34. Glove

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"Enjoy!" Jimin screamed. "I can barely crawl, not even speaking about dancing."

"Take today off, go home, sleep well. Finally use lube, if you don't want a condom make him at least lick you clean. Maybe go on a few dates to crowded places to not to do it everyday."

"Smartass... auch! Auch!" Jimin tried to lift from the floor but was brought back on his butt by the sharp pain.

"See? Listen to Someone way older and way more experienced than you, me and Joonie had bought you some lube and condoms. I have put it into your backpack with a few items to clean yourself before."

"Ok, ok, stop!" Jimin protested, but his phone buzzed and he sighed reaching for it. There was a new message from an unknown number so he clicked it opening a video which crumbled all hair on his body as there was him being taken into oblivion by Jungkook during their first night in the garage, Jungkook's face covered by a clown sticker but he was there clearly visible.

"What is that?" Jin's phone began to buzz when it became dark in front of Jimin's eyes, so Hobi has really posted that for the whole world to see.

Jimin's head just static while Jin's face became as pale as paper.

"What?" He pressed out.

"Here," Jimin put the phone in his lap when his manager was staring at the video.

"I call you back," he muttered ending the conversation. "Jimin, what is that?"

"Jungkook's brother had recorded us and threatened him he should break up with me or he will post. Jungkook wanted to, but I told him to date and now Hobi has posted it."

"Why haven't you told anything?" Jin was still pale.

"I forgot, I have actually forgotten everything."

"This is so bad."

"I know," Jimin was facing the floor shivering. Will it really ruin his career because he had allowed himself to open himself towards someone.

"We will sue Jungkook's brother."

"No, please, Kookie's parents have no idea about his sexuality, they can't find out that way," Jimin shivered.

"So you want to sacrifice yourself for him."

"I love him, so..." Jimin bit his lip.

"Go home, you need rest, I will speak with the company."

"What now?"

Jin took the air in swiftly.

"I don't know. Just take a rest, you're barely crawling. I will come tomorrow morning to speak about solutions we came up with."

Jimin nodded, his sexuality wasn't a mystery to anyone, but having a sex tape out there was a whole another level, especially of the most intimate night in his life, one that should be his and Kookie's only, no else's to judge or see.

I hate that fucker so much, he thought trying to surpass the tears and not to drive to Jungkook's house to find Hobi then punch the shit out of him. Kookie will do it for me, he even chuckled hoping his boyfriend will kick his stupid brother for him.


The phone buzzed, so Jungkook took it gazing away from the desk where he had been in the middle of building the new gutter generator for phase two of the experiments. He needed to use the rainy season fully, to finally succeed.

There was a new video from Pawoo he clicked, definitely the boys sending the scores of their game tournament when they were trying out Gaou's new app, but the moment the images started to play on screen he almost dropped the phone, as there was him and Jimin in the garage during their first night. Jimin fully visible, while his face was protected by a clown sticker. Jungkook's blood boiling and he slammed the phone on the desk jumping up. The door to his bedroom bounced off the wall from the impact he had pushed it open, his bare feet banging against the floor, the fury keeping him forward when he stormed downstairs to see Hobi leaving the living room with a package of crisps in his hand.

"You!" Jungkook yelled running down the stairs when Hobi became ghostly pale. "You!" Jungkook yelled pushing his brother who fell against the hanger with jackets flipping it over and landing flat on the floor. "I'll kill you!"

"Kookie! Kookie!" Yoongi ran his way catching him in struggling to keep him in his grip.

"I'll kill you!" Jungkook felt bitter tars as how could someone misuse something like that, the most secretive and intimate moment with Jimin.

"What is happening here. Jungkook! Hoseok!" Dad raised his voice coming in, when mum hurried out of the kitchen holding the spoons and chopsticks she had been ordering into the dishwasher.

"He..." Jungkook ran out of words.

"I did what?" Hobi grinned collecting himself from the floor.

"You asshole! I will kill you!" Yelled Jungkook trying to jump at his brother but dad ran to them to help Yoongi hold him in.

"Son! What behavior is that!" He raised his tone.

"Boys, I don't know anymore," mum lowered her head.

"I will not tolerate this behavior in my house!" Dad's voice was stone cold.

"I again have been the victim of my little bro's aggression," Hobi raised his brow.

"He is a lier!" Yelled Jungkook who was so mad, so so mad.

How could Hobi post it. What will happen to Jimin now? Is his career ruined?

"Me? What have I lied about?" Hobi was still amused. "Maybe tell mum and dad what I have lied about."

"You asshole! I'll kill you!" Jungkook struggled again against Yoongi and dad trying to reach Hobi, who suddenly grabbed his palm looking him straight in the eyes before pulling off his right glove.

Jungkook froze in horror, not quick enough to pull the pajamas sleeve over his hand.

"What is that?" Asked mum, but he turned sprinting upstairs to his bedroom, his heart banging madly in his chest almost threatening to rip off when he fell on the floor trembling from fear as what will parents do. No, Hobi couldn't have ruined his and Jimin's life in just one evening.
There was a knock on the bedroom door.

"Son, we need to talk," dad's tone so serious he has never heard it like that.

"Leave me alone!" He yelled.

"You have ten minutes to get a grip, then I'm expecting you downstairs."

Dad's steps were fading in the hall when he sat down on the carpet pressing his head to his knees trying to take in breaths to not to go crazy from fear. What now, was it all over for him and Jimin. Will they never meet again.

He jumped up walking to the desk for his phone, his shivering palms writing down a short message to Jimin, 'I'm sorry. I love you.' Jungkook sniffed pressing send then taking the left glove off to cover his right hand before leaving the bedroom. The house was so quiet, just the clock in the hall ticking almost in his head. Mum was sitting at the dining table when dad was doing rounds up and down the living room so Jungkook stopped in the doorframe leaning against it.

"You're here," dad turned.

He nodded not taking eye contact.

Thank you so much for all your love. What do you think about everything that has happened in this chapter and the things Hobi has done? What will happen now?

Much <3


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