washable markers ➝ taekook

eleven

~아, 그건 너무 비싸

  

"I don't know 'bout that, sir.." Jimin replied warily.

   "Why not? Doesn't it sound like a good plan to you?" Taehyung asked, cocking his head. Jimin shrugged.

   "How are you even gonna get her to agree? Sorah's not exactly your bestie. Cuz that would be me," Jimin stated, crossing his legs and framing his face with his open hand. Taehyung giggled.

   "True... And I didn't quite get that far yet... Got any ideas?"

   "She skates, right? Offer to buy her a new board or somethin'."Jimin shrugged.

   "Those are expensive," Taehyung huffed.

   "Eh.. Maybe she wants new wheels then. Who knows. You can ask her." Taehyung nodded.

   "So you think I should do it then?"

   "I guess so," Jimin replied. "Damn, I wish your parents weren't like this."

   "That makes two of us," Taehyung sighed, laying over Jimin's knees, propping his elbows up on the bed and holding his chin in his palms.

   "Hey, Jiminie.. You never mentioned how your parents are with.. yknow, queerness." The boy smiled, popping his wrist, hand flopping down, limp.

   "To be honest, I don't even know, Tae. I'm a little scared." He dropped his voice at his last words, looking down, directly at his best friend.

   "Mm..." Taehyung needed to comfort his friend. He pulled back to sit up on top of his feet, then opened his arms. "Hug!" He demanded. Jimin grinned, stood up on his knees, then let himself fall into Taehyung, who grunted at the weight, but nevertheless, wrapped his arms tight around his best friend.       

   "Anyway," Jimin started, chin still resting over Taehyung's shoulder. "You said your parents are acting weird. Wanna stay over tonight to get away from them?"

   "Yes please!" He beamed. "Gotta ask first, though."

   "Uh-huh. Let's go now."

   "You're coming?"

   "Of course. Your mom likes me." Jimin winked. "She'll say yes for sure if I ask."

   "True. But it's not like she would tell me no anyway." Jimin smiled and broke away from the comfortable hug, slowly sliding backward off the bed onto his back on the carpeted floor. Taehyung stepped over him, paying no mind to his friend's usual strangeness. Jimin quickly caught up with Taehyung in the hallway, following him downstairs. Neither of the two bothered to slip on shoes, they each just stepped outside in bare feet.

   "It's nice out here," Taehyung commented as he strolled across the yards between Jimin's house and his own, dividing line marked by a wobbly line of oak trees they used to climb together. Actually- they still do.

   Taehyung threw himself into a row of one-handed cartwheels, wiping his hands of the evening dew he'd collected while he straightened his back. Jimin laughed and raised his pace to beat the younger boy to his front door, inviting himself in without a glance back to Taehyung. Taehyung hurried to catch up, pushing on the door Jimin held open for him to keep it open.

   Jimin casually entered the kitchen, scanning the room for the middle-aged woman he frequently saw after school, often reading or simply relaxing for a few moments after work. Jimin's casual and comfortable demeanor abruptly disappeared and he shrunk behind Taehyung, who tilted his head at his sudden change in mood.

[a/n- was tryna remember the word for 'demeanor' but i remembered the korean word instead lmaoooo]

   Until he lifted his eyes and saw the broad, tall figure seated at the table, back so completely straight it matched well with his perfectly ironed, grey button-down shirt, untucked from his trousers and belt removed, but still clinging to his neck due to the pure black tie, tightened and exactly where it was meant to be. His expression was blank and unreadable, more intimidating than Taehyung usually found him. He cleared his throat and waved sheepishly.

   "I-is Mom upstairs?" The man nodded slowly. Taehyung, eager to escape from his presence as soon as possible, grabbed Jimin and backed away, almost defensively. But since Jimin had already been inching away, it really wasn't necessary. The two rushed upstairs, halting in front of a slightly-open door.

   "Mom?" Taehyung called, knocking slightly. Jimin had regained his lively and bouncy appearance once he heard Taehyung's mother permit her son to enter, unaware that the other boy was there too.

   "Hi, Mrs. Kim. Tae wants to spend the night at my house; that's okay, right?" Jimin spoke before Taehyung.

   "Hi, Jimin." The woman looked up at the two from her seat on the floor, where she had a pile of clean laundry in front of her, half of it folded. "That's fine, just don't stay up late.

  "Us? Staying up late?" He turned his head to look at Taehyung, placing a hand over his chest. "Never," He quipped, causing Taehyung's mother to chuckle dryly.

   "Okay, thanks mom. See you tomorrow. Let's go, Minnie." Taehyung tugged Jimin back out, eager to escape the house that still felt tense to him. The pair hurried back to Jimin's house, then back to Jimin's room, with said boy calling out to his parents that Taehyung would spend the night as they dashed up the stairs, not bothering to wait for a response, but still receiving a loud hum of what seemed to be consent from each parent.

   They'd spend the rest of their evening complaining about the homework due, eating an entire bag of sour patch kids Jimin found in his closet earlier that day, and chattering away until it was certainly much later than either of their parents would have allowed. Not that either of them cared much.

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we got an interesting chapter comin up next eeeee