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bang a gong

Yoongi-
Waking up the next morning was easy for me. I didn't drink at all last night. Unfortunately, Park Jimin had. Not only did he have a hangover, but he also had many other bruises from where the man hurt him. He woke up with small groans. It caused me to wake up and look at him. He has a small purple bruise on his cheek.
I go inside and grab him a pack of ice. He's woken up and sitting confused on the chair. "Jimin," I say. His eyes focus on me. There's tears in his eyes and his skin if pale. He tries to blink away the tears but they end up just flowing down his fuller cheeks. I squat next to him. I wipe the tears.
"You can't just cry in my backyard," I say. "Who do I need to call?"
He holds his head with his hand. "Hurts," He croaks. His throat sounds raw.
"I know. Okay?" I look at him. He's quite small. Plus he's fit since he's a dancer. I grab his arms. He panics and tries to pull away. "Stop it," I say. "We are not doing that. I'm trying to get you to my bathroom so you don't puke all of my auntie's flowerbed."
He looks at me uncertain. But I don't let him decide. I make his warp his arms around my neck and his legs around my hips. He's lighter than he looks, but still hard to carry. I get him through the door and then to my room. He looks around curiously.
"W-here is-"
"The bathroom is the room next to this one. If you have to puke, please do it in the toilet," I say.
He walks out of my room, almost running into Auntie. She looks at him surprised as he locks himself into the bathroom. "Yoongi, who was that boy?" She asks. He leans against my door frame. "That cute boy?"
"Uh, Hoseok's boyfriends's best friend," I say.
"And why is Hoseok's boyfriend's best friend throwing up in the toilet?" She asks. She has a small smile on his face.
I bite my cheek. I can't give a stupid excuse. And I can't tell her we were at a party because then she'd freak out since Jungkook isn't home. "Because I couldn't let him puke on your flower bed," I say.
She laughs. "Oh, Yoongi, he's cute. Bring him down to breakfast. I'll make something good." She winks. I stick my tongue out at her. She giggles and goes to the kitchen.
"'He's cute' My ass. He's a fucking brat," I mumble.
"Talking to yourself?"
"Holy shit!" I scream. I throw a punch at whoever spoken, but Namjoon grabs my hand. "What the fuck are you doing here?!"
He chuckles. "I couldn't get him back to my house so I brought him here."
"You guys had sex while Auntie is in the house?!" I assume.
"What? No. He was too drunk. I would never take advantage of him like that. But damn it was hard. He gets super horny and clingy when he's drunk," Namjoon says. "He tried giving me a fucking blowjob in the living room at the party! I told him no, so then he tried giving me a lap dance. So I threw him over my shoulder and walked him back here."
"Oh my god. That kid I swear to god," I groan.
"By the way, who's in the bathroom. It will be needed when Jungkook wakes up," Namjoon says. "Wait, did you bring someone home?"
"No, well, kind of," I say.
"Aw Yeah! Little Yoongi losing his V card!"
"Shut up! And no, it's not like that," I say. "Park Jimin was getting beat up in the bathroom. I couldn't just let him die. If he died then Taehyung would be sad, then Hoseok would be sad and annoying and I just don't want to deal with that."
"Uh huh."
"So I brought him back here because I figure it's better than him sleeping on the grass on the side of a street," I say. "And now he's emptying his guts in the toilet."
"Wow, you like him."
I smack him. "Hell no. He's a fucking brat."
Namjoon has a stupid smirk on his face. It makes me want to shove something down his throat. I sigh and knock on the bathroom door. "Park, others need the bathroom," I say.
I hear a choked sob. "O-okay." The toilet flushes. The sinks runs. The door unlocks. He steps out with his face covered by his hands. He tries to get past me. I just grab his arm.
"Please don't look at me," he begs. He turns his head towards the wall.
"Jimin," I say deeply. I turn his face. His cheeks are tear stained and the bruise somehow got worse. "I set a bag of ice on my desk. I'll get you water and some Advil." I let him go. He goes to my room and grabs the bag.
"You can sit on my bed. Just don't touch my shit," I say. "Namjoon, make sure Jungkook gets to the bathroom. We can't let Auntie know about the party." I grab the Advil. I fill up water in the kitchen. Jimin is just sitting on my bed. It's weird seeing so low and sad. Usually he has a proud face and he doesn't let you know how he's feeling.
I give him the water and Advil. He takes it and drink all of the water. He looks up at me. He's so helpless. "Where's my phone?" He asks.
I pull it out of my pocket. "You dropped it last night. I didn't want you to crack it or break it." I hand it to him.
He looks at it and groans. "I think Taehyung might've called the cops," he says. He holds the phone up to his ear. It must've been answered quickly because I hear yelling immediately.
Jimin holds the phone away slightly. "Tae Tae. I'm okay. Yeah I went home with Yoongi.... no! That's not what I meant!" He yells. "I got in a fight and he helped me out... we didn't have sex!"
I laugh slightly. Of course Taehyung would assume something like that. Jimin, however, if blushing. His naturally pink cheeks are a deep red. He continues talking to Taehyung. I try not to listen just in case it's more private. I go to my closet and find him sweat pants and a shirt to wear since he probably wants to get out of his jeans from last night. Plus he smells like alcohol and I don't want Auntie to find out.
Jimin puts his phone down with a huff. "He's so frustrating," he says.
I hold out the clothes. "You can wear this. I haven't worn them in a while. I just wouldn't want to wear jeans more than I have to."
He takes them. "Thanks." He stands up and goes in the hall. Unfortunately, the bathroom door is locked. Jungkook is probably getting sick. He sighs. "Can I use your room?"
I nod. "I'll be down stairs. Come down when you're done. Auntie is making breakfast."
He nods and goes back into my room, locking the door. I go down stairs to the dining room. Auntie is laying food out on the table. I help her by getting plates. Jimin comes down. The shirt is a little big and hangs off of him, but the sweats hug his ass and thighs. I have to forcefully pull my eyes away from it. It's not like I like him, but fuck he has a nice ass.
Auntie smiles at him. "Good morning! I'm Kenna, but you can call me Auntie if you want!" She chirps. She has a friendly soul and it makes everyone feel welcome.
"Hello, I'm Jimin," he says.
If it's possible, she smiles larger. "Well, Jimin, sit down. We have plenty of food. Yoongi help your guest. Where's Jungkook?"
"Uh, I think he was showering," I lie for him. "His boyfriend is in his room through."
"He must be hungry too!" She runs up the steps.
Jimin smiles and sits down. I sit next to him. I start grabbing myself food. "Help yourself. We have a lot."
He gets a pancake and some eggs. "I have a dance competition coming up. I can't be gaining weight," he explains.
I frown. "It's not gonna hurt any."
He shrugs. "I just don't want to mess up."
"Eating a healthy amount of food won't mess you up."
"But being fat will."
I roll my eyes. He's such a brat. Why doesn't he just nicely accept the food. "Whatever." I continue eating.
Namjoon comes down the stairs awkwardly. "Your Aunt just gave me the sex talk," he says sitting across from us. "She acts so weird now that she knows. I wish it was normal again."
"Shouldn't be dating her baby then," I say. "And it's only fair she tells you. She reminds me every time I leave the house."
"Well, you need to know just in case you finally have sex." I blush.
Jimin giggles. "You haven't had sex yet?" He asks quietly.
I glare at him. "Have you?"
He nods. "Yeah."
Namjoon laughs. "Yoongi is the only virgin in the house."
I huff. "Well, Jimin, maybe when you were fucked he left his dick up there and that's why you act like you have a stick up your ass."
He shrugs. "Who said I bottomed. Or lost it with a guy?"
I scoff. "Please, you are the most bottom dude I've ever met. Plus, I feel like you are scared of pussies."
He scowls. "Well, Yoongi, I in fact was a bottom. And I'm proud."
"I'd love to here about it someday," I wink.
He blushes. Jungkook and Auntie come down stairs. Jungkook is freshly showered and blushing. "What's wrong with you?" I ask.
"Kookie and I had a nice talk about sex safety," Auntie says, patting her son's shoulder.
I laugh. Jimin's nd Namjoon try to hide their smiles. The poor boy sits next to Namjoon. He lad his head on his shoulder. "I hate you, Min," he pouts.
"I love you too, mama's baby boy," I say.
"Don't forget, he's also Namjoon's baby boy now too," Auntie says. She sits at the head of the table and starts to eat.
Namjoon chokes on his apple juice. "Oh, no no no. It's nothing like that."
"Oh come on, I'm his mom. I know certain things he likes. Even if he doesn't know it yet."
Jungkook is pink. He's hiding his face in his hands. "Mommy~"
I finish eating Jungkook and his mom keep talkkng about this. Namjoon watches. He's very interested and likes watching his boyfriend get teased. I stand up and grab my plate. I take Jimin's too since he seems done. I rinse them and put them in the sink.
"Jimin, do you need to be anywhere?" I ask.
He looks up at me. "Uh, no. But I can leave."
"Only if you want. You could stay longer and do whatever," I say. I scratch the back of my head.
"I'll just go," Jimin says. He gets up. "What part of town are we on?"
I sigh. "I'll just drive you home. Don't worry about it."
Jimin nods. "Alright."
He goes up stairs. I follow so I can grab my wallet and shoes. He gets his clothes from yesterday and everything else he had. "What do you want me to do with your clothes?"
"Just keep 'em."
We go to my car. Technically my Auntie's, but I drive it enough. He tells me where to drop him off at. It's mostly a quiet ride beside my music playing softly. I stop in front of a house. There's a man in from with Taehyung. I see Jimin smile. "Thank you!" He says. He gets out. "Jinnie!" He squeals. He hugs the stronger looking guy. It's probably his boyfriend or something. That's cool. I don't know why I though someone like him wouldn't have a boyfriend. I feel a little queasy. I don't know whether it Jimin hugging this guy or the fact that I haven't smoked since last night.
I wave at Taehyung before driving away. I get a cigarette out and start smoking it.