In His House | COMPLETED

33. Falling

I had to split this chapter in like three parts because it was a huge ass chapter of Yoonmin being horny, so expect another update today, hopefully in some minutes if I don't fall asleep because it's fucking five a.m. tf

They arrived home and and Yoongi dialed the password to let them in.

"Oh, look darling, this is one of those fancy buildings with passwords." Jimin's mom said to her husband and the latter just hummed. They all entered the house. "I would always forget the password, that's why I prefer keys... well, I forget the keys too, but I'm just so bad at remembering passwords.

"I am too." Yoongi laughed politely as he invited them to sit on the leather couch. "That's why I always use my birthday as a password." Yoongi admitted.

"This is a nice place." Jimin's father inspected the whole place with his eyes. "This is not yours, right?"

"Dad." Jimin whispered. He hated when his father tried to look all powerful and judgy.

"It is mine indeed." Yoongi smiled, offering the couple something to drink, which they kindly accepted. "It was a gift from my father."

Jimin's eyes widened at that. He had thought this place was someone else's and they were both paying rent. He never knew he was actually living in his house.

"That's quite the gift." His mom giggled.

"So you're the one whom we pay monthly?" Jimin's father asked, not liking the idea that his money is going to this young man.

"Yes, I am." Yoongi looked a little uncomfortable replying that. "You're the ones who pay me?" He finally asked.

Now Jimin felt uncomfortable and like a little child because Yoongi was an independent man, he worked, he had his own stuff, a house, car and a stable job and income... and Jimin was just a student whose parents still payed for everything he spent. He felt like a kid next to Yoongi.

"Yes, Jimin doesn't know what it is like to pay for his own stuff. We actually still have control over his credit and debit card because it's my money, after all."

The room was left in an awkward silence. It was obvious for Yoongi that Jimin's father was not really kind. They hadn't talked for too long and it was clear he had a superiority complex and always tried to humiliate his own son.

"Talking about that, Jimin, months ago I received the text that you withdrew money, but you never told me where you spent it in in your monthly report." His mother stated.

On one had, Yoongi was more than surprised because what the hell? Did his mother receive a text everytime Jimin used his cards? Did Jimin have to give them a monthly report telling them in which he spend everything? And, on the other hand, Jimin was more than nervous because he knew too well what cash withdrawal his mom was talking about.

It was from that one time he bought the pink dildo. Of course he was not going to text his mom 'hey mom, this amount is because I bought a dildo for myself'.

"I probably forgot what I spent it in." He lied and he could've sworn he saw Yoongi smirking. "I am always busy. University drains me too much."

"Oh, my cute smart boy." She smiled. "You're doing well."

"Thanks, mom." Jimin whispered with tinted cheeks, but he heard his dad scoffing.

"Don't act like that, Jimin. It's embarrassing looking at you acting like this in front of your roommate." His father scolded in a harsh voice. Jimin knew he was referring to Jimin acting all shy and blushing like a schoolgirl. His father had always hated that about Jimin.