Worth Your Weight (Silver And Gold) (JiminxBTS) [Dropped]

5: Regret, Fuckers

Heyyy its an update!

Yeah my updating schedule has been non existent recently and idk if it's gone come back any time soon, but until then, please bare with me! I'm gonna try my best!

But pls enjoy this chapter!

Park Jimin coolly slicked and parted his blood locks and applied his best makeup. Expensive satins caressed his curvy body, the angry red patterns of dragons and flowers really bringing out his hair. He wore a red, long Changshang with loose white pants underneath.

If it weren't for the temporary "brace" on his foot and crutches, he'd be a practical model. He needs to look perfect for when he meets the BTS heirs.

Because first impressions are always important.

"What do you mean he came early? He was scheduled to arrive tomorrow!" Jeon JiKook hissed at his coworker. The sudden news through them all for a loop, they didn't expect for Feng Zhou Yu to pull something like this.

"Well obviously, that's not the case!" Seokmin scoffed, "I already informed the boys last night that the little Feng was coming this morning... hopefully they're ready."

They were definitely not ready.

"JESUS CHRIST JUNGKOOK WHY THE FUCK IS YOUR DIRTY SOCKS IN MY BATHROOM DRAWER?" Taehyung screeched, launching the offending cloth at the boy.

"TAE! YOU'RE MAKING MORE OF A MESS THAN THERE ALREADY IS! KEEP CLEANING!" Namjoon ordered grumpily. It hasn't been a good week for him.

Yesterday he was kicked in the balls by some short kid, and today he finds out that his future fiancé came early. And the house was a fucking mess.

"Why didn't we just hire a maid or something? It would make more sense." Yoongi was also grouchy. Mainly because the last time he got laid was over two days ago, and he can't get his mind off of that amazing ass he saw last night... maybe he'll be at the bar again tonight.  What are the chances he'll see that piece of plump ass again?

"Why the hell do I have to clean my room? It's not like he's gonna come in to it." Hoseok whined as Jin pulled out three overflowing trash bags from his room. "Because you're all slobs and you'll die if you don't stay clean!" The "mom" of them replied.

He was the only one who cleaned in this household, the rest of his "brothers" were absolutely disgusting. I mean, what do you expect in a house full of young adults who've never had to clean for themselves before?

The Kims and Jungs arrived just as the last counters were cleaned, and the last trash can was emptied.

"Ah, it's so clean! I'm so happy my boys live such a pristine life style!" Mrs. Kim beamed as she went to hug each of her sons. As she came close to each of their ears she whispered a sharp "Don't fuck this up for mommy." (Two faced bitch, but the real Mrs. Kims, all three of them are probably wonderful people)

"You all go wait in the living room, he's on his way now." Mr. Jung ordered coolly, not even sparing his son a glance. Hobi didn't say anything as he disappeared first.

"Yes, we'll meet him first and then come to introduce you all. Remember to be on your best behavior, first impression are the most important in business like this." Mrs. Jung told the rest of them, not even caring that her own son isn't among them.

Not five minutes had passed since all the boys left that there was a knock at the door, and an announcement. (Who needs a doorbell when your Park Jimin?)

"Young master Feng has arrived."

Mrs. Jung hurriedly went to open the door for her future son in law (lmao she wishes).

"你好, my name is Feng Park Jimin. Pleasure to meet you." Jimin have a dazzling smiled and bowed his body slightly to the older couples in front of him.

They were stupefied.

The boy in front of them was like a dream; wearing beautiful traditional clothes with a handsome face, not to mention his amazing manners! They could only wish hopelessly that one of their sons could be so good.

While the four adults gazed like deer, Jimin limped his way in with the help of his driver, who insisted it would be funny to announce his presence like in historical dramas. ("The crown prince is entering!") That was when they noticed the ankle brace. 

"Oh my! What happened?" Mrs. Jung was by his side immediately to support him, despite his driver still holding his other arm. "Don't worry about me, Auntie. I got in a little busking accident before coming here." He said smoothly.

"Did someone do that to you? We must have him fined for this! They can't just hurt a person and get away with it." Mr. Jung chimed in. Oh Jimin so badly wanted to retort, "Yes, let's fine that son of yours then. He can pay for his troubles." But of course he kept his mouth shut.

"It was only an accident, there's no need for that." The red head gently broke away from Mrs. Jung and nodded his head to his driver as he handed him his temporary crutches. Waving a quick goodbye and semi bow, he thanked him for driving him in quick Chinese before turning back to the four there.

"As I've said, my name is Feng Park Jimin, and you are?" Jimin smiled widely. People often compared his looks to his father, when in reality he looked much more like his mother and had the same charm as her. He doesn't blame people for the mistake however, it's hard to compare someone to someone who is no longer there.

"Ah, nice to meet you, my name is Taemin, and this is my wife: Jinmin." Mr. Kim took the liberty to introduce them first, shaking Jimin's hand firmly. In turn, Jimin bowed and took Jinmin's hand is his and placed a light kiss upon the back. (Let's pretend they don't notice the names)

The clear western custom was enough to make Mrs. Kim blush a little at how charismatic this young man was. Business aside, she would love to have this man as her son. (I made that sound like she's just yeeting her three other sons for Jimin 😂😂)

Next up was the Jungs, which was much the same as the Kim's.

Naturally, Jimin already knew their names and they obviously knew his. But introductions are always expected.

"Now why don't we head to the living room? The boys are dying to meet you." Mrs. Kim smiled, leading the way.

Yeah, Jimin just bets they are.

The six men heard the exchange, all of them swearing they heard the voice once before but brushing it off.

They stood up one by one when the five pair of footsteps were heading their way.

Taehyung quickly checked over his clothes while Jungkook fixed his hair. Jin plastered on a smile and Yoongi crosses his arms.

Namjoon checked his watch by habit, and brushed a quick hand by his blond hair. Jung Hoseok could care the fuck less about this, but he knew he had no other choice. So he threw on a half assed look and got ready to meet some pompous, rich asshole just like him.

First was Mrs. Kim, who smiled satisfied at seeing her three sons standing by each other. They were all tall and handsome. She was sure that Jimin would choose one of them, having three kids really did pay off in the end.

The Jung's came next, giving their son a quick nod.

Finally, the clacking or crutches echoed on the marble floor of the room as Mr. Kim walked beside the mystery boy, there to aid him in case he fell.

The six became more and more tense as he came closer. The light amount of sweat on their necks turned ice cold however, once that oh so familiar head of red came through on crutches.

"Hello, my name is Feng. You can call me Park Jimin however. I look forward to living with you all, please take care of me." He bowed for the fifth time that day. His greeting was innocent enough, but it was perfectly clear to the boys in front of him what the message really was:

"You're all fucked."

Lmao