for him • PJM

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She walked up to the front desk and slammed her fists on the table.

"WHERE'S MY FATHER?!" She cried, tears dripping down from her cheek.

Yuri was at the Daegu International Airport. She had just received news saying that her Father was on his way to see her but suddenly went missing.

"Unfortunately, I have no other information for you madame. Your Father has got to be in Skegness or Ottowa," the lady behind the desk was shaking wildly, fearing Yuri.

Yuri lifted her hands from the desk she slammed her hand on. A deep dent was made, representing how angered she was.

"I... I..." She couldn't find the correct words.

"I never thought. . . I'd want to kill anyone again. . . but. . ."

"Ma'am, I narrowed down the location of your Father-"

"I've suddenly felt that urge."

"Please Ma'am, there is no need for violence, calm down."

"YOUR TELLING ME TO CALM DOWN WHEN MY FATHER JUST APPARENTLY WENT MISSING?!"

"Ma'am, I really am sorry, I advice you to call the police."

"What?" Yuri looked up with confusion.

"You haven't called the police? You haven't called the police," she walked around, repeating the phrase while holding her head. She irritatedly scratched her hair.

"Listen bitch. You have 24 hours to find my Dad. If you haven't found him by then, my Father won't be the only one gone."

-

Yuri walked back, holding her tears. She was so frustrated that she wanted to do something. . .

"Hey pretty pretty," Park Jimin's soothing voice stopped Yuri.

"Jimin! I mean go away," she sniffed.

He was wearing a light, black jacket over a simple tee. He had tight black pants, emphasising a certain area.

"What's the matter girl?"

"Don't call me 'girl'."

"Tell me then, what's up?"

"My Daddy's gone."

"What? You have a boyfriend?" He smirked.

"Shut the fuck up, Jimin," she said while punching his arm.

"So, your Dad's gone? Woah, I've never seen you cry. You look so sexy when you cry."

"I'm hurt and all you think about is how sexy I look?! Seriously, what's wrong with everyone today?!"

Yuri walked away, and Jimin followed behind her. She had no idea that man was following her, not until she had arrived home.

Jimin was running something through his mind.

She opened the door with the keys her mom gave her in the past. Yuri looked around the house for her mom, but she wasn't in the house.

A combination of three knocks was heard from the door. In an instant she strolled to the door, expecting her mother.

Looking through the peephole, she realised it was Jimin - who had been following her.

As she couldn't hide her deep frown, she opened the door, confused as to how Jimin got to her home in the first place.

"What the fuck Jimin? Why are you everywhere?"

After procrastinating, he slowly kissed Yuri, a deep kiss. Yuri felt shocked out of her mind and kept her eyes wide open while his were closed. His saliva, suprisingly was too sweet like candy. She was hypnotised; once you kissed him you could not pull back. She shut her eyes in pleasure, unleashing her tongue into his mouth and a worthy battle took place. His plump, cherry lips blended in with her soft, vibrant lips.

All was beautiful. . . until the front door flung open. It broke the silence they had had. The two had separated but it was too late.

"Oh dear Lord."

"Mom!"

"Oh dear Lord," she repeated. "Did you guys have sex?"

"No! It was just a kiss!" Jimin exclaimed, convinced she would not believe it.

"Oh dear Lord," she held her chest, "thank you so much, God."

Yuri rolled her eyes and pointed to the door for Jimin to go through. "Go."

"Wait, no, don't tell your little boyfriend to go," Yuri's mom shut the door.

"He is not little and he is not my boyfriend."

"Ooh, how do you know I'm not little, Yuri?" Jimin smirked in a dirty form.

"Shut up."

"So who is he? A boy from the streets? I thought you could do better than that, Yuri." Yuri's mom placed her groceries onto the table.

"Mom, it's um. . . he's uh. . . Kaley's friend."

Yuri thought her mother would not believe her since it was a lie - Kaley and Jimin hate eachother - but something unexpected happened:

"Kaley's friend? Ah, at least I can get to like you," she pulled at his non-existent cheeks.

One thing about Yuri's mother: if you are friends or even boyfriends with someone - Jimin - that is friends with one of her friends - Kaley - she will accept you. Otherwise, she'll act as if you are a possum in the wall.

"Yeah, one time, I was talking to Kaley and I met her, it was so amazing. We're not together yet, but we wanted to take things to the next level," Jimin gulped uneasily.

"Yeah, he's great," Yuri lied.

"Aww, look at my favourite Korean couple!" Yuri's Mom chirped with joy.

"Mom, I just said, he is not my boyfriend."

"Well you guys are to me! Now, Jimin, do you want to stay? I'm making japchae."

"Oh! I love japchae!"

"Fantastic! It'll be like a first date," she clapped her hands excitedly.

"Wah, except my mother's actually there(!)"

"Cheer up, bubby! It'll by great!"

-

1 hour and 48 minutes later, Jimin, Yuri and her mother sat at the dining room table. Mom had set candles and had cleared up the table for all of them to eat together. Yuri finally had a 'boyfriend', and her mother had a chance to "lock" him in.

"What do you work as?" She smiled gently.

"Oh, I'm actually still in school. My parents are super rich so I don't have to work."

"Ooh do you hear that Yuri? He has money and is what I call a hubby. Hubba hubba!"

"Mom!" She sighed, stood up and quickly escalated up the stairs.

"I'll go up," Jimin nodded and put his cutlery down.

He followed into her room. His steps decreased when he noticed a familiar picture on the wall.

"Uh. . . Yuri, who is that? and why has that person got darts and stuff on him?" Jimin scratched his head and crossed his arms.

"No-body."