Sinner

Jimin

I come home to a smug Jungkook and a fuming eomma. She glares at me as I close the door behind me. "This is the last straw, Park Jimin! Get your ass upstairs and pack. I can no longer stand by and witness the destruction of this family by you hands!" She screams at me.
      I stare back blankly in confusion until I notice a stack of photos on the table. Me and Hoseok. Kissing...among other things. Scoffing, I shrug and grudge upstairs to gather my things. I knew it was only a matter of time before I got kicked out.
       Doesn't matter. I'll survive better on my own anyway. I toss my most important items and clothing in a duffle bag before heading back downstairs. I move towards the door but I'm stopped.
      "Where the hell do you think you're going, Jimin?" She growls, nails digging into my forearm.
       "I thought you were kicking me out?" I sigh.
        She laughs, releasing me. "No! Believe it or not, you're still my son. I'm sending you to camp. Church camp. Maybe it'll will teach you a thing or two and calm your ass down." She crosses her arms.
      Horror crosses my face at her words. C-church camp?! Church. Camp. Oh hell fucking no! "I'd rather die on the streets." I spit out.
       Kookie smirks from the corner and I long to claw his eyes out. God, I hate that little bastard. I know this is all his doing. He probably even suggested sending me to this stupid place.
       "You're going. No discussion."
       "Eomma!"
       "Don't you raise your voice at me! Go to your room. The bus leaves first thing in the morning. You will be on it. Goodnight." She huffs, heading upstairs. Leaving me alone with the enemy.
      I move my scowl at him and his smirk slips. I'm going to kill the little bitch. I move fast and smack him hard upside the head. "The fuck is your problem, Kook, huh? Why can't you just keep your mouth shut like everyone else?"
He slides away from me, glaring. "You're such a sicko! How can you kiss and touch another guy like that, Jimin? It's disgusting and needs correcting." He spits back at me.
I chuckle darkly. "You think you're so perfect? I can tell you're going to be just as faggish as me! You think I haven't seen you check out the new kid, Taehyung, huh? I know you like him as more than a friend. I'm not stupid and don't think I won't go up to him and tell him how much of a fuck up you are and to stay away from your tattling ass!" I growl under my breath.
His eyes widen in shock at my words. "I d-don't like him like that! Go to hell, Jimin!" He screams before tucking tail and running back to his room.
He'll definitely pay for this shit. I'll make sure of it as soon as I get kicked out of this stupid camp. Shouldn't take too long to be back home.

I clammer onto the dingy church bus first thing in the morning no thanks to my eomma shoving me out the door. Jungkook smirking from his upstairs window no doubt.
Sighing loudly, I fall into a seat and settle my bag between my legs, staring blankly out of the window. Other troubled youths around my age settle around me but I don't pay any mind until a body slams into mine.
I twist my head around with a glare only to freeze. Hoseok smiles happily at me, pecking my cheek. "Hey gorgeous. Nice seeing you here." He chuckles.
I lick my lips. "Y-you got sent to church camp too?"
He rolls his eyes. "Of course I did. I have to better my ways while my stupid brother trains for his holiness bullshit. He's also going to be a counselor. I feel so bad for the person stuck with him." He shudders, throwing an arm around me.
I let myself relax in his arms and breath in his comforting scent. At least I won't be alone in this hellhole. I have the only other person in the world that understands me.
I lace our fingers together as the bus takes us towards our destination for the next two months.
"Is your brother on the bus?" I ask curiously. I've never seen or met him before. Just heard awful things about him.
Hoseok shakes his head. "No. Appa took him up there yesterday to get ready for the campers and the head priest. When we get there we'll all be assigned a counselor and will have to stay with them for the duration of our stay." He huffs. "I wish I could share a room with you." He whispers darkly in my ear.
I shiver. "Me too. Maybe we can still sneak away and...fraternize." I tease.
He laughs, kissing my forehead. We ignore the disgusted looks around us and just enjoy each other's company, knowing this will be it for us for a long time now.
Once we arrive, we are forced to separate and lined up. Our bags are taken and checked before receiving them again. I wait anxiously for everyone to be assigned just wanting to get it over with.
      I frown when I see Hoseok being whisked away with his counselor which is apparently the main priest. He's gorgeous and it pisses me off a little that my boyfriend will be sharing a room with him. Smh.

      I'm one of the last remaining boys waiting for a counselor when a guy steps out from one of the buildings and quickly begins walking my way. My heart stutters in my chest at the sight of him. He's...surreal.
      Angelic looking yet...still dark somehow? I don't even know how to describe his perfection. Please be mine...please be mine... please be mine! I chant nervously as he forces a smile directly at me.

     "Hello. I'm Min Yoongi, your counselor. You must be Park Jimin, right?" He asks softly, holding out his hand.
      Hesitantly, I place my hand in his and shake it. Electricity runs up my arm and through my body at his touch. Wait...did he just say Min Yoongi?! Hoseok's brother? He's my counselor?! Holy shit!
      I swallow a mouthful of spit and smile. "Y-Yeah. Just Jimin. I'll be staying with you?" I ask, just to be sure. God, how am I supposed to be good with him as my roommate? I'm only human!
     "Yes. I'll be your guide and roommate to salvation." He gives me a little smirk that turns me inside out. He's so freaking hot! I can't breathe!
      He picks up my bag and slings it over his shoulder, beckoning me to follow him. I do. I'll follow him off the edge of a fucking cliff if it means I could land on him. Be with him. Shit. I'm really screwed.