Online | M.Y.G. x P.J.M

XV

"Oh my God, you fucked!" Seokjin screeched before Jimin was even completely through the door. A pink hue overtakes his features as he freezes in the doorway.

"Babe, language." Namjoon mutters from the couch. "Hypocrite..." He chuckles silently, all in good fun.

Seokjin lets out a second girly screech as he rushes to Jimin, grabbing him by the shoulders and turning the poor boy this way and that.

"How was it?! Was he good? Was he good to you? Are you in pain? Do you need medicine? Oh my God, I-"

"Shut the hell up before you embarrass him to death," Yoongi laughs as he wraps his arms around Jimin's waist from behind him. "It's hardly 11 in the morning."

Seokjin mumbles a quick apology, ushering Jimin into the house. The older sends him to his room to change out of his old clothes and seizes the moment to talk privately with Yoongi.

"Don't worry, Seokjin. I made sure he was completely comfortable with everything that was going on and I explained what he didn't know."

Seokjin smiles softly at that.

"I really do appreciate it, Yoongi. I didn't doubt you would. Thank you for taking good care of him."

"Of course. I mean, I wouldn't want to see him hurt like that, so why do it myself? Just doesn't make any sense to me. I just hope I did okay..." Yoongi drifts off, nervously rubbing the nape of his neck.

"Oh, please. Don't give me that! Chimchim is head over freaking heels for you. If something was wrong, he'd tell you right away."

Yoongi makes a noise of affirmation, ruffling his own hair.

"You're right, I trust him to be honest with me."

Yoongi glances through the doorway, seeing Jimin walk by a ways away in basketball shorts and Yoongi's favorite hoodie. His heart swells with love when he sees it, almost cooing audibly.

"Do you see him?" Seokjin asks with a smirk. "You're smiling like an idiot."

Yoongi chuckles, ignoring the obvious blush overtaking his cheeks. Jimin smiles sheepishly as he walks towards the front door where the two are standing.

"Are you leaving now?" Jimin asks, his pout evident in his tone.

"I'm about to. I have to go home and catch up on some music work and and I have to look for a job, too. Come visit anytime, sweetheart." Yoongi embraces Jimin before leaving a sweet kiss on his lips, heading towards his car and driving home.

Jimin flops onto his back on the couch, a long, happy sigh leaving his lips.

"I love him, hyungs. So much." He hums, recounting his night (leaving out some details) to the pair, his whole face alight with joy and pure happiness. His voice falters as he glances at Seokjin, whose eyes are glossed over with tears. "A-Are you okay, hyung?"

Seokjin wipes his eyes more dramatically than needed. "I'm just... I'm glad you met him, Chimchim. I really am. I feel bad that I doubted you two before and thought that it wouldn't work. You both love each other so much, and I can clearly see it in the way you look at each other, hold each other, and even just talk about each other. I'm glad you found your person." He doesn't bother to wipe the stray tear on his cheek, letting a few more fall as Jimin crawls over to his spot on the couch, embracing him tightly like the time a few days prior.

"I'm glad you like him, Eomma," Jimin giggles.

"I'll let that name slide just this once," Seokjin chuckles back. He gestures for Namjoon to join the hug. He wraps his big arms around the two, holding them both close.