| Returning The Favour || Yoonmin |

Ch26 ~ Permission...

"Boys?" a woman's voice called, Yoongi flinched but was still unable to shake his gaze away from Jimin's hazel brown eyes. "Have any of you seen my–oh." She gasped as she ambled through the living room door and witnessed her son at the bottom of the stairs with an unfamiliar boy laying on top of him, faces mere centimetres away from each other.

"Am I interrupting something?" she blinked, trying to work out how she had walked into her son staring dumbfoundedly at some unknown boy, plastered on top of him.

The sound of his mother's voice had triggered Yoongi out of his trance like state, but it was nonetheless a full 3 seconds before he realised he was still in too awkward a position to actually try and get up. "Mom!" he scurried to his feet and pushed Jimin off his chest as fast as he possibly could, tried hard not to cringe when Jimin fell on his back side uncomfortably. "No–no you're not interrupting anything." He tried to straighten his clothes and unwrinkled them where they weren't even wrinkled, tried to look as natural as he could have in the state he was in.

"Who is this?" she pointed to Jimin, who was still on the floor silently whinging at his injured bottom.

"Mrs. Kwon!" Jimin squealed, realising that he was in the presence of the financial support this family had so generously clothed and fed him with, not to mention he had also learned to brush his teeth in this place. "I'm Jimin, Yoongi's frie–"

"Yoongi, baby is this your boyfriend?" Chaelin queried as she gazed down at her son, pleasantly shocked. Her high heels gave her all the height she needed to look over her children. Their father hadn't been too tall either, much to her eldest's distaste. Yoongi's face contorted, confused at how she managed to reach such a ridiculous conclusion.

"What?!" Jimin screeched, Yoongi howled. "NO! We're just friends I'm–"

"Where on earth did you fish that bull–" Yoongi tried to shout but it was in his best interest not to shout if he wanted to keep his head attached to his neck.

"Well what a delightful surprise!" Chaelin cheered, clapping her hands as she beamed with gladness. "I'd always wanted a gay son." Yoongi and Jimin gawked at Chaelin for a minute, tried to decipher her cycle of conclusions. "Oh, we definitely need to celebrate now!" Chaelin announced.

"But I'm not–"

"I knew I would love coming home after so long," Chaelin sighed with relief. "It's nice to be in the presence of people I love! And now," she clasped Jimin's hands in hers, bringing horror to Jimin's face as their eyes stood at alarmingly close proximities. "I have someone else to be glad about! AH!" she threw her arms in the air and spun both her, and her son's alleged boyfriend, in a circle – heels clicking painfully at the wooden floor. "My son has a boyfriend! Oh, what happy days!" she cheered.

"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING?!" Yoongi screamed with frustration as he pulled at his hair. His mother drove him crazy at the worst of times, there was no getting through to her once she had made up her mind. Although, there was a part of him that was relieved she had reacted in such an optimistic way. Part of him drew worry because they lived in a country that was vastly populated with homophobes and ignorant swine who didn't want to educate themselves about the new happenings of society. He was thankful his mother had isolated herself from that group.

Jimin had already pointed out that he was in no universe, Yoongi's significant other but she seemed not to take notice of Jimin's pedantic way of speaking as she continued to spin him around with joy. It was as if she had selective hearing, as if she only heard what she wanted to hear rather than what was actually said. "Oh my goodness Yoongi when were you going to tell me you had such a cute young thing in your possession?" Chaelin cupped Jimin's face in one of her pale hands, red painted nails careful not to dig into his fine, flawless skin. She squished his cheeks, soft to her touch as she inspected his lips, his eyes. "Hmmm, handsome indeed, you got yourself a keeper my son." She exuded pride, tapping Jimin's cheeks gently.

"Mother! For the last fucking time! He isn't my boy–"

"Language!"

"I GOT THIS LANGUAGE FROM YOU!"

"Let's not dawdle now Yoongi, we have a restaurant to go to." Chaelin adjusted her hat and turned away from the two dumbfounded individuals in search for a mirror – she couldn't go out in public without makeup to hide her appearance from any adoring fans.

"But–" Yoongi tried.

"No buts," he really did, but it was as if she was on a mission to interrupt everything the two boys were saying. "hurry and find your brother, I'll go wake up Jin before he sleeps the rest of the day." She turned away from the two. "Find Jimin something to wear, I know you like looking at him when he's swimming in your clothes!"

"Oh my God." Yoongi rolled his eyes and tried hard not to rip his ears off. He massaged his temples, utterly done fighting all the nonsense his mother had spouted since she'd seen them both at the bottom of the stairs.

"See, your father was the same Yoon," Chaelin explained. "He couldn't keep his hands off me when I stole his clothes for my own use," she giggled. "Well, I'll go wake up Jin while you guys freshen up! Ba-bye now!" and she exited their line of sight as she called for Jin in the living room, hurling him to wake.

They both stood there in silence for a second, messy bed heads on full show as they turned to look at each other in disbelief. Yoongi hadn't thought about it until then, but Jimin did look really good in his clothes. He was practically drowning in the fabric of his pyjamas, ones that he didn't really wear anymore since he was sure he didn't fit in them. He looked Jimin up and down, observed the sleeves that concealed his small, sausage like fingers and the way the collar had fallen over his shoulder as they had fallen down the stairs. It was his hair and his eyes that day, the sparkle of light that took up but a fraction of his chocolate brown eyes that mesmerised him. The way his hair had stuck out in all different directions but still looked as if they were perfectly in place with the rest of his demeanour. Jimin was... he was ethereal – and Yoongi was finding it hard to look away from him.

At least until Yoongi realised that he had been staring for a lot longer than he should have been.

"What just happened?" Jimin asked, already exhausted from all the outcries he had pointlessly produced, only to be turned away in the end. Not to mention the dance Chaelin had pulled him into just as soon as she decided that Jimin was a perfect candidate for Yoongi's forever love.

"I think my mother just gave you permission to date me?" Yoongi replied somewhat bewildered as he uttered the words with an uncertain tongue. It sounded more like a question than a statement. He wasn't sure what had happened, but his mother seemed to be thrilled by the idea of him being a homosexual.

"Well," Jihoon chimed from the top of the stairs, leaning nonchalantly on the banister as he held too thankful an expression to really be pleased. "I guess you two are boyfriends now, as far as mom is concerned."

"I told you she'd be ok with it." Jungkook smirked, so smug it was evident to the people adorning the pictures on the walls of their sanctuary.

"Shut up." pride seemed to reign over them like the plague.