"My mum doesn't really uhm, let me watch tv, a-atleast not in my room. It doesn't work."
"Right." I state, sitting down on the bed and resting my head against the headboard before digging in my pocket for a cigarette.
This isn't going to be easy.
Jimin's P.O.V
I watch Yoongi in shock when he pulls a cigarette and a lighter out of his pocket, bringing it up to his lips to light it. What is he doing? He can't smoke in here, my mum will be so mad.
I want to say something to him, surely he doesn't want to get in trouble already. I open my mouth to say something but close it. I don't want to make him upset.
He already seemed unhappy about my video games and the TV which I didn't understand. I keep watching him as the end of the cigarette becomes red from the fire, before watching his cheeks indent when he breathes in, and watching as the smoke blows out in a white cloud. He must have noticed my staring because he looks over to me.
"You can't smoke in here." I say quickly, jumbling my words together.
He glances over to me and rolls his eyes, taking another drag before pulling away and blowing the smoke in my direction. "I don't care."
I start coughing once the smoke travels over to my side of the room, no one in my family smokes, I'm not even sure if I know anyone who smokes.
He laughs and continues smoking, while I pout and pull my hoodie up over my nose, pulling the strings so it'll stay without having to hold it.
Yoongi's P.O.V
Jimin is being absolutely ridiculous right now. He's literally pouting, arms crossed and everything with his hoodie pulled up over his nose. It's quite a funny sight if you ask me. I'm not sure how old he is but he acts like a child, looks like one too. He probably is.
After I'm finished smoking I lean over and press my cigarette against the wooden table that's beside my bed, twisting it around until its completely put out. About, maybe 3 minutes later I see Jimin pull his hoodie down off of his nose and I laugh. I don't know what it is about him that's so amusing.
I try to think of something to do, I could go downstairs and watch TV, since Jimin said he's not allowed to watch it in his room. I don't understand that, what's the point in sheltering your kids?
They're going to find out about things sooner or later, and to me, sooner is better. Not knowing about things is dangerous, and even in the short time I've been here I can tell Jimin has been sheltered a lot. He hasn't even said much, it's just his body language.
Instead of going downstairs and watching TV I pull out my phone and see I have a few new texts, one from my mom, and two from Hoseok. I unlock my phone and type in the pass code before going to my messages.
Mom: I hope you got there safe! Msg me when you see this! :)
Yoongi: I didn't make it the plane crashed.
I exit out of my moms messages and tap on the messages from Hoseok.
Hobi: are u there yet
Hobi: did u bang the mom??
Yoongi: def, we're banging right now.
I wait for him to text back and glance over at Jimin. He's laying on his stomach with his feet kicked up in the air, swinging them back and forth while writing in a pink notebook.
Before I can wonder about what he's writing my phone goes off and he glances over to me, eyes going straight to my phone with a curious expression on his face. I ignore it and unlock my phone again, seeing I have a new text from Hoseok.
Hobi: damn u work fast is she good?
Yoongi: oh yeah shes calling me daddy and everything
Hobi: i knew you had a daddy kink u sick fuck. i gotta go tho ill message u later.
I lay down on my back and open Instagram, scrolling through my feed and liking random pictures. I go to my notifications and see I was tagged in a picture. It's and old picture Hoseok posted a couple hours ago of me and him from Halloween with paint all over our faces.
After about an hour of scrolling through Instagram I decide to switch over to Tumblr, laughing every once in while and ignoring the looks I get from Jimin.
Jimin's P.O.V
I continue scribbling down answers in my notebook, trying to finish up my homework before the weekend is over. Yoongi keeps laughing at his phone and as much as I like the sound of it, it keeps distracting me.
I don't understand what's so funny about a phone. Of course I'm not allowed to have one, which is fine by me, it's not like I have a ton of friends anyways and I can just call Taehyung on our home phone.
After about two hours I'm finally done and I look over to Yoongi's side of the room to find him asleep with his phone on his tummy. I tilt my head, watching his stomach rise and fall with each breath before looking up at his face.
He doesn't look as scary when he's sleeping. He actually seems some what peaceful, but nobody can be mean while they're sleeping, unless they're being mean in their dream I guess.
I decide to shower since I didn't get to this morning, so I climb off of my bed and head into the bathroom, after shutting and locking the door I begin undressing.
Once I'm completely naked I turn the water on. While waiting for it to warm up I look at myself in the mirror, playing with my hair a bit before poking at my slightly chubby thighs.
I walk over to the shower and place my hand inside, testing the water to make sure it's not too hot before stepping in.
By the time I get out of the shower and get dressed it's an hour later. I walk out of the bathroom and see that Yoongi is now awake and on his phone, again. But instead of tapping his fingers across the screen he's holding it up to his ear and talking into it, I wonder who he's talking to.
I walk over and jump onto my bed before grabbing my book off of the table and opening it up to the page I left off on and begin reading.
I read a lot, considering that my mum doesn't let me do very much. I wonder if Yoongi likes to read, maybe I should give him some books, I know it can get really boring around here; especially if you aren't use to it.
A few hours later my mom knocks on my door before opening it up, looking back and forth between me and Yoongi before she begins speaking, "I ordered some pizza for tonight. Come downstairs." She says, turning to Yoongi and stating, "No phones." before walking away.
I lay my book back down on the table before standing up and heading downstairs, Yoongi following behind me while texting, shoving it into his back pocket before we reach the kitchen.
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After dinner Yoongi goes into the living room, my guess to watch TV, while I wash up the dishes as usual. Once I'm finished I grab a bottle of water and make my way back to my room to brush my teeth before going to bed.
A few hours later I'm woken up to the sound of Yoongi coming into the room, I watch him with tired eyes as he goes into the bathroom, my guess to brush his teeth. When he comes back out he's only wearing boxer briefs, I quickly shut my eyes, and before I know it I'm falling back asleep.