Coffee After Noon||Yoonmin

Chapter 9: Intolerance

Get your axes. We're gonna have to beat some intolerant bitches.

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The two boys were roaming around to find a booth to sit in. As they walked by, people gave them weird glances and mumbled harsh insults about how gay was not okay.(Who you think you talking to?!)

It wasn't until the two finally found a comfortable seat.  A waiter came over and bowed politely.

"Annyeongsaeyo. I'm very sorry for the inconvenience, but I must ask you two to leave. This kind of an influence in a relationship is unhealthy for the children. Again, I'm very sorry."

Yoongi scowled and ignored this man's foolish behavior. He didn't want to offend this bitch with his honest insults. Jimin on the other had just hung his head, ashamed of the attention the waiter was drawing towards them. The younger kept quiet and watched, hoping the tension would die down.

But you know, gay prayers are never answered. The waiter and Yoongi had gotten into a full on fist fight. They were on the floor, Yoongi top, the waiter bottom. The waiter was kicking and choking while Yoongi was pressing his thumbs into his throat. Their server's face was a faint shade of blue, indicating he was going out soon. Jimin instantly got up and broke the fight.

The elders face was red with straight rage. He hated intolerance just as much as he hated Jimin's aunt. The memories of her only made him angrier and he took it out on that poor waiter. Dammit. If it weren't for Jimin, the guy would've been dead.

Just then, the waiter regained his senses. His aim was focused on Yoongi, but his fist socked Jimin smack dab in the eye. The mochi boy fell back, grimacing with pain. His eye was already swelling and fading into a vibrant shade of bluish-purple. Yoongi growled and started kicking the guy to a pulp. No one hurt his Jimin even if it were the devil himself.

When the waiter was surrounded in a pool of blood, Yoongi took the liberty to stop. He quickly picked Jimin up and walked back to the house. It had gotten dark anyway. No use in staying when you could be back home under the covers.

Halfway on their journey home, Yoongi checked on the little boy he was carrying in his arms. Jimin was crying silently although he was partially asleep. The bruise wasn't too bad, but it looked rather angry. He decided to call Jin to ask how to cure black eyes. Jin had always told him how, but he ended up forgetting the next day.

He even knew why Jin had such great knowledge of black eyes. It was all because of his old boyfriend, YoungSoo(credit to StarlightNArmy). He seemed happier with his new husband, Namjoon now. Yoongi was happy for the both of them.

Jin was happily baking a cake with Namjoon for their anniversary. When he felt his phone vibrate, he reflexitively picked it up.

"Ah, look who calls for the first time in forever," Jin said jokingly. Yoongi wasn't in the mood for jokes right now. He just needed the info for injuries.

"Hi eomma. Can you guess what I'm calling for?"

"Let me guess. You need to be re-informed on how to get rid of black eyes?"

"Yeah. But not for me. It's for my boyfriend."

Jin gasped in delight. His little boy was becoming a man.

"Oh my god! You've finally found the perfect one! Tell me, is his rear end as nice a his face?" Jin asked with a cheeky tone.

"Eomma! That's private info!" Yoongi exclaimed.

"Sorry, sorry. Just put a cold ice pack on there for a few minutes. Then strap a warm compress over it. Warm, not hot...Namjoon! Aish, I have to go. This big lug in the kitchen is going to flatten my pans at this rate. Call back soon," Jin said, then he hung up.

Yoongi put his phone away and started running home. Now that he had the information, he wanted to get Jimin better as soon as possible. He hated seeing his mochi in pain and had an idea what he would do after.