Jimin's POV
my blood was boiling. never have I ever felt this angry at something, or someone.
Yoongi turned around to face me, "maybe I should go.." I felt bad.
the only person who I maybe actually genuinely liked. leaving. Because my lousy excuse of a mother slapped him.
I reached for yoongi's hand, taking it in mine slowly, smiling at him and he hastily returned the gesture. "mum, I love him."
if her mouth could drop any further, it'd probably be touching the ground.
"please, whoever you are, leave." Yoongi nodded slowly letting go of my hand and then picking his belongings up and rushing out of the house.
my smile turned into a frown when I heard the slam of the front door.
"I hate you." I mumbled to my mother, who began cleaning up the remnants of the plant pot.
"what, Sweetie?" she looked up, at this point I could feel myself turning red as I balled my hands up into fists, my knuckles going white from squeezing that hard trying to release my anger.
"I hate you!"
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this story sucks, and I read over it and it's cringey asf
but it's Jimin's bday so update for my angel (and because I haven't updated in years) - c
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puns - myg & pjm
Fanfictionminyoongay: I was just wondering if you heard about the guy whose whole left side got cut off parkpabo: omg no I didn't, is he okay? minyoongay: yeah, he's all right now - yoongi x jimin #1 in pickuplines #5 in puns
