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love grows

Yoongi-
The ride back home was tiring. Jimin got bored in the first few minutes. He thought teasing me was a good way to have fun. He ended up giving me a blow job at two different truck stops. I swear he's gonna kill me someday.
He was asleep the rest of the time. And I had nothing to do except listen to music and drive.
"Where do you want to go?" I ask. "Am I dropping you off at your house?" I ask.
He yawns. "Yeah. I guess. I should probably check in with my parents at least. They were probably concerned that I've been gone for a few days."
I laughs. "Probably." I pull up to his house. Both of his planets' cars are in the drive way. "I'll see you later. Call me if you need anything."
He kisses me. "Of course. And I've been thinking. Maybe you should buy a box of conforms for next time I come over." He smiles.
I stare at him with my mouth open. "Funny how you think I don't already have one in my car."
Jimin giggles and kisses me again. "See ya." He grabs his bag and goes to his house. I watch him as he goes into the house. I pull away and drive to my house.
Auntie is at the counter. "Hey, How was New York?" She asks. She is cutting lettuce and mixing a salad.
"Good, very beautiful," I say. "I couldn't imagine living there."
She smiles. "And how did Jimin like it?"
"He loved it. He is definitely going to love going to college there."
"I'm surprised he came back. That kid has it tough at home," she says. "I ran into his mom at the store. I told her I was your aunt and she had no idea who you were. I said that Jimin is always over and she didn't even realize he went out of the house."
"D-did you say something about us dating?" I ask.
She shakes her head. "No. I knew it wasn't my business. But that reminds me, you two cant have the door closed anymore. It's bad enough we have Namjoon and my baby fucking like bunnies. I don't need you two at it."
I laugh. "We haven't even had sex yet. Don't worry."
She scoffs. "Why? That kids cute."
"I know, he wants to wait though. He knows I haven't had sex before so he's waiting. I don't know why. Maybe he thinks I'll regret it, or not ready."
"Maybe he's not ready. He had a hard time with that last boyfriend of his. Maybe he's scared it'll change your relationship," she says.
I frown. "It won't will it?"
She shrugs. "I don't know babe. When I was dating Jungkook's dad, we waited until we both were out of high school. We wanted it to be special. It didn't change us. But my best friend, when her and her boyfriend did it, it did. Instead of them loving each other, they lived the sex. It was the only thing they did."
She finished making the salad. "Don't let it change you guys. It's unhealthy."
I nod. "I'm going to go to the gas station and fill up my car. I'll see you when I get home." I slip my coat back on and go out the door.
I drive to the closest gas station. I fill it up and go inside to pay. I look around for a bit before grabbing a back of chips. I lay it on the counter and tell the cashier what pump I was.
"Aren't you Park Jimin's boyfriend or something?" The guy asks. His name tag reads Christopher (Chan) Bang.
I furrow my eyebrows. "Yes."
Chan smirks. "Nice. That's a nice catch."
I cock my head. "What do you mean?"
"The pictures of him? They were released last week," he says.
My heart drops. Pictures . Joshua's pictures. "What? Where?"
"I have it," he says. He pulls his phone out. He goes to his camera roll and clicks on a photo.
It's Jimin being pressed down onto a bed. His face in pain and his legs thrown over the person who is holding the camera shoulders. It shows all of him. The parts only I should see. His face is pink and twisted. The hickeys littered his skin. A hand holding his throat tightly. His body laid on the bed and being abused.
I feel myself getting sick. I grab the cashier by the collar. "Delete those fucking pictures before I kill you," I growl. "If you find anyone with those tell them to delete them. I'm going to kill whoever I find out has those. And if anyone tells Park Jimin, I swear to god it'll be the last thing they do." I shove him away. He hits the cigarette rack. "Get me a pack."
He nods quickly and gives me my usual. "It's on me."
I get my things and walk out. I light a cig yams out it in my mouth.
Somebody is going to fucking die.