your voice * yoongi ambw

Jimin

"That's wrong, that also, that too." Brooklyn wrote as she pointed out the wrong answers on Jimin's papers.

"Okay, okay, stop pointing out my flaws." Jimin huffed as he looked at the first problem.

"4x5(8•2)÷10? That's like 4! What do you mean I'm wrong?" Jimin sighed as he threw his pencil down.

"PEMDAS, do parentheses first." Brooklyn wrote out on the paper in the corner as a reminder.

"Ugh, fuck aunt Sally." Jimin mumbled as he aggressively erased the wrong answer he had down. Brooklyn laughed a bit as she shook her head.

"8? Is that the answer?" Brooklyn looked down at her paper for the answr and nodded.

"You have all this written down already? Can I copy of off you?" Brooklyn playfully rolled her eyes before handing the paper to him.

"Why did you write so much?" Jimin asked dramatically as he studied the paper.

"Stupid." Brooklyn quietly mumbled under her breath as she started circling all her official answers on the paper.

"I heard that, Lyn Lyn." Jimin said as he smiled and started erasing his answers and writing her's down instead.

"So, Brooklyn, how has your life been lately?" Jimin questioned formally, as if they were having a business meeting.

"It's pretty much the same, all my dad does anymore is work and I barely see him yet my mom tries so much to play both roles." Brooklyn said quietly.

"Same for you, too, huh?" Jimin snorted, his life was the same, too. They were children of rich parents, to others they would seem spoiled and snobby but all they really wanted was both of their parents love.

"You may be dismissed." The teacher said as the bell finally ringed. Jimin and Brooklyn quickly gathered their stuff.

"Do you wanna meet up sometimes at one of our places? I really miss you." Jimin asked. Brooklyn smiled and nodded, unlocking her phone before handing it to him.

"See you later." Jimin smiled while handing her back her phone before leaving.

"Hi, Brook." Lisa and Rose greeted her. Brooklyn just trailed behind them as they walked, looking at the locker Yoongi use to always wait for her at, always leaning against it looking like a cool highschooler elementary kids wanted to be.

"Mom, I'm hom- Oh, you're here." Jimin was in the middle of taking his bookbag off when he spotted him mom and dad sitting with each other in the living room.

"Jimin, your mother and I have something to talk to you about." Jimin nodded as he nervously sat down on the couch across from them.

"I have arranged a marriage for you-" Jimin's father was cut off by Jimin standing up, ready to cuss both of them out.

"What the fuck, dad, are you actually serious?! And you're just gonna let him?" Jimin cursed to both of his parents.

"Jimin, calm down, it was a good opportunity and deal with Mr. Park, I told him we would make a Collab between our 2 companies if he accepted and that's how we arranged a marriage with his daughter." His mother explained as she tried to to calm him down.

"Don't touch me. Which golddigger are you guys trying to arrange me with?" Jimin glared as he pushed his mother's hands away and sat back down.

"Brooklyn. You remember her, right?" Jimin's eyes widen. He had just got back to talking to her, but now he was going to have to get married to her.

"I thought you would have at least be happy about that." His father spoke again. Jimin just glared at him as he crossed his arms.

"Come on, don't be like that Jimin, you two use to be inseparable." His mother sighed.

"She's my fucking best friend, I don't want to get married to her!" Jimin yelled at his parents.

"Jimin, stop being such a brat and except it. When you get older and run a business of your own, you'll learn that you have to make sacrifices." His father stated impatient.

"Maybe I don't want to run a dumb business!" Jimin screamed out. It was true, he never thought about running a business, he wanted to be a singer ever since he was little. Him and Brooklyn would always have mini concerts in his room while the stuffed animals smiled at them and watched from the crowd.

"You're such a disappointing son, Jimin! Why couldn't you give me a better heir?!" Jimin's father turned to his wife and slapped her, the sound echoing through out the living room.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! How dare you place your hands on my mother?!" Jimin immediately rushed to his mom's side to comfort her.

"You're getting married to Brooklyn Park and starting your own business with her. That is final." His father glared at him before leaving out the door. Jimin watched the door in anger as he heard the sound of their luxurious car starting before pulling off.

"Are you okay, mother?" Jimin turned his head to his mother who still sat on the couch.

"Yes, I'm fine, Jimin. You father just, he just lost him temper, that's all." His mother shook him off and stood up.

"But he still shouldn't have put his hands on you, I'm the one that made him mad anyways." Jimin said.

"It's fine, Jimin. I'm fine, you're fine, let's just let it go. Now are you hungry, sweetie?" His mother asked. Jimin just looked at her in disbelief before stomping upstairs.

'Does Brooklyn know about this yet?"