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BROOKLYN BRIDGE

I held Jimin's hand in mine as we walked over to the car that was waiting. "Mom, Jimin is coming over so we can talk about all of this, okay?"

She slowly nodded, thankful to see he was fine, but not entirely sure whether she was in support of our  relationship. "Of course, you're welcome anytime."

We both sat in the back seat, cuddling up against each other to say warm. My mom's lips formed a smile after sneaking a glimpse of us through her rearview mirror. We fell into a light sleep as my mother drove back to our house.

"Aurelia, Jimin." She shook both our shoulder once we arrived at my house.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked over at Jimin who was peacefully sleeping on my shoulder. "Isn't he so cute?" I cooed to my mother, who just briefly raised her brows.

"Jimin, baby." I kissed his forehead. "We're here."

"I'm so fucking tired." He lazily mumbled.

"I know." I pouted, before trying to lift him up. "Oh my Jesus, you're so heavy."

Jimin cracked a smile as his eyes slowly opened. I finally got him to get out of the car, and slammed both the doors shut.

"Just take a deep breath." I rubbed Jimin's back as we walked into my house.

We were immediately hit by the warm air. Jimin held onto my hand as we stepped into the living room. The poor baby was so nervous, I could feel him shaking.

I leaned closer toward him. "My dad's really laid back, so don't worry."

"It's not him I'm worried about." He sighed, and I followed his eyes to see him staring at my mom.

"It's okay." I tried to smile, but I knew how hard this could be if it didn't go our way.

"Hey kiddo." My dad ruffled my hair as he walked into the living room. "What's up Jimin, how's life treating you?"

Jimin let out a nervous sigh, before looking over at me. I squeezed his hand for support. "Be yourself."

"Life's alright." Jimin quietly muttered, not being much of a conversation starter.

"So, what's going on?" He looked over at me. "You told me and your mom that you had something to tell us."

"Yeah." I nervously nodded. "I just need you both to really listen to what we have to say." I waited until my mom sat down.

"Shoot for it." My dad chuckled, not thinking that I would have anything serious to bring to the table.

"Well, if you don't already know." I licked my lips, glancing at Jimin and back at my parents. "Me and Jimin are dating."

"You're what." My father gave me a dumbfounded look.

"I'm dating Jimin." I felt his hand become sweaty as he noticed my father's reaction. "He's a really great guy, and I realized that from how much time I've spent with him."

"When did all of this happen?"

"We've liked each other for a long time." I licked my lips. "But we recently started dating just a couple of weeks back."

"Why didn't you tell us?" He lowered his brows.

"B-Because I knew you guys wouldn't support us being together. Back when I hated his guys, I'd tell you only the bad things about him. How he took all sorts of drugs, and failed his classes, and was just this awful person."

I looked at Jimin with tears in my eyes. "I never got to tell you how much of an amazing person he is."

Jimin used the sleeve of his jacket to wipe away the tears that fell onto my cheek. "It's okay baby, don't cry." He whispered, before kissing my shoulder.

"If you wanted to be with him, you could've just told us Aurelia, I would've listened to what you had to say." My father tried to smile, looking at us both.

"That's not all I have to tell you." I let out a deep breath, trying to stop the waterworks that were forming too quickly.

"We're listening baby." My mom encouraged me to keep speaking.

"Me and Jimin wanna live together."

Both their jaws dropped.

"I'm guessing since you didn't say no, it's a yes?" I raised my shoulders in hope for the best.

"Rae." My mother blinked a few times. "You did not just seriously ask us that question."

"Mom." I got up from the couch. "You have to just listen to me, please." I brought my hands together.

"I've heard enough." She shook her head. "I said a relationship is fine, but living together will never, and I mean never, be allowed."

"You can't do this to me." I bit my trembling lip, as my eyes began to water. "Please dad, p-please say something."

"Jimin, come talk to me in the other room." He casually motioned with his hand, while walking outside the door and into the dining room.

Jimin hesitantly got up from the couch, but walked toward me instead. "Rae, listen to me." He tried to speak, but couldn't hear himself over my sobbing.

"No matter what they say, this will all work out in the end." Jimin roughly took my hands in his. "I promise."

I nodded as his lips gently touched mine, before he pulled away. "Wait here for me, okay? and get her some water please." He turned to my mother who was having a hard time seeing me so miserable.

Jimin stepped into the dining room, taking a seat across from my father, who wasn't sure what to think. "Jimin, I need you think wisely with me."

"I am sir." He passionately responded. "I want to be with your daughter. I want to be the guy who loves her and treats her right. She deserves to be happy."

"You think I wouldn't want to see my own daughter happy?" My dad raised his brow. "I don't wanna see her heartbroken. I know exactly what kind of guy you are."

"Your daughter changed me." Jimin lowered his head, looking down at his lap.

"I can see that."

"You can?" Jimin innocently looked up.

"Of course." He nodded. "You know a man loves a girl, if he changes his bad ways just to be with her."

"I love Aurelia." Jimin sternly insisted. "I love her more than anyone."

"Then prove it." My father slammed  his hands against the wooden table. "I need you to prove it Jimin. There needs to be more action than just words, understood?"

"I'll prove it to you sir." Jimin stood out of his seat, staring at my father with determined eyes.

He gave him a satisfied nod, appreciating Jimin's eagerness. I couldn't hear anything they said from the living room, as my mom refused to let me spy.

My mother and I both looked up at once, when the door was pushed open. Jimin's eyes fell on mine as he stood beside me. I couldn't read his face at all, it was like he wasn't carrying any emotions, making this even harder for me.

"Well?" I blurted out, not patient enough to wait for one of them to speak.

My mother crossed her legs as she waited for my father to say the words no. I bit my lip as I looked over to Jimin and back at my dad.

"Rae." My father sighed as he looked at the floor.

I wanted to cry right then and there. His little sigh gave his answer away, making everything else just pointless to listen to.

"I suggest you pack your bags, since graduation's tomorrow." 

My lips parted as I turned to Jimin with widened eyes. "r-really?"

Jimin nodded, softly smiling while he watched my eyes carefully. He used his thumb to wipe my tears before they landed on my cheek."I never break my promises." He whispered, before kissing my head.

I could've sworn my mom was passed out on the floor, because she would've been screaming and cursing at my father for saying yes.

"Thank you so much!" I raced into my dad's arms, hugging him like a clingy three year old. "I could never repay you, thank you thank you thank you, thank you, th—"  

"Go celebrate before your mom wakes up." My dad pushed us both upstairs. "—and I'm not talking about your version of celebrating either."

"I'm a virgin dad." I gave him a forced smile.

"I know you are." He looked at me before averting his gaze to Jimin, making us both start laughing.

"That's in the past." Jimin pointed out. "I'm a new person now, remember?"

"Oh, I remember." My dad rolled his eyes, before walking over to my mother who was still on the floor, holding the cross around her neck.

"Don't mind her." I shrugged it off. "She thinks every boy is the devil."

"Well isn't that nice to know." Jimin raised his brows, before he followed me up to my room.

"How did you do it?" I slowly shook my head, still not wrapping my head around the fact that Jimin and I would be living together the next day.

"I worked my magic." He viciously rubbed his hands together, before I jokingly punched his arm.

"I can't believe you're abusing me after I helped you." He slapped my ass, like that was any better.

"Now you're doing it!" I giggled, while pointing to the hand that rested on my behind.

"It belongs there." He tried to defend himself.

"So, you'd be okay if I put my hand on your ass?" I raised my brow, cracking a smile as he gave me a confused stare.

"I mean—" he shrugged his shoulders. "That's not where it's supposed to be, but if that's what you're into, then I guess you can—hell to the fucking no, you can't touch my ass." His lips formed a straight line.

I fell back onto the bad, laughing until I couldn't breathe. "I-I thought you were being serious, and then y-you just—"

"I didn't understand a word you just said." Jimin pursed his lips. "You sounded like a baby high on cocaine."

"What baby does cocaine?" I gave him a weird look while continuing to uncontrollably laugh.

"I know a few." He mumbled, pulling me closer to his body.

"Can you believe we'll be living together?" I quietly asked as I sunk into his comforting arms.

"We need some house rules." Jimin spoke in a low voice as he licked his lips. "No sleeping in separate beds, no pets, no waking up in anything but a bra and underwear, no clothes on past eleven, no s—

"Alright Park Jimin, so when do I get to make my rules for you?" I looked up at his glistening eyes.

"Go for it." He teasingly pinched my waist.

"Let's see—" I pretended to think. "You must be wearing more than just your boxers, no cursing while I'm in the room. No taking drugs in the bathroom, no jacking off in our bedroom—"

"Why are you smirking?" I lowered my brows.

"You just know me so well." He softly chuckled.

"I mean, I've known you for so many years, but I never got the chance to fully know you until now."

"I think it's better this way." He kissed my cheek, before moving over to my lips. "There's no way in hell, I was your first kiss."

"Why's that so hard to believe?" I whispered as I was lost in his eyes.

"Because you're such a good fucking kisser." He licked his lips before pressing them against mine.

I love the way Jimin kissed me. He really put all of his passion into every single kiss he gave. It didn't matter whether it was aggressive or soft, because either way, it felt beyond amazing. I tugged at his bottom lip, before he came in with some tongue.

Jimin pulled away, to watch my reaction go from lustful to frustrated.

"I had a feeling you'd do something like that." I twisted his pierced nipple.

"Fuck." He cursed while holding the sore spot. "I can't take it being here anymore. Just rip it out!"

"Wait til I tell my parents I pierced your nipple." I almost cackled at his angry expression.

"Wait till I tell them I fu—"

I covered his mouth with my hand, laughing as he roughly pushed me onto my back. I put my hands out, holding his chest back. I knew this guy well enough to know that he's only playing around.

"I'm so scared." I stuck my tongue out as stood up on the bed.

"We'll see about that." Jimin smirked, before tackling me to the bed like a fucking wrestler.

"Touch down bitch." He threw a pillow at my head, holding his hands out as he waiting for me to jump into his arms.

"You wanna go again?" He casually asked.

"Yeah." I cheerfully smiled. "How weird is it that I'm asking you to tackle me and actually enjoying it?"

"Not weird at all—now get ready." He lifted me into his arms, and quickly pecked my lips for good luck.

I screamed as he was getting ready to throw me.

"S-Sorry." I held my chest while helplessly laughing like an idiot. "I'm scared now that I'm doing it for the second time."

"Man up." He spat.

"Should we do a chest bump?" I suggested as he set me down.

"You sure that's a good idea?" Jimin confidently glanced down at my boobs, before looking at his painful piercing.

"Man up." I mocked his voice.

"Whatever you say..." He said with a I warned you tone.

I stood against the other side of the room, cracking my knuckles as I tried to prepare myself for this.

"Ready?" He lifted his hand to countdown.

"Let's do this." I gave him a quick nod, before we both came running towards each other.

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My parents slowly glanced at one another as they heard a loud thud from upstairs. My dad sighed, before looking at my mother. "You wanna go up there?"

"Yeah, Just hand me that baseball bat."

A/N : djdbhdjdhidjd one last chapter holyshit I'm trying not to cry but um—I'm doing it anyways.

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