Requested by: sleepingsuga(A/N: Alright, listen up people. Go stalk my friend sleepingsuga and ruin the innocence, any innocence there is.)
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" As Long As We're Together. "
Park Jimin sighed happily with content as (happy) tears filled his dark eyes, and his heart beat erratically within his chest. His face and hands were probably sweaty, sicking his skin glossy, but poor young Jimin couldn't find where he set down his handkerchief. He then pushed the thought away for the moment and turned to face his reflection in the mirror. Wow, now he saw what his family meant when they said Jimin resembled his father. It was like, Jimin was just a younger version of him or something. The young man smiled softly to himself as fixed his long black tie, ruffled his hair into place, and adjusted his suit as best as he could with trembling hands. He couldn't believe what was happening, much less even be mentally prepared for the event. Jimin was all alone just thinking to himself when he heard a knock at the door, and a muffled familiar voice speaking to him. "Come in, mother. It isn't locked."
The door opened with a creek, and his mother slipped into the room before closing and locking the door behind her. "My baby." A teary-eyed Mrs. Park greeted her son, her arms wide open for the young man. Jimin hugged her, burying his face in her neck. "I'm so proud of you, Jimin-ah. You were so patient all this time, and now it's finally your chance."
"I kind of had to be," Jimin chuckled, his voice cracking slightly. "Who knew what would've happened it I wasn't. I probably would've tried to run away or something. But I couldn't do that because I love you guys too much." The young male explained.
"Oh, quiet you." His mother giggled lightly hitting his arm. "I swear, you are so cheesy, just like your father."
"Who said I didn't get it from you, eomma?" Jimin laughed as he pulled his mother closer into the hug, but she gently pushed him away.
"Yah, don't do that, you'll ruin your outfit with my make up. And . . . Jimin, that isn't how you tie your tie. You would've been better off without one." His mother sighed rolling her eyes at the young man, pulling him closer to adjust it. "You need to learn to do things for yourself for once, Jimin-ah. Now we won't be in the same house together so you need to learn to take better care of yourself. Otherwise, how will you take care of him? Hmm?"
"Eomma, I already told you. I'm the older one. He needs to take care of me." Jimin joked, but his laugh died out and he gulped at the glare his mother sent him.
"That isn't how I raised you to be, Jimin. And that's not what life is truly like, especially after this kind of day. From here on out, you are to take care of each other. Just like Mr. and Mrs. Jeon. Also like your father and I. Otherwise, what's the point of getting married?"
