"What kind" i ask

"Why all the questions" he ask's, looking up and eyeing my curiously

"Just being curious" I sigh

My mom lets out a little chuckle

My dad sighs a looks down again

"All Yoongi said was that they had a disagreement and it got out of hand"

"Oh, thank you"

"Jimin" he said

"Yes"

"Has Yoongi tried to sneak out at all" he asks

"No" i lie

He looks up again

"Good" he said, giving me the 'you better be telling the truth' look
"Now get your homework done"

"Um, dad, it's in my room"

"Go get it then come down stairs, don't talk to Yoongi" he demanded

"I won't"

I turn around and walk up the stairs, skipping a few steps along the way

I turn a corner, looking in my room to see Yoongi smirking like an idiot

"Why are you happy" i tease

"Because i beat the shit out of Jackson" he said, his smile becoming noticeably bigger

"Oh, well, thanks for not telling my parents about Jackson bullying me" i said

"Anything for my baby" he smirks

I blush and look at the ground, playing with my fingers

"I-i need to g-go down stairs" I stutter

Yoongi snickers

"B-bye"

We were all silent while eating dinner, the sound of forks hitting plates echoed through the room

But then our home phone started ringing, canceling out all sound

"Jimin get the phone" my mom said

I stand up, walking over in the living room, grabbing the device

"Hello"

"Is Min Yoongi there"

"Um, yeah"

"This is his mom, you must be Jimin, right?"

"I am, would you like to talk to your son"

Of course she does Jimin, Why the fuck are you so dumb

"Yes please"

"Ok, hold on please"

I put my hand on the speaker (??), blocking out any noise

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