When Jimin was finally at his family's house, he found that his urge to smack his head against the wall went from 0% to about 1'000'000%, (Yes, he's aware that that's not a thing, but it illustrated how he was feeling).
His Aunt was smirking at him as he walked into the door and sat down with his Mom.
"So, what's happening?" he asked.
"Quit being nonchalant, you know why we're here," his Aunt sneered.
"Oh? And pray tell WHY you dragged me away from a night with my very stressed boyfriend to come entertain whatever nonsense you have to spill,"
His Aunt threw a set of pictures in Jimin's face, a few hit him.
"HEY!" Jimin's mother, Mrs. Park, said as she stood up angrily, "I get that you want to make a point, but you DO NOT HIT MY SON, OR SO HELP ME GOD I WILL KICK YOU OUT OF THIS HOUSE AND MY LIFE!"
"Whatever," his Aunt started.
"APOLOGISE, NOW! OR this stupid little charade you're doing ends here and we cut ties, remember this, sister, you may be wealthy but it won't mean I won't kick your ungrateful and conniving ass, and if you want any real threat from me, then remember that I hold the keys to our family fortune, not you, and should anything untoward happen to me, well, you're not going to like where all fingers point,"
"You wouldn't,"
"I would,"
"Fine, 'sorry',"
"Yeah "accepted"," Jimin said snarkily back as he looked at the photos and then found himself suppressing the urge to laugh really loudly.
"There, see, he's shacking up with a member of the Daegu Kims," Mrs. Choi said, smirking but pretending to be disgusted.
"What and who are you talking about again?" Mrs. Park asked.
"That Taehyung, and he's a janitor,"
"And how do you know this?"
"I have my sources,"
"You mean the private investigator you hired to follow me and my friends and more importantly, my boyfriend?" Jimin asked as everyone looked at him, "I'll say, he does a good job spotting, but, you're an idiot,"
"Excuse me?" his Aunt said, infuriated.
"I mean, yeah, this is a photo of him with a Daegu Kim, but, that's....just a minute," Jimin said, "I just need to make a call as I try not to laugh,"
Jimin quickly zoomed away and made sure he wasn't followed as he called Taehyung's number.
"Hey, how's it going?" Taehyung asked.
"Not bad, I'm trying not to laugh,"
"Oh?"
"The photo she has is of you and Jin-Hyung, he's hugging you and kissing your head, it's at that restaurant we all went to and you two arrived first,"
"Oh,"
"I nearly blurted out that you're brothers, what do I do?"
"Tell her the truth, it's her own problem if she won't believe you,"
"Up to how much can I tell her about you and the company?"
Taehyung was heard sighing as he thought it over before saying, "Tell her everything except for the Chairman bit, just tell her I'm a junior associate of Borahae Ltd. under the Mr. Kim, if she believes you, she will,"
"Are you planning to continue just telling people who you are? Well, just the junior associate bit and that you're not actually a quote unquote poor student and are part of the elite,"
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Fake, My Soul
General FictionCliche, this was definitely a cliche. A fanfiction troupe, a Hollywood movie summer romance comedy classic with Queerness involved; And yet, here, Jimin found himself needing someone to fake date so that his aunt would stop bothering him about the f...