Not Today || Yoonmin #Wattys2017

Humiliation

Jimin's POV
A week later after school, I came home to find Mr. Min sitting at the island on one of the bar stools watching my mother cook.

"Mr. M- uh dad? Why are you home so early?" I asked, watching his face light up after calling him by the household term.

"Oh! I took off a bit early. I wanted to get home in time so your mum could sleep instead of having to wait up for me." He smiled adoringly over at my mother as she hit him on the shoulder with a wooden spoon. My gaze softened and I couldn't help but smile at how cute they were.

"Shi-" I jumped, feeling two hands at my waist, pulling my into a tight back hug.

"Jimin~" Yoongi's voice whined cutely from behind me. "Why didn't you wait for your older brother? You said we could walk together." He pouted, though I could distinguish the dark mocking laced behind his seemingly innocent facade.

"I said no such thing." I said firmly, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. He fiddled with the thick scarf around my neck before smirking.

"Jiminie, why are you wearing a scarf? It wasn't too cold today was it?" He asked in 'concern'. I knew that he was fully aware that he was the reason I had to wear it the entire day.

"N-no. I just don't want to get sick." I glared.

"Aw! It's so good to see you guys are finally getting along." My mother beamed, bring her steaming spoon up to Mr. Min's mouth so he could taste.

"Yeah, of course. I love my little baby brother." He smiled at my mum and my stomach twisted in disgust as she went along with his act.
I, of course knew better now.

"O-oh, well. Dinner will be in a bit. Why don't you guys start on your homework?" She smiled, almost tearing up seeing us act like a family.

"Will do. We'll be working so please don't disturb us." Yoongi saluted, "C'mon Jimin, let your big brother help you with your homework." He smirked, dragging me up the stairs with him.
Once we reached his door he slammed me against the wall and pecked my cheek, pulling back with a pout.

"Stop this. Now." I glared.

"Why? Does my baby not want any attention from his hyung?" His face morphed into a cynical grin before he aligned his hips with mine.

"Ah-" Yoongi muffled my moan with his mouth, biting down on my tongue so I wasn't too loud.

"Shh, baby. We gotta be quiet. Mommy and daddy are downstairs and we wouldn't want them to see baby boy all bothered now would we?" He growled, unbuckling my jeans and throwing my backpack across his room along with his.

Early that day, I'd spotted him and Hoseok whispering to each other against Yoongi's locker in this same position. The two of them were only mere inches apart and if Taehyung hadn't screamed down the hallway for me, they probably might've gotten closer.

I wanted so badly to yell and scream at him about how I couldn't trust him. I wanted to cry out of pure humiliation; I was so pathetically weak that I melted right under his fingertips. He had me under his spell within just a matter of moments and there wasn't a thing I could do about it and I didn't have any doubt that he knew that.

For the past few days I'd tried my best to stay away from him. Whenever we were about to have dinner I'd say I wasn't hungry. Anytime we were caught in the same room I'd leave. Music too loud? I'd go to Tae's (though I was starting to feel bad with how often I intruded). Even in school I made sure to leave early and rush home just so I could lock myself in my room.