Pick • me! (The rebellious one) || VMin

18. Familiar presentation

Jimin is that strange fusion where he is shy and not shy at the same time. On this occasion when he has to meet Taehyung's parents, he is nervous and excited at the same time. With a huge smile and constantly jumping in place. He tries to imagine what their voices would be like. Taehyung has shown him pictures, so he can get an idea that they are both as pretty as him.

Jimin rings the bell and sways on his feet, humming to himself. It's easy, he only has to be here for a few hours and then, Taehyung will go with him and Jungkook to Busan. It will be more fun if the three of them go. As much as Taehyung denies it, he wants to be proud. They are a good triad! They get along spectacularly well. He would dare to say that they get along better than with Taehyung's friends from college.

Jimin bites his lip for a moment, fixes his hair and checks that his necklace is straight. Just as he lowers his hand, the door opens. Jimin bows as soon as it's fully open.

"Good afternoon, nice to meet you, I'm Park Ji-Min."

The screech Jimin hears could easily break glass, attract dogs, and be a sign of the end of times. He doesn't avoid the cheerful smile. Jimin didn't think he would be greeted with such euphoria. Koreans are never like that, and even less so with someone they've just met.

"You're so pretty! Even more than Taehyung told me!" Hoseok exclaims in a very high-pitched tone of voice, still clinging to the door. "And you BROUGHT KIMCHI!"

"My Omega dad taught me that when you go to a house for the first time, it's best to bring kimchi. That's how you're a good guest." Jimin comments, and Hoseok takes the kimchi. He opens the container and sniffs it.

"It smells amazing," he praises in a purr. "Well, come in, come in, Taehyung is still outside, buying what I asked him to bring to finish preparing the food. So for now it's you, Yoongi and me."

"Your Alpha?"

"Yep. A grumpy cat who won't stop grumbling."

Jimin discreetly peeks into the living room, where indeed, Yoongi is fighting with something on his phone. Due to the sound, Jimin curls his lips, twisting them. He's doing Duolingo, he looks adorable, it's the only thing he can think of from his low and unintelligible complaints. Hoseok leaves the kimchi container in the kitchen and runs to the living room, taking Jimin by the arm with him.

"Yoongi! Look!" Yoongi hurriedly puts away the phone, blushing a little and pretending he was reading the book on his lap. "This is Jimin. The Omega who accompanied Tae."

"Ah, the Service Omega-"

"THERE IS! WHY HE DOESN'T BELIEVE ME!?" Jimin exclaims with his hands to his face and despite it being a scream, he does it very low and repressed inside himself. Making it much funnier than it is on its own.

He should have been more discreet. He's just getting to know them, but Hoseok is so carefree and happy, that he only seems more encouraged that Jimin is this way. Considering him the general counterbalance to his son, who has wanted to stay in his edgy stage: fantasizing about an idyllic romance that would end in a tragic death.

Ah, he still remembers Taehyung listening to Tokio Hotel.

And currently with Taylor Swift, Billie Eilish, and Olivia Rodrigo.

It was a pretty wild jump now that he thinks about it.

"Ah, Taehyung is so stubborn. He's going to die for the wrong reason. That explains the tantrum," Yoongi mentions to Hoseok who nods slightly, holding back laughter with his fist resting on his mouth. "Nice to meet you too, Jimin. Min Yoon-Gi-"

"HEY! I DIDN'T TELL YOU MY NAME!" Hoseok shrieks, bringing his hands to his head. "Jung Ho-Seok." He shakes Jimin off from how tightly he shakes his hand.