| Returning The Favour || Yoonmin |

Ch22 ~ What's a dick?

Dinner was mostly quiet, save for the dirty jokes Jimin didn't understand. Who was Dick? And why was he huge? Was he an American guy whose real name was Richard? The purest soul was found very securely locked in Jimin's small body, so locked in fact that the filthiest and most obvious of jibes could be merely questioned and eventually dismissed with a small pat to his unadulterated head. Yoongi would have to find a way to keep Jimin as pure as he was on the dinner table, he could go a lifetime with uncalled boners, just let this precious human being never know the meaning of a blowjob.

"the number of homeless people are really multiplying huh?" Jin brought up randomly.

"Yeah," Jimin smiled sadly, popping a piece of chicken into his mouth. The numbers were dwindling before, but it seemed that small dwindling number had multiplied as of late. Jimin had only been on the street for a little more than six months but already, the number of unsheltered residents on the streets were getting noticeably bigger. "The volunteers were having a hard time getting to everyone, especially because there were women and children there as well."

"Do you think it's because of the flood that hit us recently?" Jin was referring to the flood that had drenched the Seoul region of South Korea in the middle of 2011, only a year prior to the night around the dinner table.

"Yeah," Yoongi fiddled with a bit of kimchi on his chopsticks, coaxing it on and off the dining utensils with a troubled expression on his face. "53 people were found dead in that flood and no doubt that most those people were the bread winners of their families." Yoongi felt his heart strings pull, his heart aching at the devastation some people must have gone through. He remembered getting a phone call from his mother the day of the flood, since the news had erupted with the death of more than 50 people and it had already reached the states. Yoongi and Jihoon had been in school during the flood but soon evacuated as an order from the higher ups, but he hadn't checked his phone in that time, too busy thinking about whether his brother had made it out of his own school breathing in air instead of muddy, flood water.

His mother had called him again, this time not hesitating when he answered the phone to cause her own flood, salt water streamed from her eyes as she scolded him for not answering his phone on time. "DAMN KID WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING NOT ANSWERING YOUR PHONE! I DIDN'T GET YOU A PHONE JUST SO YOU CAN WATCH PORN! I GOT YOU ONE SO YOU CAN CALL ME AND TELL ME YOU'RE OK WHEN A HUGE FLOOD DRENCHES SOUTH KOREA!" unlucky for Yoongi, he didn't need his phone on speaker phone for a few people to hear his mother scream at the top of her lungs.

"Some of them were students as well good Lord..." Jin added. "Someone's really out to get the world with some sort of kick to the dick."

"A dick?" Jimin said in a questioning tone as he cocked his head to the side. "What's that?" he tapped Yoongi on the shoulder and blinked a few times. The older male physically froze where he was and in whatever position he was in. How was he supposed to answer a question like that?! It wasn't like he could get one out to show him one. Why didn't he know this? Why was he so absolutely baffled at a moment like this? He had used his dick for more than one purpose on plenty of occasions, so he damn well knew what a dick was... he just wasn't sure how to explain what it was to such an innocent boy.

"A dick, well it's um–" Jin started, but was then rudely interrupted by a pair of fifteen-year olds who wanted to say something that wasn't about, the flood that wiped out more than fifty people in Seoul at one time. They'd been sitting, behaved and bored for so long, it was only a matter of time before they stirred up trouble.

"NO!" Jihoon and Jungkook stopped the eldest at the table. "Let him try and answer it, this is a challenging one." Jihoon grinned cheekily at his brother. "What's a dick hyung?" he asked in a mocking tone.

"Well um..." Jihoon visibly smirked across the table at his brother, and annoyingly enough he could see him in his peripheral. It was only a matter of time before the younger Kwon enhanced the difficulty on this level of explanation.

"Go on hyung." He taunted him, eyes sharp and evil as if he was the one torturing Yoongi at the dinner table. "Explain it to him, what's a dick?" Jin could swear Yoongi was sweating through his silver hair and terrified eyes. His smile ever so crooked and uncomfortable.

Jimin turned to Yoongi once more, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. Yoongi felt himself curl in, his insides contorting and churning as he searched his mind for an answer his mouth would approve. He found none, and just stared at Jimin's hopeful expression for what seemed like two centuries. "Uhhhhh..."

"What's a dick?" Jimin asked for the what seemed like the seventieth time at the dinner table and Yoongi was about to suffocate him in one, so that he'd learn not to ask questions he didn't want answered. Jungkook and Jihoon just sat back and watched the older boys try to crawl out of the never-ending grave they were unlikely to climb out of.

"It's really nothing Chim," Yoongi was about to break out in a flood of cold sweat, how was he going to hold his ground in front of someone who literally melted him like the flame melted the wax beneath it? "Very irrelevant to you." He meant this so innocently. Jimin might have been straight and not into that sort of thing. He'd hoped this would give him an opportunity to drop the fucking subject, but his brother had other plans.

"It really isn't hyung." Jihoon cut in, just as he sensed the entertainment was dwindling. "He has one."

"I have one?" Jimin dropped his cutlery and placed an innocent hand on Yoongi's forearm and the silver headed songwriter felt his soul leave his body. Those widening eyes, they resembled the galaxies in the way they would get bigger and bigger the longer Yoongi stared at him.

"Mhm." Jihoon pressed on, the evil grin on his face growing as the scene unfolded in front of him. "We all do." He smirked over at Jungkook and he couldn't quite understand why, but Jungkook felt a slight stiffening in between his legs as he struggled to smile through the pain.

"Yoongi hyung you have one too?" Yoongi looked up to the Gods despondently, this was probably karma for all the promiscuous activities he had part taken in. "Can I see it?" he froze again, this time so unthawed it felt as if Elsa had frozen him along with Arendelle in the middle of summer.

"How did we even get into this conversation?" Yoongi asked no one in particular. "Just five minutes ago we were talking about the flood that hit us a year ago! How did it shift so far?!" he pulled at the brown strands embedded on his scalp and buried his face in his long, boney fingers. "I need a holy bible." Jimin looked confused, why on earth did Yoongi need a holy bible to show him his dick? Was it a heavenly ornament that he didn't know about by any chance?

"RIGHT!" Jin finally cut in, clapping his hands together and silencing the symphony of giggles that surrounded the dinner table. "YOU TWO COCONUTS ARE DOING THE DISHES FOR THIS LITTLE FIASCO!" he declared. Yoongi visibly deflated back into his seat, the silence around him beginning to get suffocating.

"What the fuck?" Jungkook sneered.

"LANGUAGE!" Jin begged, though futile because the maknae was all but cunning when it came to word play. That 3 in English meant nothing if his native Korean could conjure up something like:

"Alright." Jungkook rolled his eyes, his tongue in between his top and bottom teeth, sticking out mischievously indignant. "Where for art thou... fuck." He smirked, successfully baffling the oldest person at the table.

"What does that even–?!" Jin sputtered, confused as Jungkook intended. After taking a millisecond to think about what the words could even mean, he carried on scolding the two children. "GET YOUR PLATES AND WASH THE DAMN DISHES!" Jin hollered, pushing the two sniggering maknaes into the kitchen, plate in hand. He nodded at Yoongi with a knowing look in his eyes, saying 'you owe me one bro'. Yoongi sensed he was going to have to buy whatever expensive Mario figurine Jin wanted, and he couldn't buy it second hand on ebay either. He pictured himself scouring the internet for something conveniently Mario-esque, as a thank you for letting him slip away from whatever kind of definition he could give the newest edition to their friendship group, the most innocent at that...