Love Arranged

IV

So guess who's a lying ass hoe?

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Ch 4

Soon after Jungkook had stormed out of the room, his parents glanced at each other, then quickly excused themselves and hastily left the room after him.

Half an hour had passed since then. A few minutes ago, Mr. Jeon had  warily entered the room, avoiding the various looks of the family and asked Mr. Park to join him in the study, for a 'talk'. 

Jimin wondered how far the study was from the boy's room. For Jungkook's sake, it would be better if it was far, at least out of earshot. Incase any argument should break out between the two men, which, considering the boy's previous statement was true, was most likely. 

Jimin's sister had joined him on the seat close to the window. She had grabbed the soft pink pillow, matching the tiny couch, and huffed as she sat down. She was now staring out the huge glass window with slightly wide eyes, probably trying to comprehend what just happened. Jimin just put an arm behind her, reaching her other shoulders and comfortingly rubbing it.

His mother had been sitting across the room from them, her arms and legs crossed and a very annoyed look on her face. 

 He glanced up when he saw that Mrs. Jeon enter the room and pull his mother into a corner. Rita was shaking and jittering as she tried to explain whatever the hell Jimin couldn't hear because of her hushed tone. His mother just regarded her with a cold, blank stare. 

The two women had now been snapping at each other for a while now, Jimin quickly got bored of trying to read their lips, and used his free hand to continue scrolling through instagram. 

He looked up when Ji-yong nudged her elbow in his side. "What?" He hissed.

"You should go talk to him." She said.

"Who?"

"Jungkook."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Why the hell should I talk to him?"

"I don't know! Shouldn't you comfort him or something? Yknow, one gay man to another." 

Jimin made a disgusted face. "Okay first of all, t -that's offensive." He said, lifting a finger in Ji-yong's face. It was her turn to furrow her brows. 

But before she could say anything, he cut her off. "And second of all! I don't even know the guy! It's none of my business."  He could feel his sister's glare on him as he picked up his phone again and opened instagram. 

Though, his finger for some reason, hovered over a post, twitching and shaking, but never being able to bring itself to scroll past the same post of a cat stealing treats on loop. Jimin bit his lips, his grip tightening on his phone. He huffed in frustration as he pocketed his phone and got off the small couch. He glanced at Ji-yong, who had the biggest smirk on her face. Jimin wished to smack it off. 

"I'm just. Going to the bathroom." He stated.

"Sure you are." Her smile widened. She cheekily grinned at him as he turned around and left, never breaking their eye contact, which was basically a glare from Jimin. Until he turned the corner, and disappeared behind the wall.

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Jimin had stopped a few maids on his way to ask for directions, who kindly led him to a staircase and pointed in the direction he should find the young masters bedroom.

He followed their directions which led him to a tall yellow door. He huffed a breath and knocked on the door.

No sound.