"𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏' 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆"

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Seokjin POV:-

"Ouch, it hurts hyung!" I burnt my hands when the person just beside me dipped my own hand into the burning hot oil, I looked at him and said not to do this anymore but not quite....well verbally but with my eyes it was pretty conveyable to him, I guess?

He shrugged his shoulders and looked impassively at me causing me to gasp with my burnt hand kept on my chest near to the heart "You are nothing less than my abusive step-dad and Namjoon!"

"Why not call him step-brother?"

"He hates it"

"As if  you care much about it" I smiled at him causing him to give a flick of the roll to his eyes staring dispassionately at me yet again "I took you in"

"I was helpless you had to!" I retaliated with the man who resembled a lot of a cat "Stop thinking I look like a cat, I have a wife and I have a child" I stared down at my actions what actually I was doing while knocking my lusty hormonal gaze at him and I gagged "Oh god Yoongi Hyung I would never Oh god" I shivered at the thought.

"You are divorced by the way," I said when he was laughing at my antics, he pointed his fingers at me and gave me a smoldering gaze "Stop it we are working it out for Jimin"

"As for Jimin how is nephew doing?" my nephew who was apparently 15 years younger than me was the sweetest, bad thing his parents were divorced "He is doing just fine" Yoongi replied in short and I cleaned my licked hand on the apron which I had around my waist "He is coping up with whatever is going on between you two?"

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders and looked dejectedly at me "I am trying to work it out, He isn't listening too much" I nodded understanding what Jimin actually thinks or feels, at least his family is far less complicated than mine "Have you met with your brother or mother?" I stared up from the newly furnished counter of my new restaurant.

"I did not meet my mother for like over 10 years and you want me to meet her first hand that I land here?" I spoke with distress, I hated that woman though I will be working in her company for god knows why she was a fucking prostitute, she had two sons from different men and the only reason I have any place is because of my father being one of her first love interest back in college, Namjoon would surely hold my throat after she announces it the next day.

"Not that I expected you to see her, but still, I understand, so where were you last night? I was trying to call you so that I and Jimin could go and pick you up" I looked at Yoongi and smiled sheepishly ruffling my hair "I went to a bar" 

Yoongi looked shocked and stared at me fuming, he was 10 years old relatively too old for me, but he was more caring than anyone was in my life ofcourse after then comes my father whom I lived with, in America specifically California, Santa Monica, fine clear beaches there.

"After you come back from America, all you do is go and Booz yourself up in a bar?" I smiled again rubbing my nape feeling it get hot because of the slowly rising anger of the man in front of me, maybe I would be dead and the restaurant I just opened today could go up to his hands "What were you thinking seriously last night?"

"I was tired, I needed refreshment!" refreshment, my shit I got a call from Namjoon yesterday which I didn't pick up, if I would have gone to Yoongi's house it would be harmful to both Yoongi and his son Jimin, my step-brother is dangerous than he seems from outside, he is like a silent night before the rising storm, his face looks like that as far as I know and remembered from our last encounter.

"Refreshment? Did you need alcohol up your system for refreshment? Seriously? And you tell me that the restaurant I have been working on for ages has to be inaugurated today so that you can take over it, what were you seriously doing last night which got you so high off your dreams?"

How can I tell I fucked someone last night who might have been potentially my past first real boyfriend Jeon Jungkook "You fucked someone last night?" I instinctively nodded clicking my tongue in the process, I knew there were a series of good beatings from Yoongi pending for me.

He groaned and rubbed his face in annoyance "You are a fucking serious piece of an asshole" 

"Hey I am younger than you, use good and mannered words!" as if I actually care "Good words? You think its the time?" he said again, at some points he was correct, I shouldn't have told him about opening and inaugurating the restaurant so soon, he has shit of his own, he rubbed his face once more and his face turned almost red, I don't know for what it turned red, was it because he was angry or was it because he was rubbing his face for a long time? Both maybe.

"What do you plan to do? How will you put the fliers about this new business you are starting up?" Well, that was the thought I never contemplated, I rubbed the back of my neck once again and by now he might have known that whenever I am clueless I rub my neck, he sighed in distress, and annoyance rose again in him, I could feel it apparently.

"I don't have time for your revolving jackass, I have my own work, I am a chef of another restaurant which pays me and definitely doesn't tell me to close or open a new branch of their restaurant just hours ago in the morning, just tell how do you plan it?" 

I was just going to open my mouth to give my answers but we heard the ring of the small beaded bells which were placed in front of our door, Yoongi raised his eyebrows and stared at me while I was still baffled "Seokjin did you ask some of your model friends of yours to accompany you?" 

Model friends? I don't have any, I was just going to join the fucking entertainment company as a vice president of the models under my company, which was supposed to be tomorrow, how will I know any? 

I shook my head "I don't know" he sighed again, now it felt like his sighs were the only ones breathing in this new steel-smelling kitchen "We can't keep the possible customer waiting will you take the" Before even he can finish I felt a ting in my phone, pulling it out and brightening the screen I could see a message from an unknown number "What is it?"

I smiled knowing who it might be I looked up and smiled at him once again "My mother, she says hopefully you are back and not be a pain in my ass" Yoongi deep breathed again, he hated my mother too much to actually describe it in words but if I would he might want to mutilate her and piece her heart into good seasoned fleshy parts make it a juicy medium rare and maybe give it to dogs to eat it.

"Go and take the order" I nodded or rather swayed my head and put the phone back inside my pocket and took a notepad sitting nearby thank god Yoongi brought one, it got out of my head because of the unwanted knocking of the maniac hungover.

Strutting my footsteps out of the kitchen door I saw the furnished table of our newly opened restaurant and I saw a man sitting at the dire end of it, he was wearing a black hoodie all the way down to his face and he was typing away something very fast in his cell phone which looked like the new model of the company Samsung, he looked he needed some starters and breathers to calm down at first.

Anyways shrugging all the thoughts I went towards the man, suspicious and a possible vagabond man if I may add an adjective, and bowed my head to give the little ounce of respect I had in myself and asked softly "What would you like to order sir?"

He looked up as I could perceive from my peripheral vision and my heart thumped, he was non-other than the boyfriend or actual ex-boyfriend I had my first sex with "Jungkook Hyung?"

His eyes widened momentarily too, I know in the darkest corner of the back of my mind that he remembered how I fucked him and took his own virginity "Seokjin?" yes my name and it is fully confirmed. 

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A/N:- I mean okay I might like Seokjin's point of view, what are your opinions?