metanoia «yoonmin»

14

Mrs. Park was watching in horror at the tattooed man in front of her. He hardly bore any expression and around his arms snaked so many tattoos she could not count them. His hair was a shocking blue color. His ears were pierced so many times that the earring her Jimin was hiding from her seemed insignificant. Of course, she had wanted to confront him about it but her husband had asked her to wait. It should have been Jimin's decision to share with them. She had agreed unwillingly to wait a week. Tomorrow she had planned to talk to Jimin.

"–so as I was saying, Jimin can't exactly come home for now," the man said and sighed. "I hope you understand and you aren't going to trouble him"

"Aren't you Min Yoongi?" she asked instead and watched as his jaw stiffened. "How do you know what's happening with Jimin or any of his friends? Stay away from my son." She was about to close the door but Yoongi's foot stopped her from doing so.

"You must know I'm Hoseok's step-brother." Yoongi smiled coldly. "I'm supposed to know what's going on with my brother. He fell down the stairs and Jimin and Jeongguk went with him to the hospital." Mrs. Park opened her mouth but before she could speak Yoongi interrupted. "Hoseok and Jeongguk forgot their phones at the house since–you know–they were busy getting Hoseok in the ambulance. Jimin managed to phone me since none of our parents picked up before his battery died. Being the nice hyung I am I thought I wouldn't worry you. Don't make this hard please."

Yoongi then turned on his heel, showed a peace sign and began walking away with no further words. All Mrs. Park could do was watch at his back and wonder what people Jimin was currently messing with. First an earring and now this farce.

She hoped he was not with the wrong people just like she once was.

–

"How did it go?" Jimin asked once Yoongi entered the car they had parked around the corner. Jimin had felt too much guilt to go and lie his mother to her face. He just could not. And telling her he the leader of the most powerful local gang was demanding his presence for some interrogation was even worse.

"She isn't going to bother us. I think." Yoongi started the engine. He quickly kissed Jimin's cheek before holding the wheel and heading for the Seafoxes headquarters or at least that was what Jimin called them.

"How did she react to–"

"Seeing me? As expected."

Jimin nodded. He knew his mother would never approve of such a person as his friend not mentioning whatever he and Yoongi were slowly becoming.

"Jimin." Jimin hummed in reply. "Do you regret last night?"

Jimin's eyes were wide and awake as he looked over at Yoongi. Did he regret it? Was Yoongi kidding him?

"I don't," said Jimin instead.

"If you have any doubts about all this, it isn't late." Yoongi turned the car and Jimin could already see the Seafoxes' building. "I'll talk with Namjoon and we will get you out of this mess. I promise."

Jimin huffed. The car stopped in front of the entrance and Yoongi finally looked Jimin in the eyes. He seemed serious.

"If I had doubts–and I don't–I wouldn't be here, in this car, with you."

"Jimin, don't–"

"I've done whatever my mother wanted me to my whole life. This is the first time I do something for myself. Let me do it, hyung. Please."

Yoongi's face melted into one of his rare gummy smiles. Jimin could not help but smile in response as well. Yoongi's hand barely grazed his cheek, before he leaned in and gave Jimin a sweet short kiss on the lips. Thanks to the gum he had chewed shortly before meeting Jimin's mother he tasted of mint and sugar, his lips soft contrary to his image. Jimin smiled against the kiss and he felt Yoongi did the same.