Besotted | Yoonmin ✔

Chapter SEVENTEEN

"Your parents?" Jimin furrowed his brows and took a sip of wine. Yoongi nodded. His head rested on the blonde's soft stomach and he traced flowers onto his milky thighs.

"Yeah. My mom wants to see me for my birthday." The elder spoke. "She wants me to go up there tomorrow and I want to bring you." He continued and pressed a kiss close to the younger's shiny stomach ring.

Jimin gulped, almost choking on the wine in his mouth. He had never met anyone's parents before. He was a clumsy person and hardly did anything right around elder people. What if he embarrassed Yoongi?

He couldn't go. He shouldn't go.

"I don't think that's a good idea." The blonde mumbled.

Yoongi suddenly sat up and kissed the younger's chubby cheek. "It's a good idea. Don't be nervous, doll." He assured and patted his thigh.

The blonde bit his lower lip and nodded. "Okay." He breathed and pecked Yoongi's lips. "Just a visit though, right?" He asked and his little smile faded when his boyfriend shook his head.

"A weekend."

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"Oh my god!" Jimin groaned into a pillow and kicked his legs. "A weekend! A fucking weekend! How am I supposed to survive a weekend? They're rich!" He screamed and sat up, lighting a cigarette to calm his nerves.

"Jesus calm down." Taehyung murmured and held Jimin's free hand. He rubbed his backside and smiled softly at the shaking blonde.

"You're gonna do great, okay? You're a bad bitch and those snobs won't know what's coming. You're better than them, Chim."

Jimin laughed softly and shook his head. Taehyung was a good friend. They had been together since they were in preschool and were the best of friends from the start.

"Yeah...I am. Thanks." The blonde hugged the brunette and laid back on the bed, smoking lazily. 

"Uhm, shouldn't you be packing though?" The brunette looked at the time on his watch with worried eyes.

Jimin furrowed his brows as he made a smoke ring. "No..." He turned his head.

"It's three. Yoongi picks you up in thirty minutes."

The blonde's eyes went as wide as saucers. He shrieked out and ran to his closet where he started to throw random clothes into a bag.

"Lingerie? Really?" Taehyung lifted a frilly lace thong and grimaced as he involuntarily imagined his friend wearing the garmet.

Jimin took the item away and shoved it back into the full bag. "Shut up. Help me do my hair." He snapped and threw the bag into the living room. He and Taehyung started to heat up the curling iron to lightly curl his hair.

As the brunette took the iron, the sound of the doorbell rang through the apartment. Jimin panicked and wined loudly, stamping it foot on the floor.

"I'll get it!" Jihyun called since he was in the living room. He frowned when he saw who it was. "Jimin, your guy is here!" He yelled and went back to the couch were he previously was.

Yoongi stepped inside and shut the door behind himself. He waited patiently while he heard Jimin's voice coming from down a hall.

"Just a minute!" The blonde called as he tried to do his makeup while Taehyung did his hair. He opted on eyeliner but he kept messing it up and his annoyed groans were echoing though the apartment.

The ravenette by the door nodded and looked around the area. The place was messy, but still homey and cozy with the four male's clothes and pictures everywhere.

Soon Jimin rushed out of the bathroom and approached his boyfriend with a smile. "You look so pretty, doll." Yoongi caressed the boy's cheek and kissed his plumped lips.

Jihyun made a gagging sound and Taehyung glared at him. "Be quiet." He whispered. "Well have a good time, Chim." He waved and pushed Jihyun down the hall.

Jimin blushed and held hands with the elder who guided him out and held his bag for him. As they walked to Yoongi's bike, Jimin began to get nervous again.

It would only get worse.