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Yoongi-
I hear footsteps running towards me. It's either Jimin, Hoseok, or Jungkook. The footsteps are quick, and then I'm knocked onto the ground. "Yoongi, I need help!" Jungkook says. The kid sits on my back.
I groan. "Fuck, Jungkook. Get off." He gets off my back. I sit up. A few students stare at us. I glare at them and they look away. I look at the small boy. "What do you need?"
"I need help. Namjoon asked me to go to prom with him. But I don't know how to shop for a suit," Jungkook rambles our.
Shit, I think. I haven't asked Jimin out yet. Do I need to? He knows we are going since we are dating right? I look at my cousin. His big doe eyes stare at me.
"Fine, we can go after school," I say. "Just don't tackle me again." I stand up and help him up. "Do you know what color you and Namjoon are going with?"
He shakes his head. "Can you ask?"
I sigh and nod. I start walking. "You know, you only talk to me wen you need something. I feel like you're taking advantage of me."
"Of course, that's what older siblings are for," Jungkook says.
I feel something in myheart when Jungkook says 'sibilings'. I bites my lip trying to hide my smile. Jungkook leaves. I easily find Namjoon walking with Hoseok.
"Namjoon, what is your color for prom?" I ask.
"I was think a baby pink. Either that or baby blue," Namjoon says.
"Taehyungie and I are going with yellow," Hoseok says.
"Go with blue," I say. "I'm going tux fitting with Jungkook after school."
"What about you? You haven't even asked Jimin yet," Hoseok says.
"So? We are dating. Doesn't that mean we are going together?"
Namjoon sighs. "No, of course not. You know, our boyfriends gossip to each other. Jimin is expecting a proposal."
I groan. "Fuck, has he been complaining?"
Hoseok nods. "He's very pouting to Taehyung. You gotta step up for game, Yoongi." He walks to his class.
I look at Namjoon. He nods. "Remember, baby blue," he says before walking away.
I grad my bag and go to my next class.
•••
I open the door for Jungkook. He doesn't even thank me before going in. I tell the tailer that he wants to rent a suit. The lady takes us over to a corner of the room. There's a bunch of things for tailoring.
"Okay, stand here," the lady says. "Speed your arms."
Jungkook stands in front of the mirror and spreads his arms. The short woman has a hard time measuring his arms and shoulders. But she keeps a conversation going with Jungkook, not letting her struggles show.
"Okay, and what color for tie?" She asks.
"Baby blue," I say.
The woman smiles and nods. "Your rental will be ready by this weekend. Have a nice day boys."
We leave the store. Jungkook tells me about how excited he is for prom. I have to sit back and remover that he's just a kid sometimes. Barely sixteen. He's just a sophomore. I'm surprised he isn't bottle fed still for how young he is. He gets excited about small things.
"Amilia, she's in charge of decorations, told me that the dance is better than last year. I didn't go last year, but Jimin said it was beautiful."
"Wait, Jimin went last year?" I ask.
Jungkook nods. "He was with Joshua, remember?"
I groan. "Hell. I can never escape him." I drop him off at home. I drive to Jimin's house. I need to ask him to prom I guess. I knock on the door. Fuck his parents are home.
The door opens. Jimin's father is standing in the doorway. He crosses his arms. "Can I help you?" He asks.
I look at him nervously. He's tall. How is he so tall, and Jimin so short? "Uhh," I say intelligently. "Is Jimin home?" I ask.
"He is. And who are you?"
"I'm Yoongi. I'm a friend-"
"Dad who's at the door?" Jimin shouts from inside the house. He comes into view. He smiles slightly. "Yoongi."
"Hi," I squeak.
"Jimin," his dad says. "Who is this?"
Jimin runs to my side and hooks his arm with mine. "This is my boyfriend, daddy." I almost laugh. Jimin calling his dad daddy to get on his good side is the cutest thing possible.
"Boyfriend?"
"Yes."
"And how long has this been going on?"
"A couple months now. The Monday before Thanksgiving."
Jimin's dad sighs. "Jimin, I thought you learnt from the Joshua experience. Are you ready for another relationship?"
"I know it's a lot to worry about, dad. But I know how to take care of myself, with Jin and Tae's help. And Yoongi isn't like that."
His dad nods. "Of you like him, I guess I can't stop you."
Jimin smiles. "Thank you." He pulls me inside and kisses his dad's cheek. "We are going in my room!"
"You're keeping your door open! And if I hear one moan or bed squeak I am coming up there and kicking your ass, Yoongi!"
Jimin giggles and pulls me upstairs to his room. He shuts the door and pushes me on his bed. He jumps on top of me. "So, why are you here unannounced, Min Yoongi."
I kiss him. "Well, I was informed that dating doesn't mean we are automatically going to prom together. I guess I have to ask you to go."
Jimin smiles. "Go on."
"Will you go to prom with me?"
"Oh Yoongi! I though you'd never ask!" Jimin says over dramatically. He kisses my face. "You know~ I heard prom sex is better than regular sex."
I cock my eyebrows at him. "Oh really? We'll have to conduct an experiment."
"We should have a few more experiences to compare it to," he teases. He palms me through my jeans.
I moan softly. "Baby, your parents."
"It's fine. They won't know."
He kisses me, bitting on my lip.
"Jimin-"
There's a knock at the door. Jimin flings himself off of me quickly. "Yes?" He asks.
The door opens. His mom comes in. "Hi boy~. Dinners ready. You're welcome to stay Yoongi," she says.
"Of thank you Mrs Park," I say. I try to cover my half hard dick with my sweater.
"Okay, come on down," she says. She leaves.
Jimin giggles. "You want me to fix that, Yoongi?"
I shove him and get up. "Fuck you."
"Later." He kisses my cheek and leaves the room. I follow him down the hall. He stops at the bottom of the steps. "It's been months since my parents have eaten dinner together. I wonder what's going on," Jimin whispers.
"Hopefully something good," I say. I take hold of his hand. He nods and we go into the dining room. His parents are at opposite sides of the table. We sit next to each other, I'm closer to his mom.
The food is in the table. I thank his parents for letting me stay for dinner. Jimin helps me get food. There's not a lot of speaking, mostly silent eating. His mom asks about Jimin's school day, he answers plainly. He tells her about the prom plan.
"So, you think you are good enough for Jimin?" His dad says.
"Dad-"
"No, I don't," I say. "He's way out of my league."
His dad nods. "Good. If I find out you are going anything inappropriate with my son, I'm going to make you disappear."
"Dad, Stop," Jimin whines.
"Trust me, if you don't have hands or a tongue, you won't be near as useful. I'll castrate you if I need."
"Daddy, don't. Yoongi is good to me. He's more innocent than I am," Jimin says.
His dad looks at him. "But you are the most innocent. You have never even seen another boy naked."
"Dad, Joshua remember?"
His mom scoffs. "Thank god that boy is locked up. I swear will sue the state if he ever sees light again." She shakes her head. "Posting those things of my baby. He better be glad he's still alive."
"I hear you," Jimin's dad says. He looks at me. "You better treat my son right. The day he comes home crying because of something you did, is the day you'll wish you was never born."
I look at Jimin. "Trust me, if I make Jimin cry, you won't need to beat me because I'll be doing it for you." I set my hand on Jimin's thigh. He smiles softly. Jimin's dad nods.
The rest of dinner is quiet. Jimin grows sleepy afterwards and we go to his room. He lays on my chest and draws pictures on my skin. It's soothing and I'd fall asleep if it weren't for him grazing my nipples every once in a while and making sure they stay erect.
"Anything on your mind, Minnie?" I ask.
He shakes his head. "I just want to stay like this forever." He kisses my sternum. "A dinner with my family without my parents fighting. My dad not killing you. You being near me and touching me. I love you. I want you with me forever."
I kiss his head. "I know the feeling. I love you so much."
"I don't want the tranquility to end."
"It doesn't have to. Just close your eyes," I say. "You're with me, I won't let the peace end."
He smiles. "I'm going to miss you. I promise to come back."
"I know."
Jimin's breathing slows after a few minutes. I rub his back. I don't want him to leave. I know it's what's best for him. He's meant for something great. He deserves to go to Juilliard. I'm afraid he'll forget me.
"I'm scared Jimin," I say quietly. "You're leaving me soon. Going to college. You'll make everyone proud. Try to stay in touch. If you can't I understand. Just remember that I love you. I will never stop loving you. No matter how many miles are between us. I'll always be by your side."
I kiss him head. "I love you Park Jimin."