♡ Keys ♡ → myg | pjm

♡Seven♡

Yoongi choked on his own saliva. 

"I'm- I'm sorry, I-" He coughed into his elbow to mask the panic that had begun to manifest in his chest. "Who I really am? Mr. Park, I don't understand."

Mr. Park raised an eyebrow and adjusted his glasses. "Sure you do, Mr. Min. I've told you I've been to Daegu before." His attention momentarily shifted to his wife, who returned with some tea for the two of them. He took a cup, thanked his wife, then set it down. "I may be old, but I'm no fool."

Yoongi took a cup as well and thanked Mrs. Park, who went back to the counter to clean up after her tea-making. He looked back to Mr. Park and sipped his tea carefully before setting it down on the table.

"Look, sir, I'm sorry, but... I believe you told me you went to Daegu to visit an old friend of yours?" He questioned, attempting to weasel his way out of this subject. Unfortunately that planned failed. 

"And you heard correct." Mr. Park nodded. "I was visiting an old friend. That old friend is Bang Shihyuk."

Yoongi just about choked on his tea this time, swallowing the hot liquid before spluttering into his sleeve a bit. Well, he was fucked now. 

"I trust you know of him? After all, he was your mentor in your first few years of composing and piano. He told me all about how one of his students had gone on to achieve such fame and success, and insisted we go see him perform at a concert hall. And so we did. Do you know who he was talking about, Mr. Min?"

Yoongi ran a hand through his hair and grimaced. "Uh, me?"

"Min Yoongi." Mr. Park nodded slowly. "Now I'm not much for piano, but you are quite a talent, Mr. Min. Absolutely brilliant work, I almost couldn't believe you had written it all yourself."

"Ah, thank you." Yoongi managed a smile and nodded his head. 

"So why on earth are you not telling my son? He seems to think you're an average Daegu man who dabbles in piano playing." Mr. Park frowned, his demeanor becoming threatening again. "When in fact you are much more."

Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck and shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his other hand fiddling with the cup of tea anxiously. He became nervous, his palms feeling hot and sweaty and his stomach beginning to twist. 

"Listen, it's... complicated." Yoongi sat up and put both hands around the warm cup.

Mr. Park folded his arms and leaned in as well. "I'm listening." He nodded. "I promise to hear you out, Mr. Min, and give you a fair chance. I just want to know what you think you're doing by lying about who you are." 

Yoongi looked at the tea, staring at it as he processed Mr. Park's words. 

And so... he began to explain. He told Mr. Park about his troubles managing his fame back home, about his lack of privacy and his difficulty building relationships. He told all about how Jimin made him feel so real instead of making him feel like just another dirt celebrity. Jimin made him feel so alive, like he was actually deserving of happiness. 

When he finished explaining the situation, both Mr. and Mrs. Park gazed at him, Mrs. Park standing beside her seated husband with a fond expression on her face. Mr. Park seemed contemplative, as if his mind was mulling every word Yoongi had spoken.

"You have a good heart, Yoongi." Mrs. Park said gently. "And I'm so glad our Jiminie could make you so happy."

Mr. Park nodded after a moment of silence. "I have to say, my wife is correct." He sighed and removed his glasses, setting them on the table while he took a second to rub his eyes. "While I'm not happy that you're misleading my son... I do think that you have a point."

"A point?" Yoongi frowned. 

"I've seen how popular you are with the people of Daegu. I imagine that just living your everyday life becomes a challenge with that sort of attention on you, so finding some peace here in Busan, and around my son no less, is justifiable, to say the least. However..." He paused, putting his glasses back on. "I expect you to tell my son everything in due time. Jimin is a very trusting young man, he does not appreciate being lied to. If I hear that you've hurt him in the process-"

"I understand, sir." Yoongi nodded quickly. "I promise, I do plan to tell him. In fact, his dance recital is happening the same night I'm performing, at the same venue so I realize I need to tell him eventually."

Mrs. Park smiled warmly and her head tilted up towards the door when the chimes jingled. 

"Ah, Jiminie! Perfect timing! Your father and I just finished speaking with your friend. Thank you for going to the store." She beamed, taking the shopping bag from her son and kissing his forehead. "Yoongi is all yours!"

Mr. Park nodded and stood, following his wife to the back of the cafe while Jimin stared in confusion.

"Um. Okay." He blinked, and was soon joined by Yoongi. Jimin looked at him. "What was that all about?"

Yoongi shrugged. "Y'know, I couldn't tell you." He chuckled quietly. "C'mon, I'll walk you home." Yoongi held out a hand for Jimin to take. Jimin smiled shyly and took the open hand. 

"Mom, dad! Yoongi and I are going for a walk, I'll see you at home!" He shouted over his shoulder before leaving with Yoongi. 

They swung their intertwined hands between them both as they walked, enjoying the cool breeze of the night. Jimin glanced at Yoongi.

"This is weird." He mumbled, staring at him in curiosity. 

Yoongi met his gaze and raised an eyebrow. 

"What is?" He questioned and Jimin shrugged.

He looked ahead again, walking a little bit closer to Yoongi. "Who would have thought I'd take such a liking to a grumpy turtle-looking guy that I met in a tea store?" 

Yoongi would have teasingly scolded him for calling him a grumpy turtle, but instead he just smiled.

Because Jimin was right.

This was weird, because he was taking a liking to Jimin as well. A very strong one.