“We’ll have to come up with a story,” Jimin decides, later, while he and Yoongi are, now, both inside Yoongi’s room, seated as far apart as possible. Yoongi is back in bed, still unclothed, and Jimin thinks he’s awake. Jimin is in the opposite corner, seated in Yoongi’s desk chair, the single item in the room he has permission to touch. Yoongi hadwanted to have their discussion downstairs, on the couch, but when Jimin whined a little about Jihoon hearing them, despite Yoongi pointing out that it had been Jihoon’s dumb idea that got them here, and it wore down Yoongi enough that he manhandled Jimin into the bedroom, pushed him towards the chair and told him to keep his hands to himself.
Jimin goes to prop his feet up on the desk, but before the soles of his shoes even touch the wood, Yoongi mumbles, eyes still closed, “Don’t you fucking dare.”
“So rude,” Jimin mutters, sitting up straight with his feet flat on the floor.
“What do we need a story for?” Yoongi asks, not giving Jimin a chance to answer and instead, continuing to talk, “Your mom knows me. It’s obvious how we got together. You’re here all the time.”
“Okay, but, what changed? If we just got together recently, what changed after the years I’ve already known you? How long ago did things change? When did you start to like me, when we started dating, who asked who, where our first date was, if we’ve kissed yet, what our plans for the future are –“
“You think all this is going to come up? The first time I meet your mom? Am I coming for dinner or a god damn interrogation?” Yoongi snorts at his own joke. Jimin barely refrains from calling him disgusting.
“I don’t know, I don’t know what parents talk to their kids’ boyfriends about. I’ve never dated anyone, I don’t know how this works,” Jimin admits, starting at the scuffs on his shoes instead of looking at Yoongi, who’s probably going to laugh at him.
When he does eventually look up again, Jimin doesn’t find Yoongi laughing, or even still pretending to be asleep. He’s just watching Jimin with wide, surprised eyes.
“We started dating three weeks ago. That way, the relationship is new enough it won’t be strange that you hadn’t mentioned it yet,” Yoongi starts, subdued. All the usual quick harshness is missing, his tone one Jimin hasn’t heard in six years, since Yoongi met him after school when Jihoon was sick and couldn’t walk home with him, telling Jimin softly that the bully in his class would grow tired of making his haircut soon. It’s a memory Jimin hasn’t thought of in years, but it drags up an appreciation for Yoongi he’d forgotten he once had and makes him feel oddly nostalgic. Yoongi continues, finally turning his head towards his ceiling so he’s no longer gawking at Jimin, “Neither of us know exactly what changed, or when. There’d been a little more tension, recently. Things left unsaid, physical affection that seemed out of place for friends, or lasted too long. One day, we were joking around, and then we looked at each other, really saw each other, and you kissed me.”
“Why did I kiss you?” Jimin isn’t complaining, he’s ecstatic that Yoongi is taking his role seriously and being helpful. He just hates lying, and wants to keep the story as realistic as possible, and Yoongi is gross and Jimin saw him eat mud once back when Yoongi was nine and never spoke to him, not even to make fun of him like he does now, and just kind of hung around while Jimin and Jihoon played, before he grew up and started to think their games were dumb and started being mean every time he opened his mouth. Jimin can’t imagine kissing a boy who eats mud.
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When you're in love all the lines get blurred ( YoonMin / Jimin - Yoongi / BTS )
FanfictionJimin isn't sure what possessed him to lie to his mother and tell her that he had a boyfriend, but now that he's opened the position, he has no choice but to fill it. Yoongi is, apparently, his only option. [COMPLETE]
