Jimin's relationship with Yoongi became more serious even though the two weren't dating. They held hands when they were at their friends house or made out whenever they got the chance.
Then one day Yoongi decided he should get to know Jimin even better.
"Can I come over to your house today?"
Yoongi kisses the back of Jimin's hand discreetly, the two sitting next to each other in literature.
"Ahem! I'm right here, get a room you weenies."
Jungkook mumbles, upset that Taehyung left to go to his grandparents farm three days ago.
"I don't know. What if my parent's find out that you're gay?"
Jimin frowns.
They were glad that the majority of the students were at the front of the class decorating the class Christmas tree.
"I'll just act normal."
The blond thinks about all the possibilities that there could be.
"I guess. We could decorate a gingerbread house and watch a movie in my room."
Saturday finally arrived, Yoongi preparing and trying to look his best when heading to Jimin's house. He ends up just wearing a casual outfit consisting of a black long sleeved turtleneck, black ripped skinny jeans, and some black nikes. What an emo.
He carefully drives himself to his destination since it was snowing and the streets were piled with the white powder. Parking his car in the driveway he gets down and knocks on the front door of the beautiful house.
A man around his thirties answers the door who looked like a normal homely dad.
"How may I help you?"
"Hi i'm one of Jimin's friends and he invited me over."
"You must be freezing. Please, come inside."
The older man ushers him in, closing the door.
"May I ask for your name? I've never seen you around."
"Min Yoongi."
"Sounds familiar."
"My father's head of Belief of Temple Sacred."
"Oh! I've heard so much about you from your father. You can call me Mr. Park."
"Nice to meet you Mr. Park."
The two shake hands as Jimin pops his head from the kitchen.
"Yoongi hurry up and get in here."
Yoongi excuses himself and enters the kitchen to see Jimin in a pink apron while taking out sheets of gingerbread from the oven.
"I'll be in the garage if you boys need me."
Mr. Park announces, passing past the kitchen, a door opening and closing with a click.
"You look like a housewife, how cute."
Yoongi softly smiles.
"Har har har. That's so funny, the icing's in the fridge."
Yoongi walks over to the steel grey refrigerator, taking out a small bucket of white frosting. He places it onto the kitchen island, wrapping one of his arms around the others waist.
"When we have a family together you'll cook for our children."
He states in a hushed tone, causing Jimin to blush.
"Yoongi not here. My parents would kill me if they found out that we're planning our future together."
"How many children do you want?"
Yoongi states, Jimin opened the plastic bucket of frosting and scooping it into a piping bag, thinking about the question given to him.
"Three boys would be nice."
"Anything for you."
Yoongi responded, the two decorating the gingerbread house and assembling it together. Once finishing up they make popcorn and grab snacks out of the pantry, heading upstairs to watch a movie. They end up watching the Polar Expresss, laughing at how ugly the characters looked, choking on their hot cocoa once in a while from laughter.
Once the movie was over they head back downstairs to find Jimin's father washing his black oil stained hands.
"Perfect timing son."
His father smiles as the two enter the kitchen to wash their dishes.
"I arranged you a girlfriend who goes to the same school as you. Isn't that great?"
He smiles, causing Jimin's jaw to drop.
"I-I...dad no."
"Come on son. Yoongi here probably has a girlfriend."
The two turn to face him.
"I've never touched a girl-"
Jimin jabs him in the ribs, causing the other to hunch over in pain.
"Y-Yes. I have a girlfriend."
"See! This is a perfect chance Jimin, you can finally have that special someone."
"I don't really want a relationship right now though."
"Her name's Alexis. Her parents are more than happy to have you two married."
"What!?"
"You're nineteen, a full grown adult. I expect grandchildren and for you to have a future with a woman. I wouldn't want others to suspect my son being a homosexual."
"It's getting quiet late. They reported a blizzard to come hit here pretty soon."
"You better hurry along then. It was a pleasure having you here Yoongi, say hello to your father for me."
"I'll walk you out."
Jimin grumbles, grabbing his coat from the coat hanger, the two slipping out the front door.
"So what are you gonna do now?"
Yoongi asks, his breath becoming puffs of white in the frigid air.
"I guess I have a new girlfriend on Monday."
"Hm."
Yoongi opens the driver's side and hops in as Jimin gets into the passanger seat. The two sit in silence not knowing what to say.
"I mean we weren't even dating."
"What?"
Yoongi turns to face Jimin.
"We weren't dating?"
"What? No."
"We fucking kissed and held hands. Does that mean nothing to you?"
"I thought you just wanted to get into my pants."
"Get out."
"What?"
"I said get.out.now."
Yoongi's words stung Jimin. He gets out and slams the door, storming off towards his house turning to see Yoongi speed off.
He heads into his house and throws his coat onto the sofa and ascends the stairs, his blood boiling. He whips his phone out of his pocket and texts Jungkook.
ChimChim: Yoongi got mad at me because I said that we weren't dating.
Kookie: WAIT!? YOU BROKE UP WITH HIM!?
ChimChim: We were never dating.
Kookie: Wow. No wonder he's mad. I would be mad too if someone held my hand and kissed me and said "Uhhhh we aren't dating."
Jimin sighed in frustration, turning his phone off and throwing it across his room. Plopping down onto his bed he stares at the ceiling, feeling mad at everyone around him. His best friend turning on him for some dumb blue headed smurf.
"Stupid Yoongi and his ugly face."