the next morning was full of tension. mrs park cooked jimin's favourite breakfast, in hope to lighten the mood, but the two of them sat eating in silence, jimin not sparing his mother any glances.

"jimin i am really sorry, i know i shouldn't of hit you" mrs park watched jimin silently eat his breakfast, wondering if the boy was even listening to her. "and you're my son and i do love you, you know that right?"

jimin placed his knife and fork in the centre of his clean plate, he then stood up and walked out of the kitchen, into the living room keeping his eyes glued to the floor not wanting to look at his so-called-mother. he picked up his phone - which was placed on the couch - and trotted upstairs.

after changing out of his pyjamas he threw on yoongi's hoodie and a pair of sweats, as he couldn't care about his appearance that day. he ran downstairs and headed towards the front door, his mother watching from the couch.

"where do you think you're going?" mrs park asked, knowing yoongi was the only reason the boy left the house, he hated the outside world and would rather rot away in his bedroom.

"somewhere" jimin said bluntly.

"jimin, i know i was hard on you yesterday. but you heard what i said, no more seeing yoongi" mrs park said sternly. an apologetic smile on her glossed lips.

"why?!" jimin shouted, storming over into the connected living room.

"because he likes you, and i don't want him around you" mrs park shouted louder, her apologetic look soon disappearing into the famous stern-disappointed-mum-face.

"we don't like each other...its just we're special to each other" jimin admitted, suddenly feeling small and shy.

"tragic" mrs park said with a bored tone, getting up and heading into the kitchen.

jimin huffed and stormed upstairs, he was trapped in the pleasant - yet mortifying - comfort of his home that he shared with her. he jumped onto his bed admired yoongi's hoodie, even though it was plain black it was ever-so precious to him.

jimin felt a familiar tingle in his butt. he pulled out his phone and saw an endless screen full of yoongi's name; fifteen missed calls and fifty messages. due to jimin being a lazy shit he decided to call the older.

"hello...?"

"jimin! i thought you died oh my god!"

"okay..."

"i sound so clingy, i apologise"

jimin laughed into the phone finding clingy yoongi cute.

"it's fine why'd you spam me?"

"did you not read any of my messages?!"

"nope..."

"you dick wipe, i wanted to talk about yesterday~"

jimin froze and remembered the event of yesterday evening, their tongues exploring each others mouth, the pathetic whimpers he let leave his swollen lips. he cringed and felt ashamed of himself; the fact another male could have that affect on him made him want to curl up and die.

"oh um what about it...?"

"i liked kissing you~"

jimin listened to yoongi giggled threw the receiver, he cringed again and sighed.

"did you not like it? did i kiss you wrong? oh god!"

"no...i liked it"

"then why do you sound so angsty?"

"because you're the one who kissed me..."

after hearing a silence jimin hung up and threw his phone to the side of him. of course he felt bad but he felt disgusted with himself and had to pin the blame on someone else; that being yoongi.

—

after an hour of tossing and turning and regretting the day he had crossed paths with the older, jimin heard a tap on his window. jimin rolled his eyes as he stood up, dragging himself over to his windowsill he then sat and looked down meeting eyes with a smiley looking yoongi.

"jimin! there's someone here to see you!" mrs park called from downstairs a forced smile plastered on her plump lips.

jimin huffed and scurried downstairs.

"hello~" yoongi smiled a slight blush present on his pale cheeks.

"hi..." jimin said in a bored yet shy tone.

mrs park stood watching the two, noting everything yoongi did to her son.

"let's talk somewhere else" jimin said, giving his mother a glare.

jimin took hold of yoongi's larger hands, leading him through the kitchen and into the garden, the two sat on two deck chairs near the pool edge.

"so...." yoongi said nudging jimin's shoulder.

"yoongi...i'm not allowed to see you anymore" jimin said lowly, leaning his head against the olders slim shoulders.

"why?!" yoongi exclaimed.

"because my mum found out about stuffs..." jimin mumbled as his cheeks flushed.

"oh"

"yeah"

the two sat in silence, jimin's eyes studying the cyan shade of liquid glisten in the pool, whilst yoongi stroked the youngers head looking down at him to make sure he was okay.

"yoongi..?" jimin asked, looking up at the older with wide eyes.

"mmm?" yoongi hummed, looking down at the boy.

"i like you... but in a non-friend way" jimin admitted, feeling the familiar butterflies attack his stomach and heat spread across his chubby cheeks.

"really?!" yoongi said excitedly studying the shorter.

"yes" jimin replied, his cheeks turning a bright red colour.

"can we kiss again?" yoongi asked shyly, he loved the sweet taste of the youngers lips.

jimin nodded, closing his eyes waiting for yoongi to make a move. yoongi put his arms around jimin's slim waist, pulling the boy towards him, as he slowly moved his lips closer to jimin's, yoongi took in the boys beauty before smiling, moving up the last half inch so their lips could touch.

"jimin?!"

the two males quickly pulled away from each other, their cheeks burning bright with embarrassment, jimin covered his face with his hands and yoongi sat awkwardly in the chair.

mrs park's face boiled; her nostrils flaring, her eye twitching, her mouth slurring curse words under her breath as she stormed over to the flushed pair.

"go" jimin shouted pushing yoongi by the arm, his eyes were glossy as if tears were about to spill.

"but―"

"please go..."

yoongi pecked the boys burning cheek and ran, his small legs sprinting over to the painted garden fence which he easily hopped over. jimin watched before being ragged at the arm by his mother. her face was scrunched up and her hands closed into fists– little did they know yoongi was peeking through the small cracks in the fence, witnessing the whole scene.

"you promised me you didn't like him anymore, you said yourself you didn't like him!" mrs park screamed, tears clouding in the corners of her eyes.

jimin was fed up of denying the fact he was in love with the boy, he had nothing to say and let his 'mother' go on.

"i thought you'd grow up and i'd see you get married to a beautiful girl, and i'd have grandchildren but you just threw that all away!" she screamed tears falling from her aged eyes.

"i'm sorry!" jimin cried, he didn't know why but he felt some-what guilty.

she once again brought her hand down onto the boys flushed cheek - the one yoongi had just kissed - and watched as her weeping son scurry into their house. again she immediately regretted the action, but it was the only way she felt let jimin know how disgusting his attractions were.

yikes

btw this rumour thing, if my books or profile become inappropriate or something it's not me

but shit we left the eu and now i'm fucking scared ;–;