"Wake up already." I heard Jimin huff into my chest. It was probably way too early for my liking so I just ignored him. "Yoongiiiii!" He whined. I hug him tighter against me and don't listen.
"What time is it?" I asked, my voice sounding hoarse with sleep coating it.
"Uhm-uh- 11am!" I could practically feel the heat radiating off this boy's cheeks. He did that a lot, blushing I mean.
"Too early, goodnight."
"Yoongi it is morning and you have things to do." He pushed away from me and I let him go since I was too lazy to hold on.
"If by things you mean you, then yeah."
"Yoongi!" He hit my chest.
"I'm joking, now leave me alone." I toned out every word he said after that and pushed him off my bed then turned away from him to face the wall.
"Did you really just-"
"I did. Whatcha gonna do about it huh?" I mumble.
"I can think of a few things."
"Like what?" He stayed quiet which made me paranoid. "Jimin?" Still no response. I turn away from the wall to see what he was planning and receive a flying Jimin right on top of me. "Jimin what the hell, ow!" I groaned.
"Get up sleepy head."
"Look who's the needy one now." I smirked and pushed the boy off of me, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes afterwards.
"Are we still seeing my parents today?"
"Yeah. Of course we are." I needed to learn more about my damn carrot head since it looked like I was stuck with him forever.
"You'll be in my house." His eyes went wide.
"So, your point?"
"I- I don't know."
"Okay, well, I guess I'll start getting ready. Do you think your parents will like me?"
"Knowing them, you'll have no problem fitting right in." He mumbled a bit after that and I couldn't comprehend what he said.
"Hmm? What was that Jiminie?" He seemed to choke on absolutely nothing.
"Jiminie?" He looked away from me.
"Ok, I can just stick to carrot head."
"No I-"
"Carrot head it is." I actually felt quite embarrassed calling him Jiminie myself. "Anyways what did you say?"
"I said that they tease me all the time, just like you do."
"Oh this should be fun then, very fun indeed. Can't wait."
"This is a bad idea, let's just stay here and not go anywhere, yeah?"
"Sike."
"Yoongi!"
"You say my name a lot, you sure you don't have a thing for me? Just don't wear it out too much, babe." I teased.
"Yoongi- you see? This is what I mean!"
"You talk too much."
"I-"
"Just shhhhh." I put my hand over his mouth and scrunched up my nose as I took in his appearance. He was very cute when he was flustered and angry. "Stuuupid." I remove my hand and walk out the room, making my way to the bathroom.
When I returned, Jimin had already changed into the clothes I laid out for him. What a shame, I wanted to see this time.
I heard a sound coming from downstairs and we both jumped a bit, startled.
"Holy shit, are my parents actually home?" That never happened. "I'm gonna go check." I stomp down the stairs, knowing how much my mother hated when I did that.
"Yoongi, can you please cut that out!" I heard her voice from the kitchen and couldn't help but smile.
"Hey mom, what are you doing here?" I made my way to her.
"I felt really sick, but there's no way I'm going to the hospital. I asked if I could go home really quick to grab some medicine, which I can't seem to find!" She sighed, seeming extremely frustrated.
"Oh, so you're leaving?" I felt a frown grow on my face.
"Yeah, as soon as I get this me- hey can you help me and not just stand there?" She snapped.
"Oh, yeah, sorry." I bowed my head and began to look for the medicine with her. As we continued our search, I found it, and I quickly threw it inside an empty vase, hoping that maybe she'd stay here if she couldn't find it at all.
"Where the hell could it be? We only have one medicine cabinet."
"Maybe you should just stay home?" I asked. I could hear the self pity in my own voice. She just laughed at me.
"No way, if anything I'll just grab something over the counter at the pharmacy, actually I think that's exactly what I'm going to do." She began walking towards the door, coughing up a lung it seemed. "Lock up for me, would you?" She said, swinging the door open. I followed after her.
"Wait!" I stammered, rubbing the back of my head.
"Yes?" She turned to me, annoyance clearly visible in her eyes.
"Nevermind." I sighed, closing and locking the door once she made her way to her car.
"You okay?" Jimin questioned quietly, placing his hand on my shoulder. I nudged it off and went to grab my jacket.
"Yeah I'm fine, are you ready to go?" He nodded in response.
"Maybe they'll tell me what age you stopped peeing your pants." I grinned, trying to amp up the mood again. I slid my arms through my jacket and slipped my shoes on, Jimin doing the same.
"Oh god no, is it too late now to back out?"
"You keep asking that and each time my answer is-"
"No." We said in unison. I chuckled as I popped an earbud in, blasting one of the many rap songs I had downloaded in my phone. We left my house and began our mission to Jimin's.
"You're going to have to lead the way you know. Are you sure they're even home?"
"My pleasure." He bowed. I rolled my eyes. "And my mom should definitely be there for sure."
"Are we there yet?" I complained.
"Yoongi, we just started walking-"
"But I'm tired! You woke me up at such ungodly hours!"
"11am is ungodly to you?!"
"Yes! I need to sleep until at least 3pm on weekends."
"You're ridiculous."
"Nope, try again."
"Then you're crazy."
"Crazy for you." I winked.
"Yoongi! You're psycho."
"I am not psycho!" He laughed at me.
"Why is it that the word psycho pushes your buttons so much?"
"Because psycho is a whole different meaning compared to crazy."
"Technical are we?"
"Smartass are we?"
"Savage."
"Shut up. Are we there yet?"
"Actually we are."
"Really?!"
"No."
"I hate you so much." I groaned.
"I love you too."
"I know you do."
"Hey!"
"Are you gonna confess to me now that your secret's out?"
"What?" He started panicking and I couldn't help but laugh at him.
"I'm joking."
"I knew that."
"Mhm."
We finally made it to Jimin's after what seemed like days but in reality was only 15 minutes. I strolled up to the front door confidently, knocking on it three times.
"Gee, aren't you nervous?" Jimin asked sarcastically. I scoffed as a reply. After a couple more seconds, I presumed that Jimin's mother was the one to answer.
"Mom." Jimin whispered to himself. My presumption was correct.
"Hello Mrs. Park." I greeted, trying to contain the nerves. I don't understand why I was so nervous but I was.
"Good afternoon. And you are?"
"Min Yoongi." I stuck my hand out to shake hers. Her confused expression quickly changed into a bemused one. She gladly accepted my hand and shook it twice.
"Ah, so you're Min Yoongi?" She grinned from ear to ear. I glanced at Jimin to see him covering his face and squatting low onto the ground.
Oh this should be interesting.
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RIP af this sucks lmfao