"hey, yoongi?" jimin asked, lifting his head a little.
"yeah?"
"how come i've never met your parents?"
"oh, um," i said, thinking about what i was going to say. i don't really tell people about them very often.
jimin noticed my hesitant actions. "oh, i'm sorry, do you not have a good relationship with them?"
"no, it's just... other things."
jimin's eyes softened and he looked at me, realization seeming to flood through him. scooting over closer to me, he softly asked, "oh, yoongi... you're a foster kid?"
i put my head down, nodding. "yea."
jimin hugged me, "aw, yoongi, i'll be your family!" he pushed his face into my shoulder. my heart jumped at his comment.
"mm, okay." i hugged him back. i have come to love the feeling of hugging him. i'm sure it's a normal thing.
i never met my parents. i was in foster care with my sister who's much older than me but she was gone the second she turned eighteen.
i generally refer to my fosters as my parents because it requires less explaination. they are over me at this point but they're too lazy to give me up. i only have a few months until i'm eighteen.
but, something i wanted to mention was this... feeling i've been getting lately. it seems to get stronger by the day. it's like a tuggiging in my heart and stomach. the internet says its love. that it's the feeling you get when you love someone.
i love someone.
i love jimin.
"i love you, jiminie." i tightened my arms around his waist.
"i love you, too, yoongi-ah." jimin picked his head up and did something i didn't think he would. he kissed me. i mean, yeah we'll kiss on the cheek or something like that but never before... on the lips.
i was taken aback by his action but ended up taking control. he laced his fingers through my hair and i pulled him closer.
i felt him smile, causing me to as well so i pulled back and he started giggling.
"you taste like root beer." he continued giggling at the comment he made. my face turned visibly red and i looked away.
"what should we do for our little week off, hm?" i said, wanting to try to start up a new conversation. fuck, my head was spinning.
jimin shrugged, "we should go somewhere nice. somewhere quiet."
"disneyland! the one in america!" i said, feeling a sudden urge to go there.
"america? t-that means a plane. and a lot of m-money-"
"its fine, my foster parents have money. you've seen where i live."
"a-are you sure, y-yoongi?" his stutter was back; more noticable.
"of course i'm sure. but, its only if you want to go. your grandma can come, too! spring break is next week anyways."
"i-i don't know, yoongi. im s-scared of flying. and it's a lot of m-money and we've o-only been together a f-few months-"
"none of that matters and i'll be on the plane with you, you're safe. i promise. and it doesnt matter if we've been together a month or a minute i want to take you somewhere fun." i planted a few little kisses on his face, making him giggle.
jimin bit his lower lip, "okay, fine. let me call my grandma and tell her. i'm sure she'll be okay w-with it."
"and hey, i'm not pressuring you into going, it was only a suggestion."
"i know, but l-like you said, it will be f-fun." he smiled and i felt my heart flutter. i'll have to get used to this feeling.
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- A/N: Hi omg thank you guys for reading this. It means a lot to me, honestly thank you.
1/1/19: Thanks for putting up with me. This story is shit and I wanted to do some hard editing.
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