whipped. // yoonmin

7.

"Mooooom!"

Jimin woke up to his brother screaming, and before he could realize what was happening, his mother was barging into the room, panicked and worried as to why her younger son was screaming. Her eyes widened at the sight of a drowsy raven haired boy sitting up in his son's bed, and Jimin only realized what was happening when his mother started turning red.

"If you told me we had company, Park Jimin, I would have prepared an extra plate." She said, anger seeping out of her voice like venom.

Jimin rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, looking at Yoongi, who was finally starting to realize how bad the situation was. Unsure of what to do, he bowed his head.

"Uh... hello. I'm so sorry for coming unannounced. My father was very violent last night, and I... I had nowhere else to go."

At his words, Jimin's mother furrowed her brows, concerned. It was then that she noticed the cuts all over Yoongi's face, as his black eye. As she connected the dots, she let out a tired sigh, rubbing her face. "It's alright. What's your name?"

Both boys looked at each other, shocked- Jimin because his mother wasn't angry, and Yoongi because it was the first time he was at someone else's house and wasn't being kicked out.

Yoongi stood up, twiddling his thumbs. "My name is Min Yoongi, ma'am." He bowed once again, and Jimin's mother looked at him with an approving look, impressed with how polite the boy was.

Jimin's mother crossed her arms, trying to keep a stern look on her face. "And are you and my son in a relationship?"

Yoongi froze, eyes traveling over to Jimin, unsure of what to say. He didn't know if the boy was out yet, or if his mother would approve of him dating another boy. Thankfully, Jimin stepped forward, placing a hand on his shoulder and speaking for him.

"Yes, mom. He's... my boyfriend."

His mother stepped forward, and Jimin couldn't help but flinch. He relaxed when his mother placed a gentle hand on his face, rubbing his cheek with the pad of her thumb.

"You're sure you know what you're doing, Chim? ... After what happened with Evan?"

Yoongi felt Jimin tense. He moved the blonde boy's hand from his shoulder, instead intertwining it with his own so that he would relax.

Jimin looked at their fingers laced together and smiled softly before looking back up at his mother, eyes shining bright.

"Yes. He's different, I swear."

Finally, Jimin's mother dropped her cold demeanor. She relaxed and let a smile come to her face, giving her son a hug and Yoongi a pat on the back before leaving for work. Yoongi grabbed his clothes from the night before, starting to change into them, but Jimin placed a hand on his arm before he could continue.

He tugged on Yoongi's sleeve, pulling the cutest pouty face he could muster. "Stay?"

Yoongi grimaced, heart melting. He knew Jimin knew that was his weakness, the sly bastard. "Baby, you know I have to go home and change."

Jimin shook his head, burying his head into the crook of his neck. "I have a spare... you can shower here."

Almost immediately, a list of reasons as to why that would be a terrible idea started floating around in his head. People might see them together, start teasing Jimin, tell his father... he tried to say no, but as soon as he saw those goddamn puppy eyes, he couldn't speak.

He scratched his head in annoyance, scrunching his nose up and sticking his tongue out. "Fine."

Jimin let out a gleeful squeal, kissing him on the cheek. "I'll make us some breakfast. Go take a bath first, alright?"