Smiling For You/ yoonmin ff

VI

18 years earlier

"Jimin! Where are you going, love?"

"I want to, er. Pway?"

"Baby, it's 'play'. With an L instead of a W. Try it again, Jiminie."

"Okay, Eomma. Um, I want to pa-lay. Play."

"So good! Okay, where?"

"Ooh Eomma, I wanna pway out--der." The toddler said as he pointed out their window to the large field outside of their house.

"Ooh Eomma, I want to play out there." The kind mother repeated after him, fixing the grammatical errors.

"Yeah, that's what I said."

Jimin's mother only sighed at her beautiful, puffed cheeked 4 year old. She couldn't even be mad at him for pronouncing the words wrong, he was just too cute.

"Okay fine, baby. I'll watch you."

"But I'm a big boy, Eomma!"

"Big boys can pronounce their L's and don't replace Th with D."

Jimin could not argue with his mother on this, but he tried, nonetheless.

"Eomma, I'll be good. I prrrrromise! I even said my R!"

"You did! For that, I won't go. But, I will ask our new neighbors if they can send out their son."

"Thank you, Eomma! I get to go pah-lay and make a friend! I'll be a big boy, too. I'll say all my letters right!" Then fear dawned on the small child. "B-b-but um Eom-m-ma, will he--will he..."

"What, sweetie? Will he what?" Her serene voice made Jimin calm and he muttered softly "Will he be nice?"

"I don't know, sweetie. But you are, so make sure you remain that way." Jimin's mother knew her son was sensitive and tended to cry often. She had always thought it was adorable because of how his cheeks would become puffy and his plump lips would quiver gently. She thought he was the human replica of a mochi. And oh, how she loved to kiss the tears from her mochi's little face. However, she knew how terrible people could be. Her own husband once believed that their son had to get tougher to grow up to be "a real man".

Saying this, Mr. Park had initiated the biggest fight of his entire marriage.

The two only stopped arguing when Mrs. Park promised Jimin's father that she would take Jimin and they would leave him if he ever spoke of their child like that again. Since that day, he never stopped asking for forgiveness and repenting.

"Okay! Wait. What's his name?"

"Oh. I'm not sure. I think something like--Nam... Uh, Nam-something?"

"Oh ok. Bye Eomma!" Jimin wondered why somebody would ever call their son Nam-Something. What an awful name.

Jimin skipped out the bright red door of his quaint home and onto the green grass. His mom hated the look of dead grass, so she made sure to water it and give it love. She would sometimes forget to do so when she drank from the weird, glass bottles that Jimin wasn't allowed to use as sippy cups. But, she barely ever did, so the grass remained healthy and happy.

Then, Jimin saw an alluring, lonely boy sitting underneath a large tree and his skipping quickly turned to a sprint. His fear from before melting away like the snowflakes from the past winter.

"So, you're Nam-Something? Do you like your name?" Jimin perkily asked the taller boy with the black hair.

"Um, the name isn't Nam-whatever." The boy stated as he kept staring at the sky, shifting his position to lie down on the dewy grass, bettering his view of the clouds above him.

"Well of course not, it's Nam-Something."

"Listen, it ain't that either, kid."

"Well my name isn't kid. It's Jimin!"

Nam-Something faced the confused baby and chuckled at how perfectly the name fit the small boy. Both were adorable.

"Alright Jimin, my name isn't Nam-Something or Nam-Whatever. In fact, my name doesn't even begin with Nam."

Jimin felt so embarrassed, "Eomma told me the wrong name!"

"I'm so sorry, um...hyung?"

"10 points to Gryffindor for guessing I'm your hyung. You're what? 4? 5?"

"No, I'm Jimin."

"Alright Chim, I'm 7."

"Oh. Seven. What a cool name!"

"Jesus Christ, Jimin-ah."

"What?" asked a profoundly confused Jimin.

"Yoongi. That's my name. Y-O-.... uh O? -N-G-E-E. Yoongi. Wait, that was probably wrong. But my name is Yoongi."

"Yoongi, that's my favorite of all your names."

The older boy just rolled his eyes at the kind comment from the smaller child. Though he was internally screaming at how precious this little baby was. "His hair is all ruffled, perfectly suiting his messy appearance and his soft attitude. Though he obviously tried to fix himself up, knowing he would have to impress today. He tried to impress me. How weird to be thought of first. Oh, and his hands. They are barely visible with the huge sweater that he's got on. Probably his dad's. He's so cute and pretty and I just want to hug him and--Wait. Stop it Yoongi. Pabo! Mother said guys like girls and girls like guys. So I don't like this boy. I can't.

Yoongi moved on from his temporary thoughts of the boy sat beside him and began speaking again."And all that about a kid named Nam-Something? Yeah, my parents are adopting a new kid. He's also your hyung since he's 6 years old. His name is--"

"Adopt?" Jimin interjected.

"One, don't interrupt me when I'm speaking. Two, it's like buying a new kid since they don't like the one they made by themselves."

"I bet that's not true. They must love you," the little one spoke softly due to having been scolded for the last thing he said.

"Jiminie, you don't know them. Not all parents love their kids. They haven't even finished adopting the kid and they already gave up on me."

"Fine. Then instead, I'll love you."

Yoongi started to blush, a smile creeping on his face. "Maybe mom was wrong, maybe guys can like guys." He shook his head and was about to speak until Jimin opened his mouth again.

"Hyung, why are you smiling?"

And so it began with that question. That fucking question.

"I'll tell you one-day Chimmy," the older said, hoping he wouldn't have to admit why he was smiling like such an idiot.

"So what's the love stealer's name?"

"Jesus, this kid's attention span is shorter than he is. Thank God," was all Yoongi couldn't help from thinking.

"Him? Namjoon. N-A-M-J-U-...-N. At least I think that's how it's spelt. He likes to be called Joonie. But I'm sure I don't know how to spell that." Admitted Yoongi.

"Namjoon! That's much prettier than Nam-Something," Jimin noticed Yoongi looked sad at the remark. "But not prettier than Yoongi!" At this, Yoongi was smiling once again and Jimin found out that his favorite thing in the world, even more than playing, was the older boy's gummy smile. Hopefully, he really would one-day find out why it was there.

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im soft, baby chim is a concept by itself. also thank you guys so much for the reads. im almost at 200 and im freaking out. i purple you all.
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