Give You Hell || j.j.k

20. Gay in Europe

(!!!!TW!!!! Mentions of suicide)
Yoongi was pulled away by his shoulders as Jimin was already stuffed into the car.
"Get your fucking hands off me!" He screamed at the Spanish bodyguards who didn't understand a word he said.
"We need to get home! I don't have time for this..." he hissed before biting the hand of the man who was pulling on his body.
The man groaned and loosened his grip, and Yoongi turned to Jimin.
"Go! I can handle her! Get home!" He yelled as the man recovered, heading straight for Yoongi.
"Your aunt said it wouldn't work without all of us!"
"I'll find a way!" He yelled as Yoongi evaded the man's arms. "I can handle your mother, Yoongi."
He gave a smile before Yoongi finally bolted.
The man returned, empty handed and out of breath as he climbed into the passenger's seat, next to the driver.
He said something in Spanish to the one behind the wheel, something about 'el niño mirror un gate-o?'
Jimin didn't speak Spanish.
"So, um... how far is Ms. Min?"
"Isn't she your mother?" The Korean driver asked.
Jimin's eyes widened for only a second.
"Right, didn't know you could speak Korean." He excused as the car drove off.
"Which friend of yours was that? Seokjin?"
Jimin chuckled. "He's my gay lover."
"O-oh..." the man focused on the road. "I should've guessed by the way that he dressed!" He tried to joke, and Jimin hid his unparalleled joy with a smirk.
"He is a very, very gay boy..." he shook his head.
"I'm a bit new, is this how your mother collects all her guests?"
Jimin shuttered. "Since I met- was born."
"Alright then, sit back." The man said with kind eyes. "I'm Mr. Choi."
———
I never realized how alone I was now until I was sitting 10 feet away from my boyfriend's corpse at his funeral.
Was it cause I pushed everyone away? Jungkook maybe.
I think it was the fact that he was just the most stable, so he stayed the longest.
I almost chuckled as I stared at the flowers.
Violets.
Satan was the most emotionally stable of all of my friends.
I saw Hoseok when I walked in, standing by Namjoon. They didn't see me though, so I didn't say anything.
"(Y/n)? Would you like to say a few words?"
I was sitting next to his mother, and she placed her aging hand on mine.
Her eyes pleaded me, and no matter how much I knew I would hate myself if I didn't, my feet still shook and my hands were cold.
I looked into the casket as I took the stand.
He looked okay.
There was makeup caked onto his face, due to him being dead for so long.
His hair was styled the way he hated it, smooth and silky.
His lips were tinted purple, and every ounce of him was gone.
It's what made him so beautiful.
I faced the crowd, and gave his little sisters the biggest smile I could muster.
"Some of you know me.. I'm the one that Taehyung took around the gatherings and showed off to all of you too many times." I managed to say, getting a few light chuckles.
"That boy... that man loved me. He loved me so much in a way that I'd never felt before, and will never feel again. He was pure, and hardworking, and the last person on this earth I would wish this fate on-!" I began to choke up.
I took a breath.
"I can see his eyes in so many here. He's so lucky to have these pews full of these people that love him."
I looked over the crowd again.
"Let Taehyung remind you of how bittersweet life can be. He was too good to stay here for too long. He was taken from us too soon, but..." I looked back on his casket, that might has have been empty.
"Angels belong in heaven, and they can't stay here too long."
As loud as the claps at a funeral can get, I got it.
I wasn't crying.
In fact, I didn't cry after that.
His body, looking like that, it just told me everything I needed to know.
He wasn't here anymore, he is in a better place.
As cliche as it sounded, it was true. He was wherever he could listen to old jazz, and rock in a chair as he stroked his childhood dog.
That's where he was.
I smiled to myself on the way home.
He's such an old man...
———
"You brought me the Park kid!" The lady yelled from the other room and Jimin tensed.
Poor Mr. Choi...
"My kid's visiting Spain and you can't even kidnap him like a normal fuckin' step father?!" She continued and Jimin looked around, confused.
"How old is he now? If he's legal, I'm sleeping with him to spite you..." the clacking of heels followed and the woman opened the big doors, sticking her head out.
"Hun, how old are you now?"
"18."
"Perfect!" She gave a big smile before slamming the door and continuing to scream.
Jimin weighed everything that just happened.
Step father? He wondered how many times that had happened before.
But more importantly, was sleeping with two of his best friend's mom's okay?
Morally, no.
He thought about her, and she was basically the milf version of (Y/n)...
Was it weird that that made him want to do it more?
"Jimin, sweetheart! How have you been!!! Come in!" She ushered as Mr. Choi walked away with his head down.
The office was nice and expensive, and so was the alcohol.
"Do, how's my babygirl and that cute Taeyoung boy doing?" She asked.
"It's Taehyung." Jimin corrected bitterly. "And he's dead."
The woman choked on her drink. "Before or after they broke up?" She asked as she resumed chewing her gum.
"They didn't." He responded dryly.
"Oh, and she's all involved?! Pity..." she dismissed.
"I think she could use some motherly love right now, she has nothing." Jimin suggested as he swished his drink.
"Why now? Never needed me before, won't need me now." She put her feet on the desk.
"But I will be home in about... 6 months? So, so make sure she's okay by then cause she's got some adulting to do and can't be sad while I'm there!" She joked, and Jimin stood up.
"You literally left her when she needed you, and you're making jokes about it?" Jimin stood, angrily.
"Well, you did the same, didint you? Friends since middle school, and then what? Follow her dumbass brother to Spain because he can't handle his feelings?" She poured herself more to drink. "Well, it runs in the family, and I'll bet (Y/n) doesn't handle her feelings well either."
Jimin processed.
The woman scoffed.
"Well? Go save my kids!"
———
"What is this?!" Jungkook literally broke the door as I chucked the pill bottle back in the cabinet.
"What is what?!" I spat back.
"This fucking note that was taped to your door?!" He held up the paper.
I rolled my eyes at him.
"I'm gonna be with him, okay?" I mumbled out.
"Your record has you going straight to hell! You're doing deals with the devil, (Y/n)!"
"Anywhere is better than here!" I screamed.
"NOT THERE!" He crumpled the paper.
"I WENT TO TBE FUNERAL OF THE MAN I LOVE, ALONE! A WEEK WITHOUT YOU SAYING A WORD TO ME AND THEN YOU EXPECT ME TO BE FINE?!" I yelled.
He retreated.
"Look, I know you're here to get home, and-" I started breathing heavily.
"W-What? (Y/n)?!" He ran over to me as my legs gave out and I sat on my bed.
"I know what I want." I deadpanned.
"Hey, just lay down I'll make you some soup or-"
"I know what I want to do for my deal."
He stayed silent.
"Bring Taehyung back."