hoped that if you stayed still, he wouldn’t notice you.

“My name isn’t numbnuts!” Jungkook growled as he and Suga left the room.

Rap monster completely ignored Jungkook’s comment. His attention went overt to the two remaining boys instead, “Which one of you is staying in here?”

“I am.” V said. “Jin is still pissed.”

“Ok, Jimin, go to V’s room again.” Rap monster ordered.

Jimin did as told.

“Tae, don’t forget we have to be up early tomorrow.” Rap monster reminded. Sparing no attention to you, he just locked the door for the night.

“…So you good… or do you want to actually use what’s left of the ice now?” V offered.

You shook your head at him. “Sleep is good for now.” you mumbled. “It’s the only escape I have left.” You thought.

“Ok then.” He yawned as he picked himself off the floor. “Night y/n! sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite!” he recited as he tucked himself into Jimin’s bed.

“Night, sweet dreams!”

SUGA POV

He had his body deep in the fridge as he collected his bottles for the night. “I haven’t had a drink in three days. That’s my longest sober streak. I deserve a cheat day.” he told himself

With an armful of bottles, he made his way to his room. However, he stopped when he noticed someone in the corner of his eye. He turned to his left to see Jhope staring at him with disappointment.

“What are you looking at?” Finally after days of a silent treatment, that was the first thing he said to Jhope.

‘Are you really going to drink all that?’

“Are you really going to swallow that whole bottle?” he spat right back, pointing to the bottle Jhope held in his hand

Jhope quickly hid the white bottle behind his back. “…So how was y/n?” He had the courage to ask, mostly to change the subject. He knew Suga can’t keep his mouth shut when it comes to y/n.

“If you want to know, you should have talked to her.” The bottles were getting heavy so he went over the the counter and put them down for the time being.

“How could I?!? You are with her every time. Whenever I go in, you just stare me down until I leave! When I do have a chance to talk to her, she is in too much pain!”

“Well she doesn’t talk to you anymore than she does to me.” Saying that out loud hurt more than he thought it would. This whole time he thought after everything that happened over the tour, he being quiet with them  was over, but this continued silence, even though for a different reason, hurt just as much.

“Do you think that she doesn’t talk as much… is not only cuz it hurts to talk… but maybe cuz she us mad at us again?” Jhope asked out of paranoia. “you know, for not being around when it happened?”

The answer Suga wanted to tell him was “no”. Logically, it didn’t make sense for her to be mad at them. However, in the back of his head, the same thought had been coming up over and over. “Um… honestly I don’t know. I’m kinda running on the possibly she is only too tired to talk right now. You know?”

Jhope only nodded. “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see”

“Yup”

“…I’m gonna go drink now.” the bottle clacked as he gathered them.

“Um, Yoonig?” Jhope peeped.

“What?” he groaned, just wanting to get drunk already.

“Are we good now?” Suga craned his neck, pretending to think everything over. “Um, yeah… But from now on, we just gotta make sure we are there for her. I can’t lose her again.”

JIMIN POV

He settled himself In V’s bed for yet another night. He tired his very hardest to get to sleep, but he couldn’t. He wasn’t able to get his brain to stop replaying what happened in his room earlier. He couldn’t stop thinking about the bickering between Jungkook and Suga, how insist Jungkook was on doting on y/n, on how Jungkook was staring at y/n.

“Fuck! Why can’t I stop thinking about Jungokok?!?” he sat up in the bed with frustration. “Why can’t I at least just focus on Y/n? Everyone else is! It’s not all about me! Why am I being so selfish in my own head?”

Again in an attempt to sleep, his threw his head into the pile of pillows. That attempt was a fail as well. No matter how much he tossed and turned, he couldn’t sleep.

“I’m not going to get over this until I talk to him” he concluded.

Jimin dragged himself off the bed and down the hall to Jungkook;s room. He knew Jungkook would still be up, most likely playing video games, so he just let himself in.

“Bro! What the fuck!” Jungkook shirked as the door opened. He recoiled awkwardly and covered his bare upper body with his t-shirt.

“Oh sorry. I thought you were like playing video games… I didn’t think you would be out of the shower” Jimin apologized, taking notice of Jungkook’s wet hair.

“Dude, you can fucking knock on the door you know!”  Jungkook huffed as he put his shirt on

Meanwhile, Jimin flung himself into Jungkook’s abed and let the sheet engulf him. “it’s still not fair you get a super big bed.”

“Just buy yourself a bigger one. Duh!”

“If I do, there isn’t a lot of space for me and Y/n!” he retorted.

“true” Jungkook said as he sat down in his gaming chair. “So what are you doing here anyway? Did you just come to peep on me and steal my bed?”

“Yes!”

Jungkook laughed, his bunny smile making Jimin blush.

“But nah, I just came to talk.” Jimin said more seriously.

“About?”

“Y/n mostly

Jungkook fidgeted in his seat.  “W-what exactly about?” he asked almost nervously.

“Do you think she’s gonna go into a depression over this… like another one?”

Jungkook let out a deep breath. “I would hope not…”

“Cuz like is it just me or is she like super distant?”

“She is! I thought I was the only one!”

Jimin propped his head on his arm. “Like I feel I can barely get a sentence out of her! She won’t even look me in the eye most of the time.”

“Yeah… I don’t know, like, I know it is probably like painful to physically talk still… but to me it feels she’s been like this since we got back from the tour.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, everything was fine- well not fine, but you get what I mean. Things were normal until Bangkok.That’s when I noticed her being more distant.”

“Why then? Did something happen?”

“I don’t know. The last nighti n Bangkok, we were about to - we were… we were talking! I can’t remember but I think we were like talking.” Jungkook’s voice settled down after that little roller coaster. “But then Yoongi showed up in the middle of it, wanting to talk to to her. She agreed and they went to his room to talk. When she came back, she was just a bit different. We didn’t even finished talking, she just wanted to sleep.”

“What did they talk about?”

“I have no idea, she wouldn’t tell me.”

“So that’s why you were all over Yoongi earlier?”

“Yeeeah… I don’t know, I’m just a bit pissed. He thinks he can just come back and “take care” of her, but I don’t believe his bullshit! During the whole tour I was the only one there for her-“

“We.” Jimin corrected.

“What?”

“We were the only ones there for her.”

“Yeah, we were there for her and I don’t like that she is gonna be getting her hopes up with those two. I know they are going to let her down again, it’s just a matter of time. But I don’t know, part of me also thinks she is mad specifically at me.” Jungkook frowned.

“Why?”

“…The stupid proposal.” He moped. “We haven’t talked about it at all! I haven’t explained to her, why I didn’t warn her about the proposal! And then on top of that, I feel I let her down by not protecting her from Jin. It was Tae that got him off her.” He pouted.

“Don’t beat yourself up about all that. You haven’t fought in like months, Tae is always on his toes with the deals Namjoon drags him to. Now, the proposal thing makes a bit of sense, but then again she can’t be that mad cuz it’s not like there is going to be a real wedding or anything. I’m sure she knows that. But yeah, maybe she won’t talk cuz it still hurts to talk… The whole Yoongi thing: she told me they talked but she said she didn’t know where things were going to going between him and her and Hoseok, so maybe she is still being smart and she isn’t going to put too much hope into them this time. Cuz like, I haven’t seen her talk to them much either so… yeah.”

The frown remained on Jungkook’s face. “I still feel bad though. I just want things to be how they used to between us.” he sighed as he sunk deeper in his chair.

Seeing the secret love of his life hurting made him sad. He threw the blanket off himself and spread his arms open. “Come here. You look like you need a hug!”

“Don’t be all mushy with me.” Jungkook said trying to hide his smile.

“Oh don’t be like that! You know you love my hugs!” Jimin cooed, waving him over.

Jungkook picked himself off that chair and threw himself in the bed, letting Jimin wrap his arms around him.

Jimin took in every second of the moment. He went as far as to take a quick whiff of Jungkook’s damp hair.

“Okay, lovely mushy time is over.” Jungkook said way too soon.

Jimin felt Jungkook’s strong arms squeeze around him and suddenly he was flipped over and pushed off the bed. “Get out of here you peeping tom, I want to sleep.”

Jimin had nothing else to do than to get up from the floor and give a fake laugh.

“Night.” Jungkook mumbled from under the sheets.

“Night.” Jimin said a he left the room.

Taehyung - BTS

Shiv asked me to make yellow-ish lazy/relaxed Taetae lockscreens but somehow it escalated xD I just had to do something with art/Van Gogh. Also in the second pic, i wanted to add some pillows but I couldn't find good ones.-. I’m gonna make two more later.

Sooooooo. I know I haven't updated in a really like time. I'm sorry for that. I do have a few more posts of the story I want to write, but I haven't had the time to get anything done.

At this point I have a full time and part time job and school, plus the new writing blog. Buuuuuuut things are going to change in a bit and I am going to have more time again.

I know I said I was going to stop writing bts4 but I still have a few more parts I want out, and I was thinking that if continue to write it, it is only going to deal with the 'suga x y/n x jungkook' love triangle, because as I said before, for those personal reasons, I just cannot get myself to write anything about the rap monster character at all anymore.

I now I am all over the place right now, sorry about that. Usually I am more definite in my writing decisions, especially with this story, but lately everything is just all over the place in general.

Author’s note: So all this scene is from my rough draft (and the part from the sneak peek) so i am sorry that if some details aren’t too good and all. Again, I’m sorry that i cant finish the series, but as i explained i just can;t keep writing this anymore. I will also not be putting the link to the other parts because for some reason i can’t get it to work. So think rest of the posts will be in my blog profile.

This posts wont be linked to the rest of the series, they will just be linked to each other (when i post the rest of what i have) since there are not too many posts. This series also does not have it’s own GIF since i finished neither BTS 4 or the GIF for it. 

Summary: Jin finally sees Jinjin after the tour.

Word Count: 4013

WARNINGS: Physical abuse

Part 2| ALL PARTS 

This is my GIF. I made this for the last part, but i didn’t make a new one.

It was a cold 6 am as he walked down the snow packed sidewalk toward the familiar neighborhood. The exhausting performance of the night before were over ridden by the excitement he had over today.

In one arm he carried a bag of gifts meant for his son while his other arm adjusted the strap of his backpack filled with a change of clothes and other essentials.

Throughout his relatively quiet walk, he mentally prepared himself to the idea of sleeping on the floor of his son’s room for the next few nights and he day dreamed of the activities he had planes for the both of them.

Suddenly there was a distant sound of annoying barks that busted him out f his bubble. Soon he saw a tiny dog appeared almost out of nowhere. It was dressed in a pink sweater with matching pink booties and it was dragging a blue leash from its collar.

It yapped as it ran awkwardly in his direction. Jin couldn’t care less about the dog. He didn’t pay much mind to it until it began nipping at his pant leg. Under normal circumstances, he would have kicked the dog off and walked away, but today was different. Not even the annoying pup could piss him off this early, heck, he even found the small animal to be a bit cute.

He placed down his bag of gifts and picked up the golden furball.

“And who are you?” he asked it.

He noticed the dog’s purple collar “Hmm, let’s see, your name iiiiis… Peach? Wait… isn’t that the names of Jinjin’s dog?” he asked himself.

He brought the dog closer to his face to make eye contact with it. “Are you Jinjin’s puppy? Huuuuh? Are you?”

“Peach?!? Peach?!? Where are you?!?” Jin could hear a small voice from the direction he saw the dog run from.

Within 2 seconds, his now six year old son appeared from around the corner. Jinjin was in his thickest green jacket, a pair of black sweatpants (probably wearing a second pair under them) and in his snow boots. Wrapped around the little face that looked so much like his father’s, was his favorite Mario themed scarf and atop his head was a red beanie with a Mario logo.

“Peach?!? Peach- Dad? Daddy?!?” his son’s eyes lit up when he spotted him. “Daddy!” he squealed as his small legs moved faster.

Jin stood frozen as he took in the image of his son. Jinjin had grown taller since he last saw him. The chubby cheeks he pinched so much were not as chubby as they used to be and he shaven hair was now long enough to be combed down and poke out from his beanie.

Jin placed the dog down, leash still in hand, and opened his arms for his son to run to him.

Jin’s heart melted when Jinjin’s little body jumped to him.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy!” Jinjin chanted as he wrapped his arms tight around him, “Finally you are home!”

Jin didn’t care of his son’s cheerful and loud voice would wake neighbors, he was just happy to see his boy. “Ugh, I missed you Jinjin!” he pulled his mask off and covered his son’s face with kisses. “But, my little Jinsoo, what did I tell you about talking to strangers?!? For all you know, I was a bad man that could have stolen you!” he said with a slightly serious tone.

“But I knew it was you! You always wear the same bear mouth!” his son stated as he pointed to the bear mouth print on his face mask.

“Aish, you got me there, but why are you out here by yourself?!?”

Jinjin shook his head. “I am not alone. I was with Peach and Greg!”

“Greg? Who the fu- Who is Greg?”

“Jinjin?!? Jinjin where are you?!?” a man’s voice called out.

From the same corner his child came from, emerged a tall, thin man. Even at a distance it was easy to tell the man was taller than Jin. What was most noticeable was the blond hair that refused to stay in his black beanie.

“I’m over here!” Jinjin shouted as he waved his arms in the air.

The stranger’s blue eyes locked on Jin and his long legs pushed through the snow. “Hey! Put that boy down!” he shouted with an awkward accent.

Jin simply scoffed, “No!”

The “Greg” person was soon two strides away, his arm already loaded to land a punch when Jinjin finally said. “Greg, look! My dad is here!”

Instantly, Greg stopped in his tracks, slipping on the ice a bit. It took him a moment to catch his balance. “Oh!” he huffed. His cheeks grew even more red. “So, uh, you must be Seokjin?”

“The one and only.” Jin half smiled.

Greg nodded. “I’ve, uh, heard a lot about you…” he mumbled as his eyes danced between Jin and his son.

“And you are?”

“Oh! Where are my manners?” he gave a quick bow and then his hand shot out to give a handshake. “I’m Greg! I-“

“He’s mom’s boyfriend!” Jinjin finished

Jin’s eyes narrowed at the flushed faced man. “I didn’t know that Mina was in a relationship… and with a foreigner no less” he added under his breath.

“Dad, who is Mina?” Jinjin asked in confusion.

He couldn’t help let out a chuckle at how adorable his son was. “Jinjin, that’s your mom’s name.”

“What?!? Mommy’s name isn’t mommy?”

“I can’t believe I missed out on all this cute!” Jin smiled as he squeezed his son’s still pinchable cheeks.

Jin turned back to the man. Greg’s hand was still out for a handshake. However, instead of shaking his hand, he gave him the dog’s leash. “So, Mina’s boyfriend?” He asked in a darker tone. “How long has this been going on?”

“Almost a year.”

Jin blatantly scanned Greg from head to toe. “A year? Is that so? And where are you from Greg? You obviously aren’t from here.”

“I’m from England.”

“And you met Mina how?”

“Friends of friends.” Was Greg’s vague answer.

“I see… Well… Why don’t we get out of this cold?” Jin suggested with a fake smile

The walk to the house was not as awkward as it could have been, Jinjin spoke the whole time. He mostly talked about being so excited for Jin to come home that he stayed up all night and that Greg suggested they walk Peach as they waited for him. His son was a good distraction to his boiling rage. However, just like the small dog, this Greg guy wasn’t going to be enough to upset Jin, at least not yet anyway.

-

His ex stared at him in confusion. “Seokjin? I didn’t expect you here this early.” She said as she let them in the warm house.

“Well hello to you too. As I recall, I told a little someone that I would be here first thing in the morning.” Jin turned to the boy in his arms in fake anger. “Jinjin, I thought I told you to tell your mother.”

“Haha, I forget!”  Jinjin admitted as he hid behind his hands.

His ex rolled her eyes, “That’s what happens when you trust a six year old.”

Jin scoffed.” One has no other choice than to trust a six year old when the mother is acting like a six year old and won’t pick up her phone!” he said through his teeth

“Not answering my phone doesn’t make me a six year old. I was just busy doing some adult things.” She smirked, her eyes gliding towards Greg.

“So that’s what you do instead of being a mother?” Jin asked out right.

Mina’s head whipped back at him, her eyes warning him not to start anything,

He tried hard to hold himself back from doing something he would regret.

“C’mon Jinjin, why don’t we go up to your room and you show me your toys.” he huffed. Jin walked up the stairs, escaping the woman he only somewhat regretted meeting, carrying the boy that made up for that mistake.

He entered Jinjin’s room, it only looking slightly different from when he last visited a few years ago. The walls were still blue, covered in all things Mario. There were more toys thrown everywhere if anything and the bed was a bit bigger for his growing frame.

Jinjin slid out of his hands and ran over to his toy box. “Daddy! Do you want to see my toys?”

“Jinjin I think that can wait a minute. Why don’t you let daddy test out your new bed?” He suggested as he threw himself into the mattress. The bed was too small for him and his feet hung over the edge, but he was so tired, it didn’t matter.

“Jinjin, it is really early, why don’t we take a nap.” He yawned.

“Ok!” Jinjin moved some of the small toys he had left on his bed and crawled up next to him, still dressed in his outside clothes. With his son nestled in his arm, Jin fell to sleep quickly.

-

He awoke to the feeling of little fingers trying to pry his eyes open. “Jinjin, why aren’t you letting daddy sleep?”

“Cake?”

“Jinjin, it is still morning.” He stated as he took a look at his cellphone screen showed 10:45 am.

“But cake!”

He stood up from the bed and took a quick stretch. “Jinjin, let me show you the gifts I got you! We will make the cake later.”

He grabbed his backpack, kneeled by the bed and called Jinjin over.

“Wait! Where is Peach? I want her to see my presents with me!” Jinjin jumped from the bed. “Peach!” he called out as he ran out of the room.

He soon returned carrying his tiny dog. Jinjin jumped on the bed and made Peach sit next to him. “Peach are you ready?” he asked the dog.

Jin kept the bag hidden behind the bed.

“Okay, here is the first present!” At random, he pulled out the gift Jackson had picked out for him. “So this is from your daddy’s friend Jackson. You remember Jackson from GOT7 right? He knew you liked Mario and picked this out because he thought it was a mushroom from Mario” He lied.

Jinjin snatched the box, examining it up close. He was neither frowning nor smiling at his gift. “Hm… Pokemon… I don’t know pokemon a lot.”

“But?”

“But what?”

“But, it is still nice that he remembered you and likes you enough to buy you a toy right?” Jin said, pulling the gratitude out of his only slightly spoiled son.

“Yeah!” Jinjin smiled. “Can you tell him thank you!” he asked, remembering his manners

“Of course! Now time for the stuff I got you!”

Jinjin’s eyes widened once more and he pulled himself up straight trying to peek over the edge of the bed.

“Ok, so I ordered this online so I left it in the box. I only took it out to make sure it was the right size.”

He handed Jinjin the box and the young one attacked it. The box flew across the room as Jinjin found the Mario onesie within it.

“Wow!” Jinjin cheered. “I can be Mario!”

He didn’t even waste time. He ripped off his top winter layer and pulled on the onesie. When all was done, it was only a size or two too big. Good, so that it would last him a while.

“It fits!”

Jin couldn’t help but smile as Jinjin ran over to his Mario hat and put it on.

Jin then pulled out the next gift. “I was in Japan and I remembered how you told me your DS broke, so I got you a new one! They ran out of red ones, but I got you a green one.”

Again Jinjin was in a fit of glee, jumping onto his father with open arms.

Jin’s last gift was a handful of age appropriate games for the new DS, that only made Jinjin more excited to play it.

It wasn’t until his son had calmed down and was indulged in one of the new games, that he decided to get serious.

“Jinjin?”

“Huh?” Jinjin’s eyes were glued to the double screens.

“Why didn’t you ever bring Greg up before?” He asked this softly, scared that Mina could be in the hall and overhear.

“Mommy said not to.” Jinjin said in a zombie like tone.

“Why?” He could feel his anger toward his ex growing.

All the small boy did was shrug his shoulders

“Jinjin, what else has Mommy told you not to tell me?” He tried to keep his voice calm.

“Um…” Jinjin was too focused on the game to really think.” Uh.”

“Jinsoo, pause the game.”

Jinjin did as told. “Um, we might go to Greg’s house this summer.” He finally said.

“Greg’s house? Where exactly is Greg’s house?”

Jinjin shrugged again. “In English. That is what mommy said.”

“English? What do you- England?!?

“Yeah that!” Jinjin said as he played his game again.

“That motherfucking bitch!” Jin thought. “First she doesn’t tell me about that buck-tooth brit and now she is going to take my son to England!” he stood up. “Jinjin, why don’t you put that game away and let’s go down to the kitchen and start baking your cake.” He needed to get his mind off this. He couldn’t afford to get mad now. He wasn’t going to let that bitch ex of his ruin his mood.

Now in the kitchen, Jin searched for the ingredients. He let the stories of Jinjin’s last few months drain out the sounds of Mina’s and Greg’s giggles coming from the living room.

“Uh-huh… Wow…That’s great Jinjin…” He said robotically.

His frustration grew as his search came to an end and the only ingredients he had were eggs.

“What the fuck?!?” he grunted so that Jinjin couldn’t hear him.

He took a deep breath and decided to look a second time. This time with each failed attempt, he was beginning to slam the cabinets and drawers shut harder and harder.

Jinjin not at all phased by his father’s little tantrum, continued to play on the floor with Peach still in his Mario onesie.

However, the boy’s mother soon walked in.

“Jinjin, is that you playing hide and seek with Peach again?” she asked as she walked into the room. She still had a hint of a smile on her face.

Just seeing her face made Jin pissed. “Where the fuck are the fucking ingredients I asked you to get?!?” he snapped

“Ooh! Dad said a bad word!” Jinjin snickered. “Now you have to put a dollar in the swear jar!”

Jin quickly realized that he was still in the presence of his son and tried to calm down for a moment. “Jinjin, take Greg up to your room and show him the presents I got you.”

“Ok!” Jinjin jumped up and ran to the living room. “Greg! Greg! Come see my presents!”

Jin’s angry eyes then locked on Mina once more. Her arms were crossed and she was rolling her stupid ass eyes at him. “I was busy.” Was her sad ass excuse.

“Busy being a whore?!?” he spat

She furrowed her brow at him. “Just because I have a boyfriend doesn’t make me a whore! I have a fucking life Seokjin! I got out, I work, I take care of Jinjin all by myself!”

Jin couldn’t help but laugh at her saying the word “work”. “What do you mean you work?!? You make crappy ass DIYs and sell them to fat lazy bitches online! I am the one that works! I am the one that is providing for you and Jinjin!” he reminded, slowing moving in on her. “I am working my ass off and worried about my son and your over here fucking some random dude!”

“Don’t give me shit just because you are jealous!” she had the audacity to say.

Again he couldn’t help but laugh at her stupidity. “Jealous? Me? Me?!?”. He took a big step towards her. “If anything I feel nothing but pity for Greg because he hasn’t found out what a stupid conniving little bitch you are!” he said through his teeth.

She squinted her beady eyes at him. “I am neither stupid or conniving!” she stated in an actual attempt to defend herself.

Jin pushed her up against the fridge, “Yes you are!” he growled.

“How so?!?” she stood back up only to get pushed back again.

“How about lying about your parents kicking you when they found out you were pregnant. That you wanted to live with me because they were going to force you to have an abortion and move you away somewhere else?!? Or how about threatening to have an abortion when I wanted to break up with you when I found about that lie?!? Then going above and beyond to keep me away from my son for two years, but still take my money to pay for your damn lifestyle!”

“Fuck you!”

Ticked off by her voice, his hand cut through the air and slapped her across the face.

Her hand covered her throbbing cheek, but she still didn’t seem to want to back down.

“And then, you go and bring this European motherfucker into my house and you bring him around my son-“

“He is my son!”

Again his hand attacked her cheek. “How dare you introduce him to Jinsoo! I will die before I let some other motherfucker raise my son! And how stupid can you be to trust someone who can expose everything at a whim?!? He can tell everyone that Jinsoo is my son! The whole world will turn on Jinsoo if they find out!”

“Oh so you can date and let some random bitch around Jinsoo, but I can’t do the same?!?”

Jin could not believe what he was hearing. “Who the fuck could I possibly be dating?!?”

“I know you and Y/n are dating!” she accused.

“How fucking stupid are you?!? Jungkook fucking proposed to her last night you stupid bitch!”

“Oh please! I know you are fucking her! I see the pictures of you and her that Jinjin refuses to remove as his home screen on that stupid tablet you got him. All he ever talks about is dad and y/n dad and y/n dad and y/n!”

“You’re such a fucking-“

This time it was her hand that slapped him. “No! Don’t you dare finish that sentence! I know for a fact that you are dating her! Jinjin told me you all slept in the same bed together!” Mina was too busy blabbing away to notice the fury in Jin’s eyes, his nostrils flaring, his knuckles turning white.

“She and Jungkook are fake and are covering the fact that you are dating her! You all say they have been dating for two over two years or whatever, but she never showed up until a year ago and a half ago! That doesn’t add up! So If you get a girlfriend, I sure as hell can get a boyfriend, so don’t-“

It wasn’t until he punched her mid sentence that Mina let out a scream loud enough to be heard through the house.

He continued to punch her in a fit of rage.

“You fucker!” Greg’s irritated voice shouted as he tackled Jin off Mina. He was able to pin Jin down and unleash a series of blows.

Jin however was not as overpowered as Greg thought. Despite his larger frame, there wasn’t much power behind Greg’s hits. He was nothing compared to Rap monster, Jungkook or V.

All Jin did was let out a grunt as his hands clamped down on Greg’s sweater and pulled him down until their foreheads collided. It was a risky move, but an effective one. Jin wasn’t that dazed and he was able to pin Greg down. Now he was the one on top and he showed Greg what real punches were supposed to feel like.

“So you- think that- you- can just- walk up in- here- like you- own the place?!? You think-you can just- take my place,- take- my family?!?”

His knuckles were more and more raw as he continues beat on Greg, who proved to be a bigger wimp than he thought.

What Jin didn’t see coming was Mina hitting him over the head with the kitchen wok. The slam to the head was enough to daze him but not knock him out

He struggled to his feet and his eyes locked on Mina once again. “Fucking bitch!” he groaned

He made his way up to her only having the strength to pounce on her and bring her to the ground. With the wok out of her hand, she screamed out in fear, her only other form of defense lay across the kitchen floor in pain. “Jinjin! Jinjin! Jinjin call the police!”

“Shut up!” Jin slapped his hand over her slobbery mouth.

He was yelling now. He could feel his throat on fire, but he couldn’t actually hear himself say anything.  At this point he had no control over what he was doing. Not even as his fists continued to hit Mina. They just hit and hit and hit. He let himself go wild because how dare she. How dare she risk ruining the plan they kept up for so long, how dare she decide things for his son without his knowledge, who was she to judge him when she knew nothing about anything!

“Mommy!” Jin heard a small cry.

He looked up to find Jinjin standing frozen a few feet in front of him.

Jin stopped immediately “…Jinjin…?” He moved toward him, but at his slightest movement he saw his son flinch.

Instantly Jinjin began to hyperventilate, his young eyes scattered around the room absorbing the scene in front of him.

“…Jinjin…” He said softly as he slowly lifted himself off the floor.

At that move, tears leaked out of the boy’s eyes, terrified of being the next victim.

“Jinjin run!” Mina screamed in her muffled sobs.

“Shut up!” Jin shouted automatically.

This only made Jinjin scream and cry more. He dropped the new DS he had been clenching on to, covered his ears and crouched into a small ball.

Suddenly Jin was tackled down once more and Greg’s wiry body was pinning him down. “Jinjin run to your room!” he ordered as he landed a punch on Jin.

The life left his body as he heard little foots steps run up the stairs and slam a door shut.

Greg got a few good punches in before Jin came to his senses. With one hit, Greg was down. Jin jumped up from the floor and ran to the stairs. He took three steps at a time until he reached the top

The only door closed was the bathroom and he ran to it as fast as he could. The door was locked of course, but just fidgeting with the doorknob, Jinjin began to cry from the other side.

“Jinjin, open the door!”

“No! “his son screamed.

“Jinsoo… please open the door.” He said in a softer tone. He could feel his heart tearing as he heard Jinjin continue to cry. He felt a lump in his throat as he forced out the words “Jinsoo please, please, please open the door.”

Still there was no response other than crying.

“Don’t fucking talk to him!” Mina’s shrill voice screamed.

Jin turned to his right. Mina stood at the end of the stairs. Her face was bloody, her clothes a mess. In her hand she held a frying pan that she kept aimed at him. “Fucking leave!”

Greg soon appeared behind Mina, armed with a kitchen knife.

“Greg called the cops, so leave now before I tell them exactly what happened when they get here!”

“…Jinjin …” he tried one more time.

“I said leave!” Mina screamed loading the pan behind her head.

“…Fine…” Jin sniffled.

Eventually i will post the next part. There aren’t too many posts so after the official parts, I am going to post the outline i have and the few pictures of the edit.

Author’s note: So this is the opening part to the first scene... This is only going to be very small. I don’t want to give too much away.

Word Count: 638

Behind The Scenes: all parts

Yes I am using the old GIF for now.

JIN POV

It was a cold 6 am as he walked down the snow packed sidewalk toward the familiar neighborhood. The exhausting performance of the night before was over ridden by the excitement he had over today.

In one arm he carried a bag of gifts meant for his son while his other arm adjusted the strap of his backpack filled with a change of clothes and other essentials.

Throughout his relatively quiet walk, he mentally prepared himself to the idea of sleeping on the floor of his son’s room for the next few nights and he day dreamed of the activities he had planned for the both of them.

Suddenly there was a distant sound of annoying barks that bursted him out of his bubble. Soon he saw a tiny dog appeared almost out of nowhere. It was dressed in a pink sweater with matching pink booties and it was dragging a blue leash from its collar.

It yapped as it ran awkwardly in his direction. Jin couldn’t care less about the dog. He didn’t pay much mind to it until it began nipping at his pant leg. Under normal circumstances, he would have kicked the dog off and walked away, but today was different. Not even the annoying pup could piss him off this early. Heck, he even found the small animal to be a bit cute.

He placed down his bag of gifts and picked up the golden furball.

“And who are you?” he asked it.

He noticed the dog’s purple collar “Hmm, let’s see, your name iiiiis… Peach? Wait… isn’t that the names of Jinjin’s dog?” he asked himself.

He brought the dog closer to his face to make eye contact with it. “Are you Jinjin’s puppy? Huuuuh? Are you?”

“Peach?!? Peach?!? Where are you?!?” Jin could hear a small voice from the direction he saw the dog run from.

Within 2 seconds, his now six year old son appeared from around the corner. Jinjin was in his thickest green jacket, a pair of black sweatpants (probably wearing a second pair under them) and in his snow boots. Wrapped around the little face that looked so much like his father’s, was his favorite Mario themed scarf and atop his head was a red beanie with a Mario logo.

“Peach?!? Peach- Dad? Daddy?!?” his son’s eyes lit up when he spotted him. “Daddy!” he squealed as his small legs moved faster.

Jin stood frozen as he took in the image of his son. Jinjin had grown taller since he last saw him. The chubby cheeks he pinched so much were not as chubby as they used to be and he shaven hair was now long enough to be combed down and poke out from his beanie.

Jin placed the dog down, leash still in hand, and opened his arms for his son to run to him.

Jin’s heart melted when Jinjin’s little body jumped to him.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy!” Jinjin chanted as he wrapped his arms tight around him, “Finally you are home!”

Jin didn’t care of his son’s cheerful and loud voice would wake neighbors, he was just happy to see his boy. “Ugh, I missed you Jinjin!” he pulled his mask off and covered his son’s face with kisses. “But, my little Jinsoo, what did I tell you about talking to strangers?!? For all you know, I was a bad man that could have stolen you!” he said with a slightly serious tone.

“But I knew it was you! You always wear the same bear mouth!” his son stated as he pointed to the bear mouth print on his face mask.

“Aish, you got me there, but why are you out here by yourself?!?”

Jinjin shook his head. “I am not alone. I was with Peach and Greg!”

“Greg? Who the fu- Who is Greg?”

“Jinjin?!? Jinjin where are you?!?” a man’s voice called out.

This isn’t completely official, I might make changes when I finish bts 4 and I start posting.

I AM GOING TO BE POSTING A SMALL PORTION OF THE FIRST SCENE TOMORROW

I know this is taking a long time to write and well, I don’t know I want you guys to have an idea of what is going to happen