Jinkook | Our Journey

21.

*Jin POV*

"Out." My dad spat, through his teeth. "Get out!"

"Jin, how could you?" This was my mom. Neither of us said anything, though Jungkook's hand tightened around mine.

And that was enough.

"He's not going anywhere." I managed to say. I tried to sound firm, but my voice trembled, somewhat ruining the effect.

"Jin, this is my home, and Jungkook is leaving-"

"Like Jin said, he's not going anywhere." Yoongi said, his voice sounding much stronger than mine.

I glanced gratefully at him and he nodded back.

Both my parents turned to Yoongi, speechless at the 180 turn-around he'd made, and then turned back to glare at Jungkook.

Jungkook met their gaze, not even flinching. "Mr and Mrs Kim... I love your son, and I can't apologise for that. I can leave now, but I can't promise to stay away permanently."

My dad spluttered, his face turning redder than it already was. "This is my home, and you are not welcome in it anymore!" He bellowed, taking a step towards Jungkook.

"Why?" Jimin asked, speaking for the first time. We all looked at him. Jimin knew why. So why was he asking?

"He - he defiled my son!"

"Defiled?" Jimin repeated.

"Yes." My mom said, folding her arms across her chest. She was calmer than my dad.

"Look at Jin. Does he look like someone who's been "defiled" to you?"

"Jimi-" My dad started to say.

"Look at Jin." Jimin repeated boldly.

They turned grudgingly towards me. Both looked as if they wanted to kill me. Jungkook rubbed soothing circles into the back of my hand.

"Jin was perfectly fine," Yoongi began. "He ate normally, slept normally, had a social life... He was perfectly okay before Jungkook got thrown out."

"Don't pretend like you didn't have a major part in that-"

Yoongi cut Mom off. "I'm not saying I didn't. I'm saying that what we did was wrong."

"Yoongi. Jungkook is leaving. Now."

"He's staying." I said, finding my voice again.

Dad shook his head at me, somewhat pityingly. "Jin, can't you see? Jungkook isn't in love with you. It's just lust. That's all there is."

"That's not true." Jungkook said, his voice a little louder now.

"Don't you pretend it's not. You saw Jin as an easy target when you moved in here-"

"Jin's anything but an easy target. If he didn't... like me that way, he'd have said so. I didn't do anything to him that he didn't want."

Things got very hectic then.

Dad came towards Jungkook, but Yoongi seemed to anticipate this happening, and he had moved behind him, holding him back, surprisingly effortlessly. My mom stood next to my dad, stroking his arm.

"He's too old for Jin!" Dad practically roared.

Jungkook stood where he was, not even flinching.

I looked over at Jimin, and he nodded encouragingly at me.

"Dad." I said, when he had calmed down a little.

He glared at me.

"How old were you when you met mom?"

Yoongi grinned, so I knew I was onto something.

"That's irrelevant," my mom answered for him.

"Tell Jin. Unless you're ashamed, of course," Yoongi said.

My dad took a deep breath, looking at all of us in turn.

"I was twenty-six."

"And how old was mom?" Yoongi asked, a smirk on his face like he already knew the answer, which I guessed he did.

"Twenty," he sighed.

I heard Jungkook chuckle quietly.

"Listen, Jin," Dad said, looking at me. "I know how my mind worked when I was in Jungkook's situation. I... I wanted things that your mom wasn't ready for. The age gap was a big problem-"

"But here you are," Jungkook interrupted. "Married. Like you have been for twenty years now. Right?"

Dad grudgingly nodded.

"And you were even older than I am now. So why is it so hard to let this happen? Why are you so scared?"

"I knew how my mind worked when I was your age. Boys like you are only after one thing."

"Have you ever thought that maybe my mind doesn't work the way yours did?"

Dad's jaw clenched. "What are you implying?"

A shrill ring made us all jump. My mom grabbed the oven gloves off the kitchen counter.

"The potatoes are ready..." She turned to my dad. "Maybe we should just have dinner as planned... We can discuss this later,"

My dad stared at her in surprise, as did the rest of us. Was she on our side now?

My dad shook his head at us, and grubbed all the way to the dining room. I let out a long breath I didn't know I had been holding.

"And as for you four," she continued, folding her arms. We all braced ourselves.

"Since you think you're big enough to take decisions like this without informing anyone, you can finish getting dinner ready by yourselves."

And my mom walked away.

We waited until we couldn't hear her footsteps anymore, but we still stayed frozen. Yoongi by the fridge, Jimin leaning against the counter, and Jungkook and I in the middle of the kitchen, my hand in his.

Then Jimin sighed, and cracked his knuckles. "That went pretty well, if I do say so myself."

Yoongi added on, pleased. "I know, right? I thought the main course would end up being Jungkook's balls or something."

Jimin stretched his fist over to Yoongi, and he returned the fist bump.

I looked at Jungkook and he looked at me. Then, all of a sudden, his lips were crushed against mine, his hands on my waist as mine wrapped against his neck.

"Jesus." Yoongi groaned, looking away. Jimin laughed, telling him not to be such a baby.

I barely even noticed.