(A/N: anyone have an estimate on how long the boys have been here? I'd say it's been almost a year for these three. Kinda insane!)
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Jimin POV
February.
"Come on boys. Let's call your parents, it's been a while" Counselor-nim called.
Call our parents? We haven't sat down and done that since staying here. I hadn't even thought of calling, despite missing them.
He walked out into the living room with his phone in hand. The three of us were sitting on the couch. I sat between Yoongi and Jungkook. Both were relaxed, but once Counselor-nim mentioned calling, they stiffened.
I miss my parents. I miss my brother. I don't even know how long I've been here honestly. Long enough that I'd consider this place home, I suppose.
"I've truthfully never had a client this long, let alone 3.." he trailed off again.
To be fair, Jungkook's home life is really toxic. I'm glad he's here instead of there. It's safe for him here. He's received love while here. Even Counselor-nim has taken a liking to him. He buys him clothes and lets Jungkook play random phone games on his phone while he does paperwork.
Counselor-nim was not as much of a hardass as we thought he'd be. Sometimes I wonder if he even is homophobic. He so clearly knows Jungkook and I are together- then again, that's probably why we're still here.
I was the first to be handed the phone. I saw the contact that said "Park Jimin's mother" and the blue call button.
I looked at Yoongi and then at Jungkook before swallowing my spit. Pressing the icon and putting the phone on speaker.
The four of us were almost in a circle. Counselor Nim standing in front of me, the other two both sitting at both my sides. Huddled in to listen.
Then she picked up.
"Hello?" I heard her voice.
"M-mom" I choked out.
I felt nervous. No kid should feel nervous to speak to their parents.
"Oh! Jimin? How've you been, dear?" She asked softly.
That kind and nurturing tone seeped through the speaker. I felt warm inside. I missed this feeling.
"Momma... I'm sorry for being like I am" I whispered sadly.
I could hear her sigh on the line. That warmth slowly faded as my eyes glossed over. I sucked my bottom lip in and waited for her to reply.
There was shuffling and I swear I heard my brothers voice, but couldn't make out anything he was saying. All I heard was her hushing him.
"Dear- u haven't healed at all?" She was disappointed in me.
It was the same disappointed tone she gave me whenever I didn't win dance competitions.
"Sweetie-pie, please heal quickly so you can come back to me. Momma misses you. Heal so I can have my baby back" He said.
A tear fell down my cheek. I was quick to wipe it.
"But Mom, I-I cant. I'm just not straight... can't you still love me for me besides this? C-can you find it in you to respect me, even if you do not support me? I miss you too momma... accept me back in your home" I cried.
I heard her sniff and sigh. More shuffling around as well. She must've been pacing back and forth.
"I-I can't speak anymore Jimin. Please, call me again soon though" she said, almost coldly. "It was nice hearing you. I miss you, love" And she hung up.
She sounded so upset with me. Humiliated by her own son just for who he loves- it left me feeling guilty.
Still, she called me by her nicknames. Making me wonder if that's at least a start.
I handed the phone to Yoongi then, instantly turning to Jungkook and wrapping my arms around him. He held me back and allowed me to curl into him. I closed my eyes against his chest and let out a quiet gasp.
The other line rang as Yoongi called his parents. His phone was on speaker as well.
"Eh?" A man's voice answered.
"Dad." Yoongi said coldly and informally.
"Yah! You a cured man?" His dad asked. "Are are u still a dirty dick sucker?"
I opened my eyes and glanced Yoongi's way. He stood up and had an angry frown on his face.
"Yes, dad. I like girls. I have. I lied in my journal back then just to see if you shit's would read it. Now I know I cant trust you people, and you wasted a whole year of my fucking life on trying to fix something unbroken. When I go home, I'll be of age. I'll have to go back to my job and explain my absence- assuming you didnt. And then, I'll move out. I will never speak to either of you again! There is no love. Have fun paying your bills then assholes." He shouted.
"Y-yoon-" a womans voice called out, just before he angrily hung up.
I furrowed my brows and sat up.
"You were straight all along? But-"
I was confused. He said he lied about being gay. Does that mean this whole time he was only acting? Did he cause problems for Jungkook and I for fun?
"I just told them that so they feel like crap. They lost me for almost a year willingly, well now they've lost me for good.. unwillingly. Bittersweet, it's not the worst taste" Yoongi spat.
His tone was harsh, but mot necessarily at me. He was simply just angry in general. Once her sat back down he clenched his jaw and crossed his arms.
I shot him a sympathetic look and held my hand out for him to hold onto. He took it and i rubbed my thumb on the back of it. I then turned back to Jungkook as he was next to call.
I was worried for him as Counselor-nim handed him the phone. I wonder what his parents sound like, although something in me tells me I shouldn't want to know.
He hesitated. Finger hovering over the button for a over a minute before he bit down on his lip and pressed it. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it reassuringly.
They'd picked up, but the line was quiet. Not even a hello.
"Mom? Dad?"
The line was still quiet. Jungkook sighed and eyed the rest of us.
"I miss you..." he whispered into the mic.
"Aish! Don't give us that sensitive crap.!" A man yelled
It caused Jungkook to flinch. I jumped a bit myself.
"Are you better or not? Ah? Fag?" Jungkook hung up immediately.
He shot up from his seat and yanked his arm from me. He ran upstairs without glancing at any of us. Leaving the phone on the couch.
I ran behind him. The door slammed before I'd made it to the top of the stairs. I wasn't going to let him cry alone though. I went to open the door and to my relief, he didn't shut me out.
He was hugging his pillow. Face buried into it.
"Jimin, go away. I'm use to things like this" he cried.
I laid with him. Hugging him tightly. Kissing any bit of of his head I could.
"Gguk, let's hang out. Just us todau, ok? I know we've been a trio lately, but let's just hang out. Yeah? We can-" I paused as I thought of things we could do. "We can watch movies, bake a cake, cuddle for hours, dance, nap, an-"
He lifted his head to look at me. Puffy eyes. Batting his lashes like a sleepy child.
"O-ok.. it all sounds nice" he agreed.
I smiled at him.
Its not like its nothing we haven't done before. Infact, it's all the things we ever do really. However, as of lately, it's been a while since we've done things as just the two of us.
"Can we nap first?" He requested.
I nodded my head and intertwined our legs.
"Of course"
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Yoongi POV
I went upstairs too after a while. They'd left Jungkook's door open. I peeked inside to see the two cuddling. Fast asleep.
I furrowed my brows and looked at the couple possibly a little too long. If they woke up, they'd probably find me creepy.
I felt bad after hearing Jungkook's dad. I get it. Shitty parents. I hate 'em.
That doesn't mean I like him still.
I'm just thinking maybe- maybe it's good he has someone as kind as Jimin in his life. He needs someone like him so badly.
I deserve to be happy too though, right?
Hoseok made me happy
Hoseoks also gone though. He has a boyfriend too.
He isn't an option, Yoongi. Forget him.
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Thoughts and comments are very much appreciated lol