last chapter, yoongi noticed taehyung as the guy from jeongguk's wallpaper. "how did he not think of it as jimin instead?! they're twins!" well, yoongi didn't know about taehyung. he guessed it was jimin on jeongguk's phone but jeongguk would always go, "no. that's not jimin." and be all pissy and yoongi would go, "okay fine it's not jimin, just a guy who suspiciously looks like jimin." and yeah. oops. plot hole. but the twins still have distinguishable features.

hearing quiet giggles, yoongi blinked, the figure in front of him slowly becoming clear to his eyes.

his mind was wrong when it came to thinking it was jimin. upon examining the person, it was a little girl, around the age of 4, with similar colored hair to jimin's, staring down at yoongi with a wide smile and eyes that sparkled like stars. yoongi smiled at the girl, or at least it felt like he did.

"hi," yoongi greeted in a low, whisper toned, raspy voice. yoongi hummed, thinking for a bit. "you must be... yejin, right?"

the little girl stared at him in shock, letting out a small gasp and stepping back. with the girl now gone in front of him, yoongi sat up, rubbing his eyes.

"how did you know, mister?" the girl, yejin, asked, staring at yoongi in awe.

yoongi chuckled, deciding to play along. "don't tell anyone, okay?" he whispered, looking around the room-- no jimin -- and turning back to yejin, gesturing for her to come closer. and she did, eyes full of curiosity as yoongi leaned in and whispered in her ear,

"i'm psychic."

yejin stepped back, eyes wide and head nodding continuously. she brought her pinched fingers up to her mouth, dragging it across her lips in a zipper matter. "your secret's safe with me!" she promised, holding out her pinkie. yoongi resisted the urge to chuckle at the cute sight, complying with the pinkie promise. as yejin pulled back, a curious look made its way up to her face once more, eyes focused on yoongi.

"hey, mister, who are you?"

before yoongi could open his mouth to speak, the door and the bathroom door burst open at the same time.

at the door was a tall male who had a slight resemblance to jimin. "hey, yejin, you-- wait, who are you?"

on the other hand, jimin was standing by the bathroom door, towel around his waist, practically half naked. "yoongi, i just took a shower, are you-- oh my god. jinyoung. yejin."

the guy at the door, jinyoung, stared back and fourth at jimin and yoongi, clearly confused. "jiminie," he looked at jimin, gesturing towards yoongi. "who's he?"

"that's my kweshon!" yejin crossed her arms, moving towards jinyoung, who picked her up and ruffled her hair.

"i'm," jimin paused, "he's... uh. can we, ah, talk about this downstairs?" he asks, holding onto the towel covering his lower body, giving jinyoung a pleading look.

jinyoung sighed after a few seconds, giving yoongi a small glare, in which the latter slightly recoiled at.

"fine. be down for lunch in ten." jinyoung scoffed, turning to leave the room, yejin waving at yoongi over jinyoung's shoulder, and yoongi smiled, waving back. once jinyoung shut the door behind him, jimin turned to yoongi with a tired expression.

"wowza," yoongi remarked.

jimin hummed, striding over to his closet and digging in for some clothes. "wanna take a shower? it'll feel refreshing. you don't have to. obviously." he muttered the last few parts, still looking for some clothes and not looking at yoongi.

yoongi fell back against the bed, staring at the ceiling. "no thanks. i'm okay."

"okay, don't look." jimin said, grasping his clothes. yoongi did the exact opposite, turning to his side and staring at jimin, locks of his mint hair falling to the front of his face. jimin, of course, noticed this and flushed. "yoongi, look away." jimin whined.

"change in the bathroom."

"it's too hot in there."

"well, damn," yoongi sighed, turning away and facing the bed's headboard. he listened to the shuffling sounds, a few whimpers from jimin, figuring that jimin had difficulty in putting his sport shorts on or something. after a while, he heard jimin huff, muttering a small, "done."

sitting up, yoongi looked to his side, watching as jimin dumped his nearby discarded dirty clothes into the laundry basket.

"change into something comfortable," jimin said, turning to yoongi, expression slightly nervous, but it was barely visible unless you squint. "i'll meet you downstairs." jimin headed for the door.

yoongi's eyes widened, arm extended out at jimin, "wait a fucking second!" jimin turned to him, blinking. yoongi choked, "you're just going to leave me here?"

what happened to your chill, yoongi.

"yeah. i wanna go downstairs and get cookies."

"wait for me." yoongi frowned.

"what am i, your mom? you'll be fine, just head straight for the sofa, next to me. avoid my dad's gaze at all cost and my mom's probably busy in the kitchen."

"nice tips." yoongi said, sarcasm present in his voice, getting up to grab his bag. jimin gave him a peace sign gesture, before walking out of the room, leaving yoongi alone.

— — —

(very weirdly described sofa scene, coming through)

yoongi stared at the stairs, taking a deep breath as he descended, fingers tugging at the ends of his sweater.

of course, jimin was sitting near the end of the sofa, focused on the television, looking bored. on the individual couch sat a man, older than them, obviously jimin's dad, who was staring intently at the television. yoongi strode towards jimin, quickly, but not aggressive enough to make a sound, sitting down on one edge of the sofa, next to the younger. jimin turned to his side, blinked at yoongi and avoided flinching when yoongi's arm snaked around jimin's shoulder, the latter slowly leaning into the touch. jimin raised his legs, resting them on the cushion, fully leaning against yoongi.

yoongi lowered his head, near jimin's ear. "aren't you supposed to be helping with lunch or something?" he asked, sending shivers down jimin's spine.

"no," jimin replied. "that's taehyung's job."

yoongi chuckled, the action lightly tickling jimin. a few moments pass by, the two (and an additional, being jimin's father, who was awfully silent) were just waiting for jimin's mom to call them all to the table, until yoongi suddenly freezes at playing with jimin's hair.

"hey," yoongi whispered, low enough for only the two of them to hear each other. "aren't i supposed to say hi to your dad--"

"don't," jimin said, voice firm. "taehyung told him. about you. i told them i'd introduce you over lunch."

"oh," yoongi let out a breath he's apparently been holding all this time, despite still feeling jimin's dad's gaze on him. "okay."

as if the gods wanted them to suffer, they heard a voice from the kitchen call out, "lunch is ready!"

to yoongi's surprise, a figure whizzed pass them, before the couple could even stand. it was jimin's father, rushing towards the kitchen. yoongi watched before the man disappeared into the kitchen, yoongi turning to jimin with a puzzled look.

"preparing his death glare," jimin shrugged, "just for you."

"fuck," yoongi bit his lip. "why am i so nervous all of a sudden?" he said, grabbing jimin's hand as the latter pushed him up.

"my anxiousness vanished all of a sudden, hyung," jimin grinned, "weird."

"let's just go. this is making me worry."

"yeah," jimin said, holding his hand out. "wanna make this convincing, or screw it?"

yoongi sighed, taking jimin's hand, gesturing towards the doorway with his free hand. "lead the way, babe."

jimin should've gotten used to it by this point, but still blushed at yoongi's words, before dragging him towards the kitchen. as they entered the room, silence engulfed their atmosphere, yoongi trying not to groan. everyone was seated, mrs. park telling yejin something; the oldest, jinyoung, sitting next to the little girl, his eyes trained on yoongi. mr. park sat at one end of the table, near his wife, of course, looking very chill that yoongi didn't know if he were somewhat pissed or just really chill. taehyung was on his phone, sitting to the left side of two empty seats, probably reserved for jimin and yoongi.

[here is a very (aju) nice and accurate drawing of the scene because i felt the need to do this]

jimin dragged yoongi towards those said seats, both quietly taking their places, jimin clearing his throat, the rest of his family automatically turning towards him.

"erm, mom, dad, jinyoung, et cetera," he gestured towards yoongi. "this is min yoongi. my boyfriend."

mr. park almost winced at the words.

"ahm, hello," yoongi greeted, his own voice sounding small in his ears. "thank you for having me. i'm min yoongi." but you already knew that... he mentally slapped himself, as he bowed slightly.

"oh?" mrs. park said, an expression of curiosity lingering on her face. yoongi thought her voice sounded warm, light-- just, really nice. "jimin, honey, i thought you--"

"mom," jimin interrupted her with a cough, glancing at yoongi. "i'll tell you later."

mrs. park slowly nodded, curious expression already gone, a smile making its way towards her lips. she turned towards yoongi with a welcoming grin. "jimin did promise he'd bring his boyfriend over for christmas break. you must be the one staying at the dorms during holiday?" she politely asked, and yoongi shyly nodded in response. mrs. park grinned; it was almost infectious. "well dear, you're, of course, welcome to stay! this is now your home as well, okay? any friend of jimin is apart of the family. make yourself at home!"

"thanks," yoongi smiled.

mrs. park nodded happily, "okay, let's eat, everyone?" she suggested.

"mama, yes, i'm hungry!" yejin exclaimed, earning chuckles from all around the table, everyone but mr. park.

ah, yes, mr. park.

whilst everybody ate their food, some in silence, the different ones being jinyoung and taehyung's constant bickering, mr. park also ate in silence. yoongi was glad that the interrogation hasn't begun yet, but was worried because hell, he can feel mr. park shoot him looks that felt like daggers every now and then. yoongi didn't know whether to look up or not, so he gently placed his hand against jimin's thigh, the latter letting out a little gasp, almost choking on the water he had been drinking. he turned to yoongi with a slightly annoyed, what-do-you-want-please-stop look. yoongi leaned near jimin's ear, and it felt all too familiar.

"your dad keeps staring at me." yoongi informed the younger.

"don't mind it," jimin told him, but it was more of a question, as he wasn't sure what to do.

yoongi hummed, "hey, pretend to stab yourself with the knife."

"wh-- are you insane?" jimin hissed into yoongi's ear.

"do it."

jimin groaned quietly, holding the knife and brushing it against his other hand, making it look as if it had really scraped him, but it didn't actually. a late reaction, but he yelped, dropping the knife on his plate, hissing in pretend.

everybody turned towards him, mr. park standing up slightly, "jimin--" yoongi thought his voice was deep, but not too deep, similar to namjoon's.

but everybody froze at the sight of yoongi worriedly grabbing jimin's hands, examining the place that the younger'd accidentally scraped, caressing the hand. "babe, you okay?" yoongi asked, frowning, "you're sorta bleeding." he turned to mrs. park, politely asking for a band aid, watching for a while as she rushed out of the kitchen. jimin almost flinched at the feeling of something cold against the supposedly scraped part. looking down, he noticed how yoongi had rubbed a bit of ketchup onto the spot. looking up, yoongi smirked at him, jimin's gaze averting towards taehyung, who was looking at him over yoongi's shoulder worriedly.

soon enough, mrs. park came back with the band aid, yoongi thanking her and placing it on jimin's wound, lunch resuming with jinyoung being silent, yejin talking about her friends, taehyung smiling and remarking at the youngest's stories, mrs. park happily talking to her daughter, mr. park being quiet as he had stopped observing yoongi, and the table's 'couple' eating silently as their fingers were intertwined under the table, none of them bothering to pull away.

either they forgot or they were doing it on purpose.

whatever it was, lunch ended soon. taehyung ended up helping mrs. park with the dishes, yejin forcefully dragged jinyoung upstairs to play with her (the older was complaining, wanting to read a book instead, but how could he deny the youngest's requests?), mr. park excusing himself to the living room, and yoongi following jimin up the stairs, hands still locked together.

— — —

yoongi plopped down on the bed, sighing. "that was fine, right? it was, right?"

jimin hummed, sitting down in front of his desk, spinning on his chair so he could face yoongi. "i think."

"what do you mean, 'i think?'"

"jinyoung was sorta quiet after the knife incident. t'was weird. he'd usually talk to taehyung about manga or something."

"um."

"dad was definitely acting weird, like i thought he would. he's probably deciding whether or not you're a good guy. for me. if you're good for me."

"we're faking it, but if this were real, you know i'd be good for you."

jimin blushed, spinning around on his chair, not stopping until his feelings calmed the fuck down. "yeah, uh, sure," he coughed. "mom's nice, right?" he sighed, "i'll have some explaining to do later..."

yoongi nodded.

"...we have this thing around 5 noon, when we go to the living room and just hang out as a family. you're sorta family now, so you'll have to join. before that, she'll probably ask me about my ex," jimin bit his lip, "then she'll ask how we met during the family bonding time. gotta prepare."

yoongi groaned. "this is easy. easy."

jimin shrugged, "you're doing fine," he said, giving the older a reassuring glance. "hey, you're sure this is okay? i'm sorry for asking you to be my fake boyfriend."

"it's fine." yoongi said. "i mean, hey, free coffee."

yoongi turned to his side, smiling at jimin, and the latter smiled back. but jimin felt a bit uncomfortable, words chanting in his head, for himself. for himself. for himsel--

until there was a knock at the door, a muffled voice calling out, "son?"

yoongi sat up, rubbing the side of his arm, watching as jimin got up from his place and opened the door slightly so only he could see the person outside. yoongi tried not to look, but he saw half of the figure poking out of their place, and his eyes widened slightly when it hit him that it was obviously mr. park.

it also startled him when jimin gently closed the door, rushing to yoongi, grabbing his hands.

"hey, what are you--"

"get out there."

jimin said it so urgently, yoongi's eyes widening. "why--"

"dad wants to talk to you."

it's as if fate hates him.

"what? why--"

"go."

"jimin--"

"go. it'll be okay."

"babe--"

jimin blushed. "go, you shit." he hissed.

yoongi stood reluctantly, fixing his sweater, trying to flatten the crumpled spots on it, fixing his hair a bit, taking a deep breath. glancing at jimin, who was giving him a reassuring look, he walked over to the door, slowly opening it and walking out, gently closing it behind him. mr. park was leaning against the wall, eyes now focused on yoongi.

"hello, mr. park... you, uh, wanted to talk to me?"

"yes," mr. park stood straight, coughing into his fist. "listen, yoongi, is it?" yoongi nodded at that, "i'm sure it was... jimin, ah, when he broke up with his previous boyfriend. i'm sure it was hard on him, were you there for him?"

"yes, sir," yoongi replied firmly. "i'm not supposed to tell you, but he cried over it," half lie, half truth. he was supposed to follow their made up story, in which yoongi supposedly found jimin crying on the boys' dorm staircase. half true, however, because of the events at hoseok's party. so the answer was okay, perhaps. maybe. more on the true side, though. "i... found him crying. comforted him. i was there for him, i can assure you, sir." yoongi said, nodding.

"good," mr. park stated. "good. you're a good kid, you know?"

"i... what?"

"jimin's ex," mr. park frowned slightly, "i'm not sure what happened between them. him and my son. jimin never tells us anything that happens over at your college. strayed away from the family. when he's home for the holidays, that's when he'll ever tell us anything. if we force him to. only way i found out about him getting a boyfriend is because we're close with his ex's family and all that. i own a cafe, if you don't know. his ex used to work there. well, not used to, but..." he trailed off, and yoongi raised an eyebrow.

"what?" yoongi muttered, honestly clueless.

mr. park sighed, putting his hand on yoongi's shoulder. "you're a good kid. you're good for jimin. i can see that you really care. more than the other kid did, that is." mr. park looked at yoongi straight in the eyes, glare fixed on his face. yoongi felt chills run down his spine. "don't break his heart." mr. park firmly said, his arm falling back to his side.

yoongi nodded once, twice. "yes. sir. never. i..." he sighed, "i love jimin. i would never leave him." he said it almost inaudibly, and almost absentmindedly-- it scared him, the words coming out of his mouth, that is.

"good." was all mr. park said, nodding at the carpeted floor. "good. well, i'll leave you to it." he glanced at jimin's room's door, just over yoongi's shoulder-- yoongi noticed his glance, of course-- and then back at yoongi, "don't do anything i wouldn't do."

it took yoongi a moment, until it clicked, a light red shade covering his cheeks, shaking his head 'no' continuously. "no way, sir, we haven't-- never, i'm--"

mr. park barked out a laugh, stunning yoongi a bit.

"just messing with you, kid." mr. park nodded at yoongi, who slightly nodded back as he watched the older man walk towards the staircase, figure descending until yoongi could only hear faint footsteps.

well, that could've been worse.

as he exhaled the breath he didn't know he'd been holding this whole time, he was about to turn around, until his phone in his pocket vibrated, his hand automatically digging in to reach for it.

kim seokjin 🍴

clicking on accept, he brought the phone up to his ear.

"hello, hyung?"

"hey, yoongi!" seokjin greeted, happily. "listen, i'm doing this research on a specific topic, and... i need you to take down some notes for me."

yoongi frowned, his hand resting on his hip. "notes? why me?"

"jimin's mom is a doctor, right?"

yoongi nodded, although he found it stupid how he did. "yeah? i think? i dont know."

seokjin sighed. "well, if it hasn't clicked yet, i'm a medical student. i need you to borrow some books from her and take some notes down. and no, don't try to bring it over here, it's embarrassing. she might need the books and the next time we have holidays is not soon after this christmas break."

"why me?"

"i'm certain jimin won't do it."

yoongi shrugged, "true."

yoongi could almost feel seokjin's cheeky grin over the fucking phone. "so, you'll do it? because i'm sure jimin's mom have the specific books i'm looking for. serious, please do it, i've been searching all over for the books, but there's none in the bookstores over here and i--"

"fine, fine! i'll do it, hyung."

seokjin squealed. yoongi cringed.

"yay, thanks! i'll text you the topics and y-- hey, hey, namjoon, no, don't touch that, if you break it, i swear to--" yoongi heard muffled voices and a few thumps here and there, before seokjin groaned into the phone.

"namjoon's trying to destroy something?" yoongi asked jokingly.

"he just bought me a new 3ds to replace the one he broke, that hoe." seokjin tsk'd, and yoongi laughed lightly. "he's grasping my game cards. i'm worried."

"you should be."

"well, yeah-- oh, wait, how's vacation with the family over there?"

yoongi groaned. "it's okay. jimin's family is nice."

"oh? doesn't sound like you agree with the words coming out of your mouth."

"no," yoongi said. "it's just... hard. is all. i'm sorta still anxious."

"that's not the only thing that's hard, is it?"

"hyung, what?"

"nothing!" seokjin giggled. "so, how's your boyfriend? is he good? happy? healthy?"

"you're such a mom." yoongi remarked. "but, you know i'm only faking it, right? we."

"eh."

"whatever," yoongi rolled his eyes. "he's fine. can i go now, mom?"

"don't call m-- oh my god, namjoon, put that thing back where it came from or so help me," a few sounds here and there, until, "bye yoongi, gotta go, namjoon's gonna--"

aaaand gone.

yoongi chuckled to himself, putting his phone in his pocket and entering jimin's room.

— — —

little did he know that somebody had been (accidentally) listening in on his little conversation with seokjin, just nearby. that somebody frowned, entering their own room once more, thoughts filling their head.

faking it? what does he mean?

jinyoung was going to get to the bottom of this.

abrupt reveal but can you blame me lmao (yes, you can)