Solving You

Chapter 21: Completely Shatter

"You know you need to tell them, love." I tell him softly. He hums in response, nuzzling his head into the crook of my neck.

"They'll kill me, baby. Do you really want me dead?" He murmurs into my neck. I giggle softly at his dramatic answer.

"They're not going to kill you, Yoongi. They may not be happy, but they're going to have to accept it either way. They need to know, otherwise they're going to think you just disappeared off the face of the earth. They'll be even more upset if they eventually find out after the fact." I say, running my fingers through his hair.

"Are you really gonna make me go tell them? I still haven't even spoken to them since the day you kissed me in front of my father at the school. They don't even know that I'm dating you right now." He mumbles in disappointment before pressing a kiss to the skin where he's buried his face. I roll my eyes with a smile.

"Yes. You need to tell them, love." I whisper gently, feeling his fingers tracing random patterns onto my stomach where my shirts ridden slightly up.

We're hanging out at his house currently, laying on his bed. We'd been watching a movie earlier, his laptop resting on my lap as we watched with him curled into my side.

Just then, we hear his front door fall shut. He groans into my neck, wrapping his arms around my waist in an attempt to get me not to make him go do this. I just smile and kiss the top of his head.

"Come on, Yoongi." I nudge him gently. He groans once more in disagreement before finally pulling himself up. As he gets off the bed to go downstairs, he grabs my hand and pulls me with him. I just giggle softly at his whininess.

When we get downstairs, his father's just walking into their kitchen. Yoongi stops, biting his lip as he looks over at me worriedly. I just give him a small smile, leaning up and kissing his cheek. He sighs, taking my hand in his and lacing our fingers together before bringing them up and kissing the back of my hand.

"Dad?" He speaks up once we've entered the kitchen where his fathers back is currently turned to us.

"What do you need, Yoongi? Did you ever hear back from the colleges you applied for, by the way?" His father questions, sounding mildly annoyed.

"Dad, I need to talk to you." Yoongi tries again with a small sigh.

"You are talking to me. Now answer the question." His father snaps.

"I'd like your full attention for once, Dad. This is important." He answers, glaring at his back. I rub my thumb over the back of his hand, relaxing him slightly so as not to start a complete fight before getting the conversation over with.

As his father turns around on his heel, he's already got a glare on his face. However, his glare narrows further if possible when he sees that I'm with Yoongi.

"What the fuck is she doing here? You're not welcome in this house. Stay the fuck away from my son." He growls, still glaring at me. Yoongi only tightens his grip on my hand though, to ensure to at least one of us that I'm not leaving at the moment, though I'm not quite sure which of us he was ensuring. I continue rubbing my thumb over the back of his hand to keep him calmer.

"She's not going anywhere, Dad. Stop it. She's my girlfriend and I'm not letting you change that. If that's going to change, it would only be either her decision or my own. No one else's." Yoongi snaps angrily. His father redirects his glare, now focusing on his son.

"You don't get to decide those things, Min Yoongi. You live under my roof and you will live by my rules." His father begins. Though, before he can get any further in his lecture, Yoongi cuts him off.