Home Away From Home; Vmin

23

Third Person

The next day after they had fallen asleep in one another's arms they woke up to the house bustling with people. There was conversations and people laughing and a television in the background. They groaned as the rolled out of bed and Jimin yelped as his legs gave out from underneath him and he laid there for a long, long, longgg minute. "Did you have to be so rough." He continued to watch the ceiling as a mop of black hair came into view. "You're the one who was asking for it, Dove." He reached down and helped the older up, supporting him on his wobbly feet. "Yeah well you should never listen to a virgin they don't know any better." Taehyung froze. His eyes were the size of saucers as he slowly brought his gaze down to the man he had obliterated the night before. "You're a virgin?! You should of told me, I wouldn't of been so rough if I knew!" After seating Jimin on the bed he used his hands to help with what he was explaining, throwing them around to emphasis his words.

Jimin giggled, eyes damn near disappearing as he brought one hand up to cover his mouth while watching the younger make a big fuss over it. "Taehyungie, if you're done can you maybe grab me uh some boxers, socks, jogging pants and. Ooh a hoodie. I would love a hoodie." Taehyung, already having boxers on himself whipped at pair at the blond's head and then threw the socks next to him while looking for some pants. Once the pants were found he handed them over and looked at the pile of discarded clothes from the night before and grabbed his hoodie to hand to the older.

Jimin absolutely adored the hoodie. He pulled it over his head and could hear the other getting dressed into actual clothes as he could hear a belt. Once he could see again he found the younger buttoning you a dress shirt. "Where did that come from, you weren't wearing that last night." He pointed to the table, "It was there with a paper that said my name." The paper sat neatly folded on the table but had scribbles all over it.

Once they were both fully dressed they followed the voices down the stairs to see Shin treating the couch as though it were a mechanical bull. There was also Hyuna cheering her on and so was all of Jimin's friends and a majority of Taehyung's. Amber hopped over and handed a beer to him, "Tae, your Halmeoni is the fucking BOMB." Everyone was reeling of alcohol and Shin has just fallen off the back of the couch. Chanyeol was sliding down a pole when he lost his grip and slammed onto the ground, Baekhyun and Sehun who were watching broke into a fit of giggles.

The house was a wreck with a table being flipped over onto its side and at least two paintings laying face down on the floor from the aftermath of the "party" that had been taking place since early in the morning. No one knew who but someone had brought beer and handed it out to everyone who took one and then another till eventually they were all drunk. There was people in the kitchen, the backyard, the front yard and the living room. No one thought about the fact that one person had to be sober to keep them all together for they were all drunk out of their minds and Taehyung was going to change that with a few simple words to get them all to stop what they were doing and act mature.

He cupped his mouth, "OKAY EVERYONE, HAND OVER THE DRINKS. RIGHT NOW."

A couple hours later, a whole bottle of painkillers and a bunch of floor cleaner later everyone was more or less sober. Shin shuffled over holding the hip she had fallen on and pulled Jimin down to match her height. "Listen here boy, you may of worked for me and earned my trust there, but this is my grandson. You will prove to me you can have him. And if you hurt him. I will not hesitate to sell your tractor. After I pop the tires." He silently gulped but pulled Shin's hands off of his shirt and looked her right back in the eyes. "Listen here old lady, I love your grandson. And I will not hesitate to take away your car keys and your cane that you secretly carry around." A gasp left the ladies mouth but was quickly covered with a wide smile as she patted his cheek with her rough, work hardened hand. She then shuffled away again to try and find where her grandson hid the beer.