Call Me Again | JinMin

Thirty Nine

POV: Jimin
Good riddance to that homophobic bitch, damn right. She deserved that shit, no matter how much she would feel sorry for it afterwards. I mean, there is a thing called regret.

"Fuck," Jin said, turning to me. "I'm fucking homeless," his eyes twinkled with tears as he blinked to hold them back.

"No, y-you're not," I disagreed. "school is finishing soon, and my auntie's going to help me move out to my own place... with you," I smiled, as his face lit up instantly.

"R-really?" he asked, his face full of shock, but also delight. "Do you mean it?"

"W-why else would I say that?" I replied, gesturing for him to come closer to me so I could give him a hug.

Gosh, he needed that hug badly, because as soon as he fell into my arms, tears rolled down his face as his sobs were muffled on my chest. "There, there, it's okay, Prince Jin, I'm here for you, always." I reassured him, stroking his back.

I gave him a peck on the cheek, before he pulled away and wiped his tears away from his face.

"Jimin..." he said. "I've been wanting to ask you this, and I don't know if this will work, but," he took a deep breath. "Park Jimin, will you be my boyfriend?"