"wait," he said. "the min yoongi?"
the elder just shrugged. "i guess. i mean it shows it on my birth certificate so i guess i am the min yoongi."
"jungkook never shuts up about you," he chuckles, covering his mouth. yoongi pursed his lips, blocking on the random thought going into his head.
"really?"
"yeah! 'he never eats with us', 'he never cleans', 'i don't even think he showers because i never see him.'" he mimicked jungkook's voice and yoongi squinted.
"don't you have a game to go to?" he perked a brow and jimin's smirk slowly faded as he pulled his phone from his back pocket and looked at the time. "oh, fuck. i need to be at field in ten minutes!"
yoongi smirked at the boy as he watched, arms crossed, as the boy struggled to gather his things. his bag was still slouching as he nearly fell, trying to rush out the door.
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"jimin, you're late." he stumbled onto the field where they stand as they were starting to stand up.
"sorry, coach," he bowed and looked at the stands, searching for his parents who promised they'd show up today.
instead, he found taehyung waving excitedly at him and he tsk'ed the boy. he's supposed to be studying, jimin thought.
"jimin!" he heard his name be hollered and his attention snapped to the other side of the bleachers to show his mother waving and his father on the side, smiling proudly.
his smile on his face grew to his eyes as he waved back and then turned to join his team who were doing stretches.
"i met your brother in the bathroom, kook," he sat down in front of him and spread his legs to shape a wide 'v' and leaned to the right side.
"what did you two do that got that big wet stain on your jersey," he smirked and jimin pushed his hand away.
"nothing. it's water, i promise. besides, your brother isn't even that hot."
"did you just call him ugly?" he perked a brow.
jimin's face turned red and he shook his head. "n-no! i didn't mean it like that!"
"so you think he's good looking, then?" he crossed his arms.
"shut it, kid," he blushed and turned around.
"just because i'm two years younger doesn't mean you can bully me, hyung." the two boys made faces at each other, causing them to fall backwards in a giggle fit.
"alright team! let's play good today! captain?" the coach said as he motioned towards jimin who abruptly stopped. he cleared his throat and nodded.
he stood up along with the younger boy and the group that consisted of twelve players formed a small group. he smiled and put his hand in the middle and the team copied.
"on three," he smiled.
"one."
"two."
"three."
"bulletproof!" the team chanted and as they scattered to the field, jimin taking middle.
he stood behind the yellow line as the whistle blew and the ball was thrown in. immediately, he ran after it and caught it in time before the opponent could take it.
he dribbled it through circles and a teammate, who he knew as jungshin, called out for him to pass. jimin made it just in time for another opponent to take it from between his legs.
the crowd cheered as jungshin kicked it back to jimin who was a few feet away from net. the eager boy harshly kicked it, making it go passed the goalies protected area, making the poor boy fall onto the ground in attempt to catch it.
cheering, he smiled at his teammates. he got the first goal. they didn't call him golden for nothing. he watched as taehyung stood up, knocking a tray of cheesed fries onto a girls head.
she turned around, furious and his facial expression changed from excited to an afraid looking one. he chuckled when he began to gulp.
he looked at his parents and he noticed as his dad was nowhere to be seen and his mother looking down at her phone. she looked as if she was going to cry and he furrowed his brows.
"jimin!" they called out and he sighed as he ran back to position.
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"jungkook!" they screamed as he kicked the final goal in, earning them the winning point.
they all gathered into a circle and hugged each other as the cheered for their victory. as they jumped around, jimin laughed and stared back at the spot his parents were in. except it was still only his mother who smiled with her mouth but not her eyes.
he looked around and saw a familiar man with the jacket his father had on, getting into a ladies car. confused, he was going to run over there but an eager taehyung ran up to him.
"jungkook is so cute," he pouted as he whispered into his ear.
"jungkook?" he asked and taehyung nodded quickly. "we don't even know if he's gay." taehyung frowned and huffed.
"jimin! wanna come over my house for a victory hangout?" he asks and he shook his head.
"I've got taehyung to take car–"
"you can bring him," he smiled, tucking the grass stained ball under his arm.
"aw, really?" taehyung said in english and jimin had to admit it was one of the cutest things he's ever heard.
"uh, yeah."
"alright, just let me ask my mom. I'll be back," he yelled and ran towards the bleachers that still held his mother who was staring down at her phone again.
"are you okay?" he asks in a worried tone, sitting his sweaty body next to his frail mothers'.
"yeah, I'm fine, why?" she quickly turned her phone off and shoved it into her purse.
"i-i thought you were crying... where's dad?" he asks.
"he had to go into work a little earlier," she answered with a smile.
"again?" he asked.
she only just nodded and suddenly he felt bad for asking to go over to his friends house to eat instead of hanging out with his mother.
"you should go over a friends house tonight."
he looked at her with wide eyes. "really?"
she nodded again and gathered her purse. "yes, now run along. and congratulations on your win, baby," she gave him a quick hug before she walked away.
confused but happy, he skipped back towards his friends. "let's go, all this working out is making me feel hungry."
taehyung rolled his eyes. "that's the whole point."
jungkook just laughed and punched the older boys' shoulder and taehyung blushed at his growing crush. jimin gazed between the two, smiling at them before a certain boy came into view.
"yoongi! we have friends. can you fit two more people in your car?" jungkook grasped the edge of his shirt.
jimin watched with a smile as the two started arguing back and forth about who's gonna pay for gas.
he continued until a certain someone tapped his shoulder. "hm?" he turned towards taehyung.
"that boy... is he dating anyone?" he nodded his head towards jungkook who was at the moment locked in between yoongi's elbow as he rubbed the top of his head harshly.
"not that I'm aware of it, but, no. he doesn't talk about relationships or anyone he likes during practices."
"so, he's single, and not interested in someone as far as you know? that seems legit. thanks," he smiled at his best friend.
he heard the eldest boy sigh. "if you're going to come with us to our stupid house then follow." groaning, he swept his feet across the ground as he walked and mumbled something about him not being their mother.
"i feel like he's the mother duck," taehyung giggled earning an exaggerated cry from yoongi.
he kept his eyes on the black haired boy. he didn't get why so suddenly he's been intrigued even though he only met him that day.
all he knew was that he had a warm feeling about it.