CupCake.

14

BEWARE. JAY IS IN AMERICA AND HE DOING THINGS.

Her mouth watered at the sight of the very juicy, double-meat, double cheese burger that sat on the plate beside a hefty amount of fries. I shouldn't, she said to herself, looking away to the school across the street. I've been doing so well to not eat such heavy foods, I can't break now. Hoseok, on the other hand, was halfway done with his, shoving fries into his mouth as he chewed and took a long gulp of soda. He hadn't said much since before the food had arrived. All he had done was talk about himself and made Penny laugh half-heartedly at his bubbly personality. "So Min Yoonshim," Hoseok says in a sweet voice. Penelope sighs, hating that name. "Penelope Marks," she corrects. Hoseok grins, resting his chin on his joined hands. "I see you prefer your American name." She nods, finally giving into the fries. "Alright, I'll play." Penny blushed. Maybe I was a bit rude. "What's old Yoongles American name?" Penny bit her lip. "He doesn't have one. It'd just be his real name, Americanized. Yunki Min." Hoseok nods. "How come you have the name and not him. "Father thought we didn't need one but when Mom and I moved to the U.S, she gave me an American one." Seeming intrigued he leaned closer. "And if Yoongi would've had an American name, what would it be?"

Her mother had a name chosen out for him. She even had a few things made with the name that she'd sent to him for his birthday... but her father always sent them back. She looked down at her ring of keys... looking at that tiny storage room key.

"Penelope?" she snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Hoseok. "Sorry... can we not talk about my mother?" Hoseok regretted being so pushy. "Of course, sorry." Now the topic he really came for. "So you and Jimin?" Her insides flushed with a warmth and affected her cheeks. The usually pale complexion became colored with a dash of red blood. "I-I don't k-know—"

"Come on... How long have you guys been—" he makes gestures with his hands then ends them with a gesture of his hips. Penelope couldn't resist covering her face in embarrassment. Of course, this was the reason why he'd called her out. "How did you two even do it? Was Jimin the one who—"

"Don't you fucking dare," Jimin had gone past the gaurds with help of Min Yoongi and made into the diner before Hoseok could humiliate his cupcake more than she already was. Jimin grasped her wrist, pulling her out of the chair with great force till she softly collided with him. His arm went around her waist, wanting her flushed face to face away from the perpetrator. "Jiminie!" he exclaimed happily. "Nice of you to join us. Maybe you could eat Penny's burger that I so kindly paid for. She wasn't too delighted to eat it. I thought she like eating such fatty foods." He grinned, pearly smile shining brighter than his personality when he wasn't an ass. "Get lost, Hobi," Jimin growled, sliding the hand on Penelope's waist into her hand, pulling her after him and out the diner. She was too shy to speak the thoughts in her head on what Hoseok meant. Such dirty thoughts she was not used to and it only made her want to hide away. "Hey," Jimin had pulled her into an empty room, cupping her cheek and pushing a strand of hair to the side. "You okay?" he whispered as his eyes bore into hers, suddenly not breathing properly. They sparkled with the embarrassment and humiliation she felt earlier. She slowly nodded, moving her head away and retreating from Jimin's body that attracted her 10 times more. He sighed as he noticed the proximity between them increasing. "Penny—"

"It's fine. I'm just—"

"Awkward." She sighed. She didn't know what it was. Was she being awkward? Or just shy that she dared even think of doing such things with him when they had barely even attempted anything together. Penelope thought of their kiss a few days back. "They're just rumors, Penelope. Don't think too much about it." He got closer and hugged her. She didn't know what to do but stand there and let him hold her. "Whatever we do is no one's business. Where we are at this moment is only our business. Don't let anyone influence your thoughts and corrupt who you are." He pulled back and wrapped his arms around her torso, smiling contently at how soft and fluffy she felt. He loved it. "You are cute." Muah. A kiss on her cheek. "Kind." Muah. A kiss on her other cheek. "Innocent." Muah. A kiss on her lips... that lasted a short second to them but was eternal.

Yoongi walked a few paces behind his sister as they walked home, not wanting to disturb her. He was already on edge over having her disappear and his father lashing out at him for not returning back home with her. "You don't have to be so far apart, you know? Unless you'd rather not be seen with me." she whispers the last sentence. Yoongi rushes up and stands beside his sister, feeling an unusual warmth. "Yoonshim-ah—"

"Penelope—"

"I've always called you Yoonshim-ah." She sighs. "You never called, period." He sighed. "Well it wasn't really my fault was it."

"Neither was it mine... or mom's so don't you dare dirty her name like that." They were talking softly but the words they spoke screamed their inner feelings. "Mom never called. Not even on my birthday."

"Is that what dad said?" she sighed. "I gave up after my 10th birthday. Mom never cared for me. Only you." They had arrived at their home and walked in. Having heard enough from Yoongi, she walked into the dining room where her dad sat at the table. "Should I tell him or will you?" Their dad looked up, confused. "So now you've decided to come back home, huh?"

"Cut the crap, Min Hyunwoo." His eyes cloud in anger from the disrespect, standing from his seat. "What gives you the right to—"

"ARE YOU GONNA TELL HIM THE TRUTH OR SHOULD I? HMM? SHOULD I TELL HIM ALL THE THINGS MOM DID TO GET IN TOUCH WITH YOONGI?"