IM FINALLY BACK! I'M SORRY, SCHOOL WAS BEING A BIT OF A BIATCH AND GIVING ME TONS OF TESTS TO REVISE FOR
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I'm kinda sad for some reason and you guys' comments always cheer me up
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"Uh... I think I sh-should probably be going home now.." I pushed myself off of Jimin, pretending to dust myself off before making a beeline towards the door. Jimin was left a blushing mess on the floor,gripping tightly on his towel which was the only piece of clothing covering him.
"Leaving so soon?" Jimin's mom quirked her eyebrow at me, shifting to stand in front of the doorway. "You haven't even introduced yourself." She looked me up and down almost judgingly. Pursing my lips, my eyes flickered to Jimin's siblings who were scrutinising my appearance too.
"I-I wouldn't want to cause any trouble-"
"Oh, you won't be. I like getting to know Jimin's friends, and this is a good opportunity."
"Ok... I'll stay then. " I replied, gulping at the way she was sending me judging looks. It was obvious that she was quite protective of Jimin.
"That's sorted then." she began walking out of the door, going through the corridor to the dining room .She nudged her head towards me, signalling for me to follow. I walked behind her silently ignoring Taehyung who was occupied with fangirling over the pictures he took of me and Jimin kissing.
"Jimin, could you please put some clothes on. I understand that you're probably embarrassed but your siblings would probably appreciate it if you got dressed."
"Yeah hyung, put some fucking clothes on. This ain't no strip club,ya know." his brother spoke teasingly. His eyes crinkled up at Jimin's embarrassment, turning into crescents just like how Jimin's eyes would do.
"Mommy, Hyunnie said a bad word!" Jimin's younger sister gasped.
"Jihyun, watch your fucking language. And please stop talking like that, it makes you sound like one of those kids off of the Dr Phil show." his mother scolded before turning back towards the dining room.
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Awkward. The exact word to describe the situation I was currently in. Jimin's mom basically staring straight into my soul while I was sat at the table. Jimin's younger sister staring up silently at me and his younger brother scowling at me from his seat. All while Taehyung thought this was the perfect opportunity to be demolishing a jumbo pack of Doritos. God knows why.
Jimin, please get changed quickly...
"Are you a vampire?" Jimin's sister broke the silence peering at me with curiosity.
"No. Did you think I am?"
"Yeah, you kinda look like one. " she reasoned."You're really pale and you look a little evil too."
"Oh,uhm. Thanks?" I scrunched my nose, not sure if I should've taken it as a compliment or not.
"What's your name?" she asked, stepping closer to me.
"Yoongi."
"Yoongay?"
goddammit
"No, Yoongi."
"Oh, that's a nice name. My name's Jianna."she trailed off. "Are you Jimin oppa's husband?" I choked on my breath hearing the out of the blue question, coughing quietly into my hand.
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Fanfiction"The school bad boy crying into a stuffed animal? Never thought I'd get to see it." Wherein Yoongi is the cliché 'heart throb' of the school. He spends his time either causing mischief or bullying his classmate Jimin till he's reduced to tears. Lit...
