Chapter 17

"Did you not think about mom? Do you not care about me?!" "Yoongi, son. Please calm do-" "Do you not love her?" Yoongi's father doesn't answer for a while. "Of course I do." "You have a funny way of showing it," he gives his father a bitter laugh. "What about me? Are you gonna lie about loving me too?" Yoongi asks casually, sitting down on his father's bed. Yoongi's mother is currently grocery shopping as Mr. Min is packing his bags.

"Yoongi, I made a horrible mistake, okay? And I'm sorry," his father speaks, folding his clothes, placing it in a suitcase. "Was mom not good enough for you? I know you two never were the most perfect couple out there, but you loved each other. What did mom do that was so horrible, it made you destroy our family?!" Yoongi yells with tears in his eyes.

"She didn't do anything!" "...That's what I thought. Goodbye." Yoongi walks out the door, and heads to Jimin's house with tears in his eyes. He knocks on the door, hoping for Jimin to be the one to open the door,  and he is. Yoongi quickly scans Jimin's body that's covered with a big black oversized sweater, black basketball shorts and long black socks. Messy red hair since he just layed in his bed.

Yoongi suddenly breaks out with even more tears. Jimin tugs him inside. He closes the door and leads the crying Yoongi upstairs, holding his hand. He proceeds to close the door to his bedroom and finally, he hugs Yoongi.

He stands on his tippy toes, wrapping his arms around Yoongi's neck to lead him down so Jimin can hug him without struggling to stand on his toes. The blonde get's the hint and leans down and hugs Jimin's body, drying his eyes on Jimin's sweater at the shoulder. "I h-hate him. I hate him, why did he do this? Jiminie," Yoongi cries.

"Why did he do this?" Jimin tangles his fingers in Yoongi's hair and messages it, in attempt to calm him down. The redhead lets go of Yoongi and walks him to his bed. The both of them sits down on Jimin's fluffy white covers, as Yoongi slowly stops crying, keeping his gaze on the floor. The blonde looks at Jimin after a while again and everything is blurry from his teary eyes.

Yoongi hugs Jimin who lays them down, Yoongi on top hugging Jimin by his neck and Jimin wraps his arms around the olders back. They lie like that for a few moments, and Yoongi finally calms fully down. Jimin suddenly feels small kisses on his neck where Yoongi rested his head. "Y-Yoongi?" Yoongi hums as he keeps leaving small pecks on the younger's neck and throat.

After a while, the blonde turns the small pecks into kisses and then into making love bites on Jimin. "Y-Yoongi," Jimin whines. "You said you were okay with this," Yoongi speaks as he keeps leaving hickeys on Jimin, moving on to mark his collarbone. "I-I am. But, d-do y-you n-not wanna talk a-about it? Instead of d-doing t-this?" "No." Yoongi moves to Jimin's lips and kisses him deeply. Yoongi licks Jimin's bottom lip, wanting him to open his mouth. And Jimin does, and for the first time, they kiss with tongue. And yes, the both of them are enjoying it very much.

The blonde isn't thinking about his family problems anymore, and so he continues to kiss Jimin. Yoongi holds himself up with his hands on his each side of Jimin's face, hovering above him. The older pulls away from Jimin to get some air before he faints. Both of them tries to catch their breath as Yoongi sits on the youngers crotch for a break. "I love you so much," Yoongi says when he can breathe normally again. He touches Jimin's lips with his hands before caressing his cheek. "I l-love y-you too," Jimin replies as he feels butterflies magically enter his stomach.

"Why are you blushing?" Yoongi asks and Jimin lightly hits his own stomach, trying to kill the feeling and the butterflies. "Shut u-up, I-I'm not." Yoongi touches Jimin's forehead and feeling how hot it is, makes his eyes widen. "Jiminie, do you have a fever?" Jimin nods his head no. It's not a stupid fever, it's you. "Are you sure?" the younger nods. "Okay then."

Yoongi sits besides Jimin, making the redhead pout. The younger sits on Yoongi's lap facing him, not knowing where the confidence for that came from. Jimin kisses the older's neck, with care. So gently that Yoongi can barely feel it. "I'm s-sorry, about y-your f-family." Yoongi cubs the younger's face making him look at him. "As long as I have you, I can manage," "But, it's y-your f-family." "I still have my mom, and my dad can go to hell." A tear trickles down from Yoongi's cheek, hating the change on how he talks about his family.

Jimin sees the small tear on the expressionless Yoongi. He kisses Yoongi's lips, before leaving a small hickey on Yoongi's neck, not knowing what the hell he's doing, but Yoongi seems to enjoy it. Yoongi pinches the youngers thigh making him open his mouth, for him to put his tongue inside again. Jimin has already wrapped his legs around Yoongi.

The redhead feels the olders hands travel up his thighs and just as they're about to touch his private area, Jimin's mother decides to call for everyone to the dining room for dinner. Yoongi groans, Such a cockblock, and Jimin sighs. "C-come," Jimin gets off of Yoongi and takes his hand. They walk down the stairs where a lovely smell fills their nostrils. They sit down besides each other with Mrs. Park, JiHyun and Myung on the other side of the table.

"So Ji-" Mrs. Park cuts herself off when she looks at the two boys necks. She feels herself smirk, before continuing what she wanted to say. "I found a speech therapist for you," she gives her son a little smile. Jimin nods and Yoongi looks at him in confusion. "I didn't know you wanted to get a speech therapist." Jimin simply shrugs.

"Yoongi what-" Myung also cuts herself off from surprise when she looks at them both. "Remember to lock your door from now on. I mean if this is gonna keep happening," Myung giggles and Jimin covers his face with his sweater paws. "Are you guy-" "We're n-not to-together, okay?" Jimin says, with a cute annoyed tone making Yoongi smile at his little cute friend.

"Friends with ben-" "N-No!"

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I don't even know...Maybe I'll make Jimin have his first speech therapist session thingy.