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Yoongi-
The snow has started to fall. It doesn't stop us. I drive down the dark road to the cemetery. John Lennon flows out of the speaks. Jimin has his full attention out of the window. He catches the snow flakes with his hands. He looks angelic. He was truly sent to save me.
I stop the car at the gate. "We should walk," I say.
He nods. He grabs a blanket and wraps it around the two of us. I lead us down the snow covered path. It's almost one inch and I start to worry about getting home safely. We cut through the grass. Jimin takes in every surrounding. He looks at every stone we pass.
I can't remember the last time I visited my parents. I don't have a reason to. It's not that I have anything against them. I should thank them for giving me to my Auntie. Visiting them gives me a unneeded sorrow. There's no need for me to feel sad over my passed parents. I hardly remember them.
The stone that they share is lonely. When Jimin realizes we are here, he takes hold of my hand and laces his fingers with mine. He must feel sad here. It's a cemetery of course we both are sad. He takes the blanket and lays it in front of the stone. He kneels on it and touches the stone's top. He brushes the snow off.
"'Min Junhyun and Jo Sumyeon. Beloved parents, children, and siblings'," Jimin reads. "You kept your families name?"
I nod. "I felt like I owed it to them. I am the only one left with it to carry it on. Jungkook has his father's name. But auntie has Min too."
Jimin nods. "Min Yoongi is a good name," he says. "Do you think about what it'd be like with them still alive?"
I shake my head. "I don't want to. I love my aunt too much to imagine life without living with her. I think it happened for a reason. I don't think my parents could have ever given me things she's given me." I kneel next to him. My hands brush over the words.
"I understand. I can't help but feel bad."
"Why?"
"I complain about my parents all the time. But thy give me so much and spoil me all they can. Your parents did everything they could to give you the best life. Even if that meant giving you up. Them your single aunt took care of you. She works so much to support you. I am handed opportunities like a complete scholarship to one of the best colleges in America. And you have to take a second year of your senior class and don't plan on leaving because you love your family so much. I just feel terrible because I complain about my parents when you don't even have yours."
I brush his tears. "Don't cry. I don't want you to freeze."
He hugs me. His thin arms wrap around my waist and he Burris's his head in my chest. "You are so pure. Please don't give up on yourself. I want you to go to the best college you can and make yourself happy. I hope you find someone who loves you as much as you love him. You deserve to be happy."
I kiss his head. "Cmon now. You know we will both get everything we should."
He leans up and kisses my lips. "I want to be with you. I'm so scared. You are a perfect soul. I don't want to hurt you."
I hold his face. "Let's go home. I'm afraid you'll catch a cold."
I stand up. I lift him up with the blanket and carry him. I look back at my parents. May they be at rest. I carry the boy back to the car. The snow has picked up and has turned into a storm. I can't drive in this. Jimin realizes it too when I have a hard time opening the door. He gets in. I go around to my side and get in.
"Jimin, there's no way I can make it out of here," I say. "I don't know what to do."
"It's okay," he says. "We can stay in the car until morning. Someone can pick us up then." He holds the blanket close to him. "Are you cold?" He asks.
I nod a little. It's freezing. "I'm afraid to turn the car on. I don't want to run the battery down."
He nods. He takes off his shoes. He climbs over the center console and onto my lap. "Body heat is the best warmth," he says.
I nod. "Yeah." I swallow. Fuck. Why is he like this? Why can't I just accept our friendship, why can't he do the same. He has a boyfriend. I may hate him but I don't want to put Jimin is danger.
He comfortably lays on my chest. I warm up more. I hold onto him tightly. He's perfect.
"I could break up with him," Jimin speaks. I'll leave him for you. I just don't want you to feel like you're getting sloppy seconds. I don't know if I can love again if Joshua does that again."
I kiss him. "Jiminie. It's time to sleep. We can talk about this in the morning."
"Okay." He buries his head into my chest. His small hands hold onto my shirt. I want to hold him like this.
•••
I woke up to being extremely hot and sweaty. I tried to roll over, but being able to not move obviously stopped that. I open my eyes and I'm honestly not surprised to see Jimin laying on my chest. He has a pained expression and his skin is burning.
"Jiminie," I say. I pet his hair. "We need to go before my aunt files a missing persons report," I say.
He doesn't move. I sigh and lay blankly for a few more minutes. I look at my phone. It's almost noon. I kiss his forehead. "Baby it's time to get up," I say.
He whines quietly. It turns into a whimper. Not going to lie, it's a beautiful sound. He stretches his arms. "'M hot," he says.
"I know. I think we got sick," I say. My nose is stuffy. Jimin sounds sick. Plus his cheeks are pinker than usual.
He sits up slowly. He looks around. "Who could we call?" He asks. "I think we are stuck in the snow."
"I'll call Hoseok. Hopefully some of the roads are clear and he can make it down here."
Jimin groans. "Unless they're in jail," he says. He lays back down. "I think they might've killed Joshua."
I chuckle. "I mean probably. I'll call and see." I grab my phone. Luckily Hoseok answers on the fourth ring. "Hey, how you doing?" I ask.
"Great. I just woke up after the best sex ever."
"Okay, I didn't need to know that. Can you come pick Jimin and I up? We are at the old cemetery. Where my parents are buried."
"Oh god. Yoongi, it's freezing outside. Why the hell are you there?"
"I took him here. We slept in my car. But now we want to leave and we can't."
"I'll be there soon. See yea."
I put my phone down. "He'll be here soon. I guess we just have to wait."
He nods. He slowly fall back asleep on my chest. A half hour later, there's a knock at my window. I struggle to open the door. Hoseok and Tashyung smile.
"Here. Task him please," I say.
Taehyung scoops Jimin up. Of course he wakes up again. "Yoonie?" My mumbles.
"I'm here. Just go to Hobi's car and get warm," I say.
I walk behind them with the rest of Jimin's things in my hand. I get in the front next to Hoseok. Jimin sleep on Taehyung in the back. "So, hows was Joshua?" I ask.
"Oh my god. I had so much fun!" Taehyung days. "I just punched the shit out of him until he begged for me to stop!"
Hoseok sighs. "He threw one punch and hit him in the nose. Joshua told us to fuck off."
I laugh. "Wow, you sure showed him."
Hoseok drops us off at my house. I take Jimin inside and start running a warm bath. He sit on my bed. He looks sick. I feel bad for him. I carry him to my bathroom. I look away as he gets undressed and into the tub.
"Warm enough?" I ask.
He nods. "I'm good. Thank you."
I sit on the floor next to the tub as he soaks. "So what are you going to do with Joshua?"
Jimin sighs. "I'll break up with him. But I'll need you to go with me. He is a little scary. Especially when he's mad."
"Of course I'll go with you," I say. "I wouldn't want someone else to swoop down and get you before I do."
Jimin giggles. "Of course not." He leans against the side of the tub. "I want to be with you, Yoongi."
I lean toward him so our noses are touching. "Good." I kiss him softly. He sighs happily and kisses back. "You better get out before you turn into a raisin.
He giggles against my lips. He nods and pulls the plug in the tub. I hand him a towel. He wraps it around his body carefully. We go back to my room. He dresses in my clothes. I lay on my bed. He jumps on me and hits on my lap.
"I can't wait until I can kiss your pretty lips whenever I want," Jimin says.
"I know. It's like we'll be together," I say.
He laughs. "I'll break up with him after school tomorrow. Right now I want to cuddle."
"I have a feeling we'll be doing that a lot," I say. He nods. "Maybe some other things," he says. I blush.
"Jesus Jimin. You're quite open about that huh?" I ask.
He nods and turns around. He lays against me. "Let's watch Edward Scissorhands." He gets the remote and turns on the tub before searching the movie.