Who Knew // YoonMin

🕺 13.4

~ Jimin's POV ~

As soon as I text Yoongi, I take my bags and rush down the stairs, tears still streaming down my cheeks. I feel so hurt, so empty, so deeply disappointed. Disappointed in my own parents, especially my dad. 

The dad that I always looked up to and admired for all my life.  

As soon as I reach for the entrance door, my mom comes rushing out of the kitchen where my dad is probably still freaking out right now.

M: "Jimin, don't go! Your father needs to calm down first, but he'll be alright, trust me."

She... she wants me to stay? Isn't she mad as well?

I look up to meet her beautiful eyes - I definitely got mine from her - and more tears keep welling up.

JM: "It's okay, mom. I- I'll be crashing at my boyfriend's house for now. Just... please don't hate me? Please?" 

As soon as the words leave my lips, a sob follows right after and I lower my head. I open the door and take a step outside, but my mom pulls me back into one of the most warm-hearted and tight hugs I've ever received from her. She pulls away to look at me, also crying. 

M: "Jimin? We could never hate you! Never, do you hear me?"

I nod slightly as she wipes away some tears. 

M: "You know your father. He means well, he just doesn't know how to deal with it yet. He loves you so so much, my Jimin. And I do, too."

I look into her red and puffy eyes once more.

JM: "I love you, too."

She looks at me with a wide grin on her face. 

M: "And, Jimin? I already knew you were gay." 

My jaw drops. My eyes widen. She knew?

JM: "How? I'm not even---"

M: "Do you remember the first girl you brought over?"

I nod, faintly remembering the embarrassing awkwardness between me and my mom, when she told me that she didn't believe that I sincerely liked that poor girl. A small smile forms on my face.

M: "See? Sometimes moms just know even before their children do."

I chuckle lightly, wiping away another tear. 

M: "And just like I knew then, I know now that your dad will come to his senses, believe me." 

I sigh audibly. That would be nice. She cups my face and looks me in the eyes once more. 

M: "Do you need anything else? Your charger, water, money maybe?"

JM: "Thanks, eomma." 

I shake my head no and give her another hug, when she suddenly starts chuckling. 

M: "Please tell me that this handsome young man belongs to you, Jimin." 

I turn around, slightly confused. When I see Yoongi's calm and loving eyes, a smile crosses my face. How long has he been standing there? 

I take my mother's hand and lead her down the stairs, towards my patiently waiting boyfriend. He bows a little deeper than usual, showing his respect towards the elder. 

JM: "Mom, meet Min Yoongi. My boyfriend."

She watches him attentively until he looks at her again. 

M: "It's very nice to meet you, Min Yoongi. I'm Jimin's mother. You can call me Mrs Park. Please take good care of my son." 

New tears immediately stream down my cheeks as Yoongi shakes her hand, nodding shyly. 

Y: "It's nice to meet you, too, Mrs Park. And I promise to take very good care of him. You don't need to worry about us." 

She nods her head proudly. 

M: "Handsome and polite. Jimin, you better hold on to him, he's a real catch."

JM: "MOM!"