Some Kind Of Wonderful (a yoonmin fan fiction ) Mature content

Chapter Twenty-Two

Saturday was fast approaching, and to Jimin this was more than just a date now.  It was his chance to show once and for all who he was, and how he was just as good as anyone else, and that money and status mean nothing.  He enlisted the help of his best friend, who, if he was honest had been his rock and taken far more shit than any friend should ever endure.  Jimin found himself thinking about Yoongi often these days, back to their encounter at the garage and the feel of his tongue slipping past his own plump lips as they parted so welcomingly.  If he was honest, he'd used that memory many times in heat fuelled moments, when he was throbbing into his own hand in the shower, whispering Yoongi's name as he came.  Continuing down a path of denial and putting it down to the only reference to sexual pleasure he had ever had.  

Jimin's parents had been making him put aside money for college for the last 4 years and he had amassed a decent amount.  Not enough to see him through college, but enough to add to a scholarship and whatever little bit his parents could chip towards it.  Cutting school on that Thursday afternoon with Yoongi to visit the bank might not be the most thought out idea he'd ever had.  But he was determined to play this one out his way. 

With some trepidation, but with a resoluteness Yoongi had never seen in his friend, Jimin withdrew the majority of his savings from his account at the bank.  Now they were walking along those old familiar railroad tracks that led them to their part of town, in particular Yoong's trailer, so they didn't get caught playing hooky.  Jimin's mom was on morning shifts this week, which meant she'd be home and would have his balls on a plate for cutting school.  "Do you think anyone can tell you're loaded right now?" laughed Yoongi.  Jimin beamed an innocent expression "where would I get enough money to be loaded?" he laughed, before falling into a comfortable silence with each other.

"Do you want me to tell you again how fucked up this plan is Jimin, or are you still going ahead with it?" asked Yoongi seriously, suddenly feeling the gravity of the situation.   "No" Jimin deadpanned, not wanting his accomplice to talk him out of It.  Since he was young he'd been the butt of someone's jokes, the nerd, the freak, and that was mainly due to his soft, quiet nature.  Yoongi was the same build, but radiated danger and an air of mystery, even though Jimin knew it was all an act.  Yoongi was soft like a kitten, he liked skinship, cuddles and his scalp tickling.  Jimin mentally berated himself for his wandering thoughts yet again, and hoped his leather clad companion hadn't noticed the dreamy blush that kept swarming over him.  

The afternoon sun was scorching down, and birds chirped in the trees and overhead telephone wires.  Yoongi removing his heavy leather jacket, revealing his slightly muscular, tattooed arms.  He ran his hand through his white blonde bleached unruly hair, and Jimin thought he had never seen something as beautiful in his life.  His mouth dried as he watched his best friend, sudden realisations threatening to surface if he stared too long.  If he was completely honest with himself, things had changed for him since his lips had brushed Yoongi's the night of the sleepover a while ago, and again when he'd freely handed over his first kiss to the boy. 

But now wasn't the time to make a fool of himself, he'd been chasing a pipe dream for so long that he'd ignored everything else.  Besides, Yoongi was way out of his league and he had something to prove to himself, and to Jungkook that he could be the guy of his dreams, only he wasn't sure what his own dreams were anymore.  He was startled back to reality by Yoongi waving a hand in front of his face, "Hey Min, where you at?" he mocked.  He'd noticed Jimin staring, but didn't want to dwell on it, his heart was already fragile, and one more knock might just be the end of him.  

"I was saying, You've been hording that cash for years right?" said Yoongi pulling Jimin from his daze.  "Yeah, It's mainly extras I've earned from the garage, birthday money and shit, you know?" agreed Jimin with a shrug.  "How high up is your dad gonna be when he shits on you for spending your college money?" he asked concerned.  Jimin concentrated on a large seagull currently pecking open a bin bag for a hearty feast and smiled.  "You probably wont be able to measure it with existing technology" he agreed.  "Shit Min, why is college so important to him anyways?, it's obviously something you don't wanna do" questioned his friend with concern.