Crystal Snow

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Yoongi let out a deep sigh as soon as he stepped inside their house with his brother following behind him. Of course, Namjoon picked him up after school.

His older brother is making sure that Jungkook won't be able to get near his younger brother.

"Oh! What happened, son?" Their mother coos when he saw Yoongi so disappointed.

Namjoon clenched his jaw as he rolled his eyes- very much irritated to see the disappointed expression of his younger brother.

"Probably because he didn't see that shithead!" Namjoon hissed.

Their mother shot her eldest a death glare, "Watch your language, Joon." She said in a stern voice.

"I am going upstairs, Mom. I have a lot of homework to do." He said with a tight-lipped smile.

Their mother didn't do anything and just nodded her head letting Yoongi do what he wanted to do before pointing at his eldest for making the atmosphere awkward.

Yes, she knows that what Yoongi did was wrong and it is acceptable for him to receive an amount of scolding. Though, she doesn't want to do that.

She already knows that Yoongi is secretly blaming himself for what was happening and is also having a problem on his own. She doesn't want to add to the stress of her youngest son. Most of all, she doesn't want him to feel like an outcast in this house.

Yoongi took a half bath before changing into his comfortable pajamas- he sat on his bed with his back leaned against the headrest of his bed shutting his eyes closed.

How's Jungkook doing? He can't even call him because his brother took his phone last night making sure that he won't communicate with the latter in any kind of way.

Namjoon is just sitting on the sofa in their living room breathing heavily while thinking about what he is doing. Is he too much? Yoongi is not even talking to him.

He can't help it! Yoongi is just a sweet baby brother to him and coming home because he got pregnant is like a stab in his chest, he can't believe it.

"Joon..."

He looked up and tensed a bit when his mother sat next to him. He immediately relaxed when his mother caressed his arms with a small smile in his voice.

"Yoongi is such a beautiful sweet kid, right?" His mother chuckled, "He is just like you. Both of you make us proud for being polite and listening to us well even more having high grades. I am blessed to have genius children." She chuckled while shaking her head.

Namjoon wrapped his arms around his mother before kissing the top of her head trying to calm her down when he saw a tear slip out from her eyes.

"He is so young. Our baby Yoongi, he is," The woman choked on her tears thinking about her youngest, "My heart hurts." She mumbled.

Namjoon's expression softened before holding his mother's hand with utmost care afraid to hurt her even more.

"Why does it seem like you are fine with it, then?" He asked with his eyebrows furrowed.

The woman let out a faint smile before taking in a deep breath as he looked up at her eldest tapping his cheeks.

"He is learning from his own mistake and by this, he knows that what he did disappointed us. That is enough, Joon," She sighed, "Other than making him know that we are not very happy with his reckless actions. What can we do? We just have to support him." She said shrugging her shoulders.

Though, Yoongi's father didn't take it the way their mother did. He is not mad but he is not ready to treat his youngest son like nothing happened. That's why as soon as he made sure that his family was going to be alright here, he flew back to Hawaii already.

The both of them looked towards the door when they heard someone knocking.

Namjoon rose to his feet running his hands through his hair and pushing it back squinting his eyes thinking about who could it be.

He stopped when he finally opened the door- admiring the person standing before him. He looks mesmerizing, his blonde hair that goes so well with his angelic features.

"Hello! I'm Yoongi's friend. Is he there?" Jimin asked with a wide smile on his face.

Namjoon tilted his head with his eyebrows raised, amazed that Jimin was not even fazed to talk to a stranger, confidently.

"He is upstairs," Namjoon motioned him to go inside, "You can wait there." He said.

He walked inside the kitchen and stared at his mother who was busy putting the cookies that she baked into the jar.

"Mom, someone's looking for Yoongi." He said, "Please call him." He sighed.

He knows that he can't do it himself, Yoongi probably doesn't want to talk to him or see him.

The mother let out a faint smile before wiping her hands with a clean towel.

Namjoon remained in the kitchen even hearing his mother greet the visitor first who goes by the name Jimin.

Soon after, he heard her mother talking but he heard no sound that showed signs of his younger brother so he went towards the living room with his eyebrows raised.

"He's fast asleep, Jimin. I'm sorry. Do you mind waiting?" The mother shyly asked, "Or you can go up and wake him up again." She said regaining her smile.

Jimin waved her hands no. He jumped out of his seat slightly bowing his head before handing two paper bags to the woman.

"Please give this to him. I have to go now." Jimin politely said.

The blonde looked past the mother and bit his lower lips checking the man, he's muscular- toned chest and probably toned abs and his tight shirt says it all. He's oozing with sex appeal and his deep dimples showing even with just the smallest move of his lips, it's mesmerizing.

He didn't appreciate it the first time he stepped inside. Now, he finally got to see the features of the man- it was worth looking at even for ages!

"Do you want to eat anything?" The mother asked, "What's your name again?" She asked.

"I'm Jimin, Ma'am. And thank you but I have to go now. Sorry for disturbing you." He said bowing his head once again.

The mother looked at her son who was standing behind her. Namjoon raised his brows when his mother stood in front of him.

"Drive Jimin home, Joonie." She said with finality in his voice.

She didn't even let Namjoon say anything as she already turned her back on the young man. She went back to her beloved kitchen getting her things done.

Namjoon shrugged his shoulders as he looked at Jimin straight in the eyes, "So Jimin, Can I have your number?" He asked with so much confidence.