Your pain is my pleasure: BTS AU

Forty-two

I enter the kitchen and stop in the doorway, Jimin almost running into me from behind. He starts complaining but shuts up when he looks over my shoulder and sees why I stopped moving, both of our eyes wide as we take in the sight in front of us.

"Um.....what's all this for, mom?" he asks cautiously, stepping around me and walking towards his mother as she places two plates of pancakes at the table. "The last time you made me pancakes it was because someone had died."

"Shut up, Jimin" she reprimands, waving a battered-covered whisk in his direction. "No one died, idiot. I made them for Charley's birthday!"

I can't help but smile, accepting the hug she gives me with open arms. Mrs. Park has always been on top of things regarding birthdays and special occasions. I'm just happy that she remembered mine was today, let alone her going above and beyond by making me pancakes. Sometimes I would wish that she was my mom instead of the one I already have, this moment no exception. 

"Thank you, Mrs. Park" I thank as she sways with me still in her arms, her familiar perfume calming me. She pulls away to look at me with a grin, her kind eyes sparkling with fondness.

"It was my pleasure, love. Mr. Park wishes you a happy birthday as well. You guys slept in really late so he had to leave for work, but he left some money on the counter so that you and Jimin can order some delivery for dinner."

I nod and she motions towards the kitchen table, Jimin and I sitting down next to each other as she finishes cleaning up the slight mess she had made. 

"I will be leaving now as well. We won't be home until late tonight, so behave yourselves."

She narrows her eyes on Jimin's form as he shoves another bite of pancake into his mouth, her crossing her arms over her chest as she waits for him to look at her. His eyes widen when he finally does, a look of betrayal appearing on his face when he takes in her sinister look.

"What the heck, mom? I always behave myself."

"Right....." she trails off as she picks up her purse and walks out of the kitchen, Jimin gaping after her. Her footsteps fade until she gets to the front door and closes it, him grumbling to himself as we become the only people in the house. 

He turns to me, "why didn't you tell me it was your birthday?"

I can't help but scoff, chasing down my bite of fluffy pancake with a sip of chocolate milk. "Jimin, you didn't talk to me for two weeks. I wouldn't have been able to tell you even if I wanted to."

"Oh. Right. That."

He suddenly stands from his seat and goes behind me, his hands finding their way onto my shoulders. I close my eyes and groan when his fingers dig into my muscles and he begins to give me a massage, leaning my head back against his chest. 

"I'll do whatever you want me to for the rest of today" he quickly supplies, moving his hands to my neck. "You want food? I'll bye you food. You want me to shut up? I won't talk until you say I can."

I smile to myself as I just enjoy the special treatment I am getting, thinking of ways to take advantage of this. The only reason why I forgave Jimin is because I can read him relatively well. He is legitimately sorry for what he did, and I haven't met a lot of people in my life who would apologize for being wrong. He's trying to make up for his mistake, and although I'm not one hundred percent over what he did, it's easier to be nice and let him make up for his mistakes rather than being petty and subjecting myself to being alone while everyone else insists on ignoring me. 

We finish eating rather quickly, the high I had got just before still going strong thanks to the wax. I help Jimin wash the rest of the dishes before we both head over to the living room, the two of us sitting down on the couch.

"What is your first royal command, my Queen?" Jimin asks in a chipper tone, his overly-dramatic bow making me laugh as I stand back up and head over to the TV.

I pick out a movie and put it in, skipping over to the curtains and closing them so that no sunlight can stream through. I also turn off the lights before going over and pressing the buttons needed to start the movie.

"We are going to watch The Princess Bride, and you are going to run your fingers through my hair."

A/N: I'm legit going to watch it later today now that I mentioned it here. It's been a month since the last time I watched it, which means it has been way too long

His mouth drops open, "the whole time?"

"Yes, Jimin. You got a problem with that?"

I turn to face him from my kneeling position in front of the TV, narrowing my eyes at his seated form. I watch as he gulps noticeably before rapidly shaking his head from side to side, him shifting slightly in his seat as he chuckles nervously.

"Of course not! No problems here. Ready and willing to serve."

"That's what I thought" I mumble under my breath before fixing the volume so that it is just right, a smirk forming on my lips. I think I'm gunna like being able to boss him around all of the time. I already pretty much did that before too, but at least now he can't really complain about it without immediately backtracking. 

I stand and make my way back over to the couch, sitting down a little ways away from him and turning on my side. I put my head in his lap and curl my knees up so that my feet are resting on the couch as well, sighing when Jimin's hand makes its way into my hair. It is getting pretty long now, his fingers relaxing me as he pulls them through the straight locks.

"I know I already said this, but I'm really sorry about--"

"Why do you keep bringing it up?" I ask with a slight groan, turning my head slightly so that I can look up at him. He is nibbling on his lower lip, the corners of his lips turned down into a frown.

"Because it needs to be said" he answers. "I know you said that you forgive me, but I feel horrible. If it had happened to me I would have been pissed, and I don't like the fact that you forgave me so easily. I was expecting you to hate me for at least a month."

I reach over to the coffee table and grab the remote, pausing the movie so that I don't miss to much. I can feel Jimin's gaze on me as I sit up and turn towards him, crossing my legs underneath me. 

"I haven't told you this yet, but I figure that if Sami knows it won't benefit me to keep this to myself."

I wait until he turns to keep talking, my voice steady as I do so. My family is a relatively touchy subject, but I have never had trouble talking about this before. It's only when something actually happens that I freeze up and shut everybody else out, my hands folded in my lap as I sit up straighter.

"My dad is an abusive asshole who gets pleasure from making my life a living Hell." I hold out my hand when he open his mouth to say something, continuing on. "The only person who believed me when I told them was my older brother, Jay, which is basically why I became who I am today. No one except him in my family ever apologizes if they do something wrong, and it really took a toll on me when I was growing up. They would find some way to blame me for their actions, saying that they only did what they did because of who I had become. I tend to think kindly on people who realize what they did was wrong and try to make up for it with actions rather than words."

"You're actually trying, Jimin" I stress with a slight smile, reaching over and patting his shoulder. "That's really all I could ask for at this point."