kpop and chill → yoonmin

twelve

yoongi: good morning you're cute
yoongi: & appreciated
yoongi: & cute
yoongi: merry christmas
yoongi: <3

Jimin smiled down at his phone and shook his head. He looked over at Uri, who was tearing through her presents like an animal. Mrs. Park noticed Jimin's cheesy smile and leant close to her son.

"Yoongi say something funny?" She asked. Uri stopped opening her gifts and looked up at her brother, and Mr. Park looked at him expectantly. Jimin's cheeks turned red and he made a small noise in the back of his throat.

"Psh, no. Yoongi's not funny." Jimin said, averting his eyes away from his family. Mr. Park grunted and went back to sipping his coffee.

"You know, I've not ever met this Yoongi. I think you should invite him over." Mr. Park said, looking back down at his newspaper.

Jimin shook his head. His family would be so embarrassing. "No, I don't think that's a good idea—"

"Oh, don't be silly, Jimin. He can come over for New Years. It's not like you'll be going out anyway." Mrs. Park said. Jimin looked at her, slightly offended.

"I have friends, Mom. It's not like I'm a loner." Jimin crossed his arms over his chest.

"No, you're pretty much a loner." Uri chimed in. She ripped the rest of the paper off her gift and smiled down at the new dog coloring book Jimin had gotten her.

"I have friends!" Jimin yelled, throwing his hands in the air. Mrs. Park reached over and patted Jimin's shoulder lightly, and muttered a quiet "okay dear."

Jimin pulled his phone out of his pocket and texted Yoongi.

jimin: hi you should come over on new years
jimin: also don't be alarmed but my dad wants to meet you
yoongi: will he eat me
yoongi: bc im too young to die jimin
jimin: no he won't eat you
jimin: that's my job
yoongi: wow ok
yoongi: 0-100 real quick
jimin: sORRY
jimin: I DIDNT MEAN IT THAT WAY
yoongi: mhm ok
jimin: IM TELLING THE TRUTH
jimin: ByE

"Jimin, it's Christmas. Phone away please." Mrs. Park said.

"Gladly," Jimin breathed, shoving his phone into his back pocket. He shifted around on the couch uncomfortably, contemplating over what he'd just said. Yesterday he didn't want Yoongi to touch him and today he said that he wanted to eat him. "Jesus Christ."

"Should we sing happy birthday?" Uri asked. She opened her mouth and inhaled deeply but Mrs. Park cut her off.

"Here, Jimin. This is from your father and me." Mrs. Park said. Jimin took the small box from his mother and opened it slowly, suspicion growing inside him when he saw the stupid grin growing on his mom's face.

"Mostly from her. I'm not that creepy." Mr. Park said nonchalantly. Jimin tore away the rest of paper to reveal a picture frame with a picture of him and Yoongi sleeping inside. Yoongi had his arms around Jimin, pressing the younger boy to his chest. Their legs were intertwined and Jimin was clutching Yoongi's shirt in both of his hands. Both of them had incredibly messy hair, and Jimin's mouth was open, and he was probably drooling all over Yoongi's shirt. Yoongi had his chin on Jimin's head, half of his face hidden in Jimin's hair.

"You took a picture of us asleep?" Jimin asked, looking at his mom. She nodded excitedly and bit her lip.

"Isn't it cute? I thought so." Mrs. Park said. Uri crawled up the side of the couch to look at the picture, and she huffed.