take two | VMIN | BTS

this is why we can't have nice things

When Jimin got home from Taehyung's apartment, he half anticipated getting slapped on the front doorstep again.

But this time Hyunwoo was with him, so that may have rescheduled his mother's slapping plans.

He walked into the hanok, bracing himself with the guaranteed unpleasantness that was to follow. Heaven only knew what Yoona would have told their parents about this evening.

But he didn't walk in alone. Hyunwoo followed him in. "Hyung?"

Ever the man of few words, Hyunwoo merely murmured under his breath that he would accompany Jimin to his room.

Jimin smiled and nodded.

Apparently, Taehyung's team didn't trust his family very much either.

When he walked into the living room, he was greeted by an irate mother, a somber father, and a sobbing sister. It took everything in Jimin's power not to roll his eyes.

His mother stood up and opened her mouth to start berating him immediately, but was stopped when Jimin held his hand up. She stared at him in shock.

"No," he said calmly "I will speak first."

Park Misook let out a gasp. She wasn't angry yet, just incredibly shocked that Jimin was talking back. Jimin was not an active participant. Ever.

Jimin didn't look at her. He focused on his father instead.

"We are a family that is going to be under a terrible amount of scrutiny. Everything we do reflects on my fiancé's family. He told you that, didn't he? He told you how important discretion was."

Here his mother tried to interrupt.

But due to her shock that Jimin was speaking all that came out was unintelligible babble.

Jimin continued unhindered, "And yet, on the very day that he had the conversation with you, your daughter thought it would be appropriate to meet with my fiancé's mother and cry to her about how I stole him from her. Oh yeah, and throw her coffee on me for good measure. In a public setting. Tell me, Father, Is that what discretion means to you?"

Jimin's father looked completely taken aback. He must have heard a completely different version of events. Which was hardly surprising.

"How dare you speak to your father that way? How dare you talk about your sister like tha-?"

His mother, now purple in the face, appeared to have regained the ability to form words. Good for her.

Her hand went up to slap him, her signature move, as she shouted at him. But Jimin caught her wrist. The shock from this act of defiance had her cutting off mid-speech.

"This stops too, Mother. You will not raise your hands on me anymore. I am Park Jimin, I am the first grandchild of Park Sanghoon. You are allowed certain privileges as my father's wife, me calling you 'mother' being one of them. But don't forget, I was here first. I am now betrothed to South Korea's most eligible bachelor, which gives us as a family and Nature Kart as a multinational company a much-needed boost in profile. And that allows me certain privileges too. Not getting assaulted in my own home being one of them."