JIMIN'S HOUSE

Jimin quickly raced through his yard, until he finally found his old bicycle. He hasn't used this thing since he got hit by that taxi. Needless to say, it wasn't in the best condition to use.

"I'm coming Sora!" Jimin cheered as he sped away on the old looking bicycle.

"Oh shit, what is that?" Jimin scrunched his nose when he felt something cold on his ass. He looked down and realized his seat came off. All he was left with was a metal stick. "Fuck!" He screamed out as when he went over the sidewalk.

"Hey man, your seat fell of—"

"I fucking know that." Jimin narrowed his eyes as he waited by the stoplight.

"If you hand onto the back of my car, I can drive you to where you need to go. You'll get there faster." He offered.

Jimin took zero seconds to think about it and let his bike fall to the ground. "Okay, how are we gonna do this?" He cracked his knuckles.

"I'll take the address from you." The guy extended his hand for the slip of paper. "—and you just hang on from the bottom of the car.

"Wait—I don't see why I can't just sit in the back seat?" Jimin lowered his brows.

"It's not fun that way, man." He harshly patted his back.

"You're right." Jimin clapped his hands together as he let out a deep breath. "Let's fucking do this!"

"That's what I'm talking about!" The guy cheered, and waited for Jimin to hang on the bottom of his car. "You ready?"

"I was born ready bitch!"

Jimin screamed as soon as the light turned green and the car raced forward. They swerved through lanes, and took two million turns, until he finally arrived at Sora's front door.

The engine stopped, and the driver opened the car door. "You good man?!"

Jimin struggled to lift his thumbs, before falling on his back. His face was covered with dark patches of smoke, and his back was lightly scratched from the pavement being so close to the low car.

"That was fucking insane!" The guy went wild as he picked Jimin up from the floor, and grabbed both of his shoulders. "You're a legend, man!"

"Yeah—" Jimin groaned as he rubbed his back.

"See you dude." He jumped in his truck and drove away. Jimin limped to Sora's front door and held both of the stairs railing for support. "I swear, if she's at Church—"

"Hi, can I help you?" An middle aged woman asked, and he was guessing that was her mother.

"Uh, yeah. I'm looking for Sora." Jimin still spoke like he was pain, but tried his best to hide it.

"Why would you need to see—"

"Jimin?" Sora lowered her brows as she appeared next to her mother. "Oh my gosh, what happened, are you alright?"

"It's nothing." Jimin tried shrugging his shoulders but that only made the pain worse. "Just a muscle cramp."

"You got in a car accident, didn't you?" Sora pulled him by his wrist and dragged him inside. "Sit here while I get the first aid kit."

"Sora, I'm fine." Jimin did his best to convince her but his slight movements told her otherwise. "You don't need to do all that." He lowered his brows at the box of medical supplies she brought over.

"Mom, would you bring me some warm water in a bowl please." Sora kindly asked her mother who's still confused as hell. "Thanks." She grabbed the bowl from her hands and set it down on the stool.

"Are you gonna tell me what happened?" Sora lowered her brows as she grabbed a cotton pad, drenching it with the warm water.

Jimin sighed as tried to think of what to say. If he told her the truth, she'd call him an idiot. But she would feel bad if he told her he got in a car crash.

Being the good kid he truly is, he decided to lie.

"I—um, i got hit by a car." Jimin wanted to crack up at his own lie, but managed to keep a straight face.

"You poor thing." Sora pouted as she brought the cotton pad to his face, and gently wiped the black smoke away. "Your arms are all scratched up too, how's your back?"

"Uh, it's doing well." Jimin gave her the weakest response, and once again, she didn't believe him.

Sora frowned as she stood up. "Take off your shirt Jimin, you're seriously injured."

"Sora, I promise you, I'm fine." Jimin pleaded. "I don't need all this—HOLY FUCKING SHIT, OKAY IT HURTS IT HURTS." He screamed out in pain while Sora twisted his arm behind his back.

"Now stop complaining, and let me fix you." She crossed her arms, waiting for Jimin to do his part.

He groaned in defeat, and lifted his shirt off of his head. "Now, turn around." Sora spun her finger.

Jimin gave her an annoyed glare, before slowly turning the other way. Sora's raised both of her brows once she saw his back. "What. Is. That?"

"Don't judge me for it, I got it when I was 15." He crossed his arms.

"What is that even supposed to be?" Sora titled her head as she felt his smooth skin.

"A dinosaur."

"But it looks like a..."

"Yeah, I know." Jimin sighed. "That's why you should never get a tattoo from a drunk guy."

"Have you ever though about getting something to cover it up?" Sora asked while she brought the pad up to his scratches.

"I don't know what to put over it." He shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe I should tattoo your pretty little face on there."

"I would actually kill you." Sora scoffed as she  reached for the alcohol. "This might sting, just a little."

"Go for it, nothing beats getting hit by a car." Jimin silently laughed at his own inside joke.

She pressed the cotton to his scratch, after soaking it in alcohol. Jimin calmly shut his eyes, as he took the pain in. "I'm good." He reassured. "Keep going."

Her lips curved into a subtle smile as she watched him close his eyes again. She wanted him to know how cute he was being, but she never told him.

"You're all set." Sora gently turned him by his shoulders and patted his stomach. "Now find yourself a shirt, before my mother kills you."

Jimin picked up his clothes from the floor, and pulled his shirt over his head. "Thanks for, you know, helping me.."

"No problem." She shrugged her shoulders. "That's what friends are for, right?"

"Right." Jimin mumbled as he followed her into the living room. "That's a nice place you've got Misses um, whatever your last name is."

Sora's mother lowered her brows as she watched him sit on one of her couches. "Who are you, and why are you in my house?"

"I'm you're daughters friend, Jimin." He extended his hand, but she passed on that one. "Okay then.. uh, I wanted to visit Sora and see how she was."

"He's active with the church." Sora smiled as she crossed her legs. "Isn't that right Jimin?"

"Yeah." He quickly nodded and gave them both a nervous laugh. "I love Jesus and all his relatives."

The woman choked on her tea as she set it aside on the table. "Just because I said you had to marry an Asian, that didn't mean you had to get yourself the dumbest one."

"Mom." Sora's jaw dropped as she folded her arms against her chest. "Jimin's the friendliest guy I've ever met. Don't talk about him like that."

"Really?" Jimin looked over at Sora with glistening eyes before a shoe was thrown at his head.

"Don't look at my daughter with those eyes, you twisted delinquent!" She held her other shoe in her hand, ready to aim.

"Maybe now isn't a good time to tell you." Jimin stood up to avoid being hit by another shoe.

"Tell me what?" Sora's eyes softened as she held onto his wrist, to keep him from leaving.

"Do you know where Long Meadow is?" Jimin tried to whisper so that the crazy mother wouldn't hear.

"Yeah, I know where that is." Sora innocently nodded as she looked up at him.

"Meet me there tonight." Jimin quietly said while Sora listened. "Bring a blanket. It's cold at night."

"Okay." Sora whispered as her cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

Another shoe came flying towards Jimin's head, as he successfully dodged it. He rushed out the front door and raced back home.

—

"Jungkook, are you nervous?" His mother pinched his cheeks.

"Mom." Jungkook widened his eyes. "You better not do that while she's here."

"So, we cant show her any baby pictures?" She crossed her arms, and Jungkook slowly shook his head.

"Faye could be here any minute." Jungkook bit his lip as he glanced at the clock. "What if she doesn't like the food? What if dad starts embarrassing me with weird questions? What if—"

"Stop with the what if 's." Misses Jeon snapped as she straightened her blouse. "She's a sweet girl, so I'm sure she'll like everything.

"You're right." Jungkook sighed while he ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm just scared of what she'll think of me."

"Me and your father can definitely help you with that." She stood out of her chair. "Walter—!"

"Mom, no." Jungkook crossed his hands back and forth. "He's so embarrassing. Please don't let him say anything!"

"Oh you're so over dramatic." She shoved him away with her hand. "Walter, hurry up, the girl's almost here!"

"I'm here, I'm here." He rushed down the stairs and spread his arms out. "What do you think?"

Jungkook blinked a couple times. "Dad, why are you wearing your Elvis costume?"

"Oh, let him wear it." His mother slapped his arm with a kitchen rag.

"Oh my God, you guys are so embarrassing." He covered his eyes with his hands. "Are you trying to chase her away from me?"

"Maybe—" Walter choked when his wife nudged him in the ribs.

"We would never do that." Misses Jeon tried to say, but Jungkook was already convinced otherwise.

The doorbell rang before he could argue, and all of them froze. "I guess I'll get it." Walter wiggled his brows as he walked towards the door.

"No." Jungkook grabbed a fistful of his hair as he mentally cringed. His mom chuckled to herself as she listened to her husband try and use dad jokes with Faye.

"Why don't you come inside— Faye, is it?"

"Yeah, that's me." She brightly smiled and pointed to herself.

"Jungkook, you're da—friend is here." Mr Jeon closed the behind, and lead her into the kitchen.

"I'm gonna kill him—hey." Jungkook changed the tone of his voice as soon as he saw Faye. "So, you met my dad, huh?"

"Yeah." Faye chuckled, as she glanced over her shoulder. "He's super funny."

"R-Really?" Jungkook raised his brow while his lips slightly parted.

"They're like the perfect parents." She playfully nudged him. "How'd they end up with a kid like you."

"Good one." His lips curved into a smirk. "—but I'll get you back for that."

"You can't prank me in front of your parents." She whispered while glancing up at him.

Jungkook's expression changed as he looked down at Faye. His heart was aching; eyes burning with a passionate urge to press his lips against hers.

Faye looked him up and down, before giving him a subtle grin. "Maybe you can give me a house tour later." She turned away from him, leaving the boy flustered and speechless.

"Who's ready for some food?" Misses Jeon asked as she finished setting up the table.

"I'm starving." Faye brought her hands together as she sat across from Jungkook. "Thanks." She took the glass of water from Misses Jeon's hand, before giving her a friendly smile. "Thanks for all the food Misses and Mr Jeon. I'm really happy to be here."

"Of course." Walter nodded while he chewed on a piece of his steak. "The real question is... how did you two even meet each other?"

Faye glanced over at Jungkook and they started to chuckle.

"What?" His father looked around the room, as him and his wife were confused. "What's so funny." He raised his brow.

"It's just—" Faye paused as she looked into Jungkook's eyes. "—an interesting story."