"Look Yoongi, I know this is a lot for me to ask especially since we haven't know each other for awhile but, I really can't go back. I'm scared. I was wondering if I could stay with you? Until I find a place of my own."
-A fanfic where Jimin has so...
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Warning, this book may have mature themes such as alcohol abuse, violence, substance abuse, graphic descriptions and more. Everything is completely fictional and my ideas. So sit back, grab a snack and enjoy!
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"Shit, fuck yeah." Yoongi breathed while rubbing himself on the bed. He was currently trying to handle a certain situation that had been building up in his pants. He began to take off his hoodie and remove his baggy sweatpants that barely held onto his waist. He could feel a light layer of sweat form on his forehead. He wanted to get there. He needed this high, he was addicted.
Yoongi moves his hands faster up and down his shaft. Although it felt so good he had wished someone else could do this for him. Yoongi hates having the bed by himself. He usually has a couple girls or guys over his apartment ready to get it on, but not today. Why? Because his mom and his little sister are sitting in his living room here to visit.
"Holy fucking shii~" just as he reaches his climax his mother opens the door to his room. Fortunately, he covers himself up before she could see any of the mess that had been on the sheets or on himself.
"Yoongi! Why don't you do anything with your eomma (Mom) or your sister anymore? Do you not love us? Why does the room smell? Why is this room so messy?" His mom concluded by kicking around some dirty shirts and boxers. Yoongi was so bombarded with questions he had no idea which one to answer.
Before he had even the chance to defend himself, his mom had already picked up a one of the clothes she had kicked and took a little sniff. Her face was written with disgust, anger, disappointment, and nausea all in one.
Yoongi was sure that he had no energy to respond to his mother that was nagging for absolutely no reason. I mean sure they smell a bit funky, half of them are jizz filled, but how bad does week or two old unfertilized children smell?
To his mother, very bad.
"Go! Go wash these clothes!"
"Eomma!! You know my washing machine is broken! What do you want me to do?"
"Wash it by hand, or go to the laundromat."
"I don't have a car."
"Walk."
"It's raining?"
"Look for an umbrella."
"What am I going to hold my clothes in?"
Ms. Min takes a deep breath before walking into the boy's messy room. She looks thoroughly through his clothes.
"What are you looking for?" Yoongi asks, sitting up a bit.
"A belt, so I can beat the common sense into you."
"NONONO! OKay— I understand."
"Good. While you're gone I'll make us my special rice cakes so we can eat as a little family."
Yoongi only huffs a response. Ms. Min finally leaves Yoongi's room. Yoongi mumbles illiterate swears under his breath as he snatches his sweatpants and his hoodie and puts them back on. He looks for his gym bag and shoves a bunch of clothes into it before grabbing some change and his keys, forgetting his umbrella, and heads the door.
She needs to leave tonight so I can get laid again.
