A GUIDE TO DATING MIN YOONGI

Lesson 4: Make it Official

Beep! Beep! Beep!
I groggily awoke to shut off my phone alarm. I got so used to turning it off and falling back asleep but that was my second alarm so I sat up so I wouldn't close my eyes again.
Checking the time, it was 6am. The window across my bed had the curtains slightly open which allowed me to see that the sky was still dark. As the days became closer and closer to fall, it became harder to leave my warm bed on Sunday mornings for church.
I opened my phone, hoping that a little Instagram will wake me up a bit. I first check my messages to see if I've gotten any and I did.
I open the message from Jungkook.

Are you free after church?

It was sent yesterday, or today technically, at 3am.

Pretty sure I am
Just need to tell my parents
I'll meet you at ur house

I closed my phone, I wouldn't get a response for a while because there's no way Jungkook is awake now.
I get all dressed for service, eat breakfast and hop into the car before Mother clicks her tongue at me for moving too slow.
On the drive to the church, I check my messages just in case Jungkook did respond. Miraculously, he did.

K

I put my phone away after seeing the dull reply. I wonder why Jungkook wants to hang out. It's not like it's rare that we do but we joke about how my parents are the mother gothel to my rapunzel.
It's been a week since my last outing and thus the first and last time I kissed a boy.
At first I didn't think it was too bad and that it was just a part of life. However, the more I thought back on it, the more I wished I never left the house that day. Now, I don't even count that as my first kiss since I don't even remember it. Thankfully, it was all now just a story to tell between me and Jungkook.
"Jimin, we're here." Father said as he unbuckled his seat belt.
I opened the door and breathed in the fresh morning air from the garage parking lot of the church. It smelled the same as always: like gas and old people. Later after church though, the breeze would carry a faint smell of expensive perfume.
The three of us walked into the church and greeted all of the members. Mother and I got situated into our seats while Father went to the stage to help set up the mic and other stuff.
Being the son of the pastor, we always got to church early so only a few devout members were present.
I liked looking around the empty hall because it fascinated me how quickly this room could fill up with so many of the same people.
We were walking to our seats in the front when Mother nudged me.
"Jimin, go talk to some of the people here. They are good people, go make friends. I only see you hanging out with Jungkook and he's not Christian."
I roll my eyes, "There's no friends to make. Everyone here is either you and Father's age or way younger than me."
She starts looking around the auditorium where people were scattered about.
"Just go find someone to talk to. You might find a nice girl you'll like. There's so many people here, you'll find one your age."
I groan but I didn't want to argue in the holiest place I could be.
I start walking around but I could feel Mother's eye's watching. I walk around to a young couple with a child reading a brochure the church gives out in the front sometimes.
I smile and introduce myself as the pastor's child.
"Today is our first time at this church. Our friend told us that your father is a very good pastor so we came here today although it is a bit further from our home." The wife said.
"Thank you and I'm glad you're able to join us!" I reply and continue small talk with the parents. They tell me how their child has just turned two and that his name is Justin.
I learn down to give Justin a small smile.
"I hope to see you around more often!" The little boy giggles with his fingers in his mouth.
I slowly start backing out of the conversation since I could anticipate its end. I start looking for other people to introduce myself to.
"Today is also my first day here," a deep voice from behind me says.
With my smile, I turn to face him but it drops when I realize who's standing right in front of me.
"Yoongi? What are you doing here?!" I almost yell out and I look around to make sure nobody else heard me.
I almost screamed when I saw that it was him.
His face stayed expressionless but sly, "I'm here to ask you for that offer again. It seemed like you didn't believe that I could find you."
My mind starts spinning and it became hard to form words. He looks at me sideways like I'm going crazy so I grabbed his arm.
We quickly walked out of the auditorium room and into a different staff hallway. I pulled his arm in silence until I put in the PIN number to a staff only restroom and locked us in it.
"Why're you here?" I asked again.
He crossed his arms, examining the room then me "I'm not repeating myself."
I sighed, "why do you need me to be your boyfriend so bad?"
"I told you that too. My father wants to use me for his own personal gain when he's already fucking rich."
"No I know why," I said, "but why me specifically? You can find literally any other gay guy online or in person at a bar."
He leaned in closer to me, "because you're the hottest. Sure, I could fake date another dude but I still have standards."
I couldn't tell if I was saying that to just to get me to say yes or if he was being genuine. Anyways, I could feel my stomach churn. Anyways, did he really need a fake boyfriend or was he just that desperate for affection?
"Besides the point, you better say yes since I had to dye my hair black to come into this church not looking stupid." He looked up at his hair which was now a neutral brownish color and not mint green.
"No, I'm not doing any type of agreement with you." I pushed him slightly away because I hated how close his face was.
"You sure?" He chuckled, "your pastor father and devout mother is out there. They would hate to find out about your little secret."
"They wouldn't believe you." I pressed.
"Do you want to go and find out?" He asked confidently and I hated it. "You can open this door and we'll go talk to them right now. I want to see how passionately your father will talk today after he finds out you're gay."
I feel like I'm on the bed again, head in hands and nervous. My palms became sweatier that I had to wipe them on the sides of my pants.
"You dont want them to find out huh?" My lips were sucked into my mouth and I didn't want to look at him. I just wanted him to disappear. If only he was like a file on a computer and I could just close him up and put him aside to deal with later.
I shake my head slowly. I've been defeated.
I look at him and he nods in approval.
"Perfect," he clasps his hands together loudly, "from now, you're now my "boyfriend", okay?"

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