metanoia «yoonmin»

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[warning: domestic violence kinda]

Jimin regretted his choices.

Just as Yoongi had asked him that exact questions with voice so stern and face serious but at the same time slightly stretched by a side smirk, Jimin's phone had rang. Jimin was still dizzy with the pleasure he had felt from the kiss; he had to talk with Mingi later about it. His head was swirling with question marks and thoughts that were not necessarily connected to one another. So much was happening at once but it was cut off so suddenly that Jimin could assimilate none of it.

Jeongguk nudged at his arm and Jimin looked at the phone in his arm. His mother. He was not even surprised.

"Jimin-ah. When are you coming home? It's almost dinner time." Surprisingly to Jimin she did not sound worried or pissed; her voice was rather calm and blank. It was scary. Jimin could picture her green glowing eyes and random spoons and knives flying around in the house.

"I'm coming," Jimin mumbled.

Yoongi was looking at him attentive and raised up a brow questioning.

"Your father and I want to speak with you. Hurry up."

"Yes, mother..."

The call ended as sudden as it had begun. His mother was furious.

"I guess we will have to put off our relationship talk," said Yoongi. He looked disappointed. "Come on. I will drive you." Then he turned to their friends. "You, dumb asses, kindly remove yourself from my property. Thanks."

"Actually I own like one eighth of the studio." Kihyun grinned.

"Then go sleep on top of your bar." Yoongi rolled his eyes. "Out. Now."

Jimin shivered. He was not cold. He just liked seeing Yoongi being in control.

"Party pooper." Taehyung pouted but stood up nevertheless. Jimin noted at how Jeongguk's arm slowly wrapped around the older's waist.

"What are we doing about tomorrow?" Mingi asked. Everyone was standing at the door now, waiting for Taehyung to finish what Jimin assumed was the slowest in history tying of shoelaces.

Yoongi looked thoughtful for a bit. "We have to go to the old underground and meet with E'dawn." Yoongi put on his leather jacket and Jimin gulped. He loved Yoongi in leather. "He wants us there by the usual time. We really need it so we can't allow ourselves to miss another Sunday."

Mingi nodded and followed the others outside.

–

It had been a while since Jimin feared meeting his parents. He was now sitting in the front seat in Yoongi's car, Yoongi's hand on its usual place on Jimin's thigh. Jimin was shaking slightly but he was doing his best to get rid of the anxiety. His mother could not know much, right?

"Who is E'dawn?" Jimin decided to ask just so that he distracts himself from the issue with his mother.

"Doesn't concern you," Yoongi answered. Jimin huffed. He did not need to be so rude. Yoongi sighed, his hand started moving on Jimin's thigh. "An acquaintance..."

"Whatever."

"Jimin," Yoongi said. Jimin turned to look at him and for the first time since he had met Yoongi he was not looking at him but at his lap as if he were nervous. "Can we talk about earlier?"

Jimin tensed and probably Yoongi sensed it because his hand began moving slower, drawing circles and flowers on Jimin's jeans. Jimin shook his head and looked through the window. Maybe talking with his mother was going to be better. Or not...