Pervert || Yoonmin

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And that's how everyone ended up at yoongis house, sitting at his dining table as they researched music, art, and dance from the Victorian era.

It's not like he could protest anyway. Not infront of jimin.

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"Yoongi! Who's this young man, you never told me you had any other friends!"

Really... now, mom?

Needless to say that was probably the most embarrassing moment of his ENTIRE FUCKING LIFE. His own mother talking about him having no friends in front of the hottest boy in school (totally no homo by the way).

Yoongi had often used the expression of wanting to bury himself alive but it had never been as true as now. Who that actual hell says shit like this...

"Hey there miss min, let me update you on the situation whilst I make you a cup of tea." Hoseok ushered yoongis mum out of the dining room and into the kitchen, the soft sound of the kettle mixed with their quiet chatting and complete invasion of Yoongis personal life were the only sounds filling up the house.

Let's give a little backstory here. Yoongis mom and hoseok were weirdly close. (not like that, stop being dirty). They had a strong friendship, Yoongi occasionally worrying Hoseok preferred his mom over him.

Yoongi and jimin sat alone.

In silence.

Obviously.

Yoongi could feel his anxiety rising. This wasn't supposed to happen, neither hoseok or his mom were supposed to leave him alone. Ever. Especially with Jimin, he was nervous enough around him anyway.

Yoongis mind was racing with thoughts of how creeped out jimin must of been in this situation. Who wants to be stuck with the mute?

"Yoongi~ you okay?"

Yoongi looked up to see jimins kind smile. There wasn't really much he could do to explain how it looked. All he could say was that jimin hugely resembled a kittens cute little eyes.

It turns out he'd zoned out for a little longer then expected (only knowing this from the absent sound of the boiling kettle) and to his complete surprise, his hands were trembling, tightly squeezing onto the pen he had been writing with.

He felt his heart pounding in his chest, his breath slowly becoming shallow.

Yoongi abruptly shot out of seat, clumsily pushing back his chair as he ran out of the room, his quick footsteps hitting every second step as he ran up to his room.

He collapsed on his bed, tears streaming down his face.

"Why can't I just be normal?"