Chapter 11.....

...Jimin’s dad, Minhae, had the same eye-smile as his son....

...Yoongi bowed deeply to Jimin’s father, who reciprocated the gesture....

...“It’s so good to finally meet you, Min Yoongi.” the man said politely, an honest smile on his face, and Yoongi nodded quickly with his head, then straightened his back....

...“Thank you, sir.” Yoongi said back, bowing again....

...From behind them, Yoongi heard a commotion, and it was Jimin’s mom and younger sister hugging each other. They were of short stature like Jimin. Yoongi watched them fondle over Jimin’s face and gently caress his baby belly, talking animatedly....

...When Yoongi turned to look at Jimin’s dad, he noticed that the tall man was wearing an apron....

...“Min Yoongi, is that you?” he heard Jimin’s mom ask and quickly turned back to her. He approached them and bowed respectfully in greeting, slightly nervous. Differently from her husband, she coldly watched Yoongi move, then nodded her head curtly, squinting her eyes, eyeing him up and down. And then she said,...

...“You’re shorter than I imagined.” she deadpanned, and Yoongi could feel sweat forming on his forehead even thought it was cold outside....

...“Mom!” Jimin exclaimed, not wanting to have drama in the middle of the street the moment he arrived....

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...They all went inside and Yoongi really liked Jimin’s childhood home. It was cozy....

...Jimin gave him a quick house tour, and got stunned when he found out his old bedroom had been turned into a small deposit for wooden material. But there was still a single bed in the corner, and the bedroom looked very well cleaned up. Jimin spent some time looking at it in wonder, and Yoongi was in the doorway seeing the pictures on the walls of the corridor. There were a lot of cute pictures of Jimin as a kid, and Yoongi couldn’t seem to be able to look away from those....

...“He was so cute, right?” Jimin’s father’s voice surprised Yoongi. Minhae was also looking at the pictures, with a fond smile on his face. Yoongi hummed in agreement. He was nervous around him, because he was too good, like an actual ray of sunshine, and Yoongi was lowkey scared of messing it up with him....

...“The food will take a while to get ready, why don’t you and Jiminnie go see the street?” he suggested, “If you’re not too tired, that is.”...

...“I think that’d be nice!” Jimin appeared behind Yoongi with an excited smile on his face. “I want to see Tae’s mom!”...

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...They went to see Taehyung’s family, that lived in the same street as Jimin, and he spent a long time being fussed over by his grandma, who gave him tons of advice and even including Yoongi when she realized he was the other father....

...Jimin got Soonshim, Taehyung’s dog who was 8 years old now, to go for a walk with him. He snapped a lot of pictures of her for Taehyung, and Yoongi walked right by his side, holding back from offering to help taking the dog’s guide....

...They were just walking really slowly in the sidewalk, Jimin setting the pace and being followed by the dog and Yoongi, when they saw the figure of a girl coming in their direction....

...“Oppa!” Jieun exclaimed when she got to them, “I will walk with you, I missed you so much!”...

...“We’re just walking Soonshim, and I’m showing Yoongi the neighborhood.” Jimin said with a cute smile, “Nothing much has changed in here, right?”...

...“Oh, they put a new basketball set on that field nearby!” she said excitedly, and Jimin understood her happiness. He smiled proudly and told Yoongi,...

...“Did you know Jieun is in her school’s basketball team?” Yoongi’s interest went up at that,...

...“Really?” he asked, and Jieun eyed him seriously and defensively said,...

...“Yes. What, got a problem with that?” she crossed her arms. She was short, but still taller than most girls, being almost the same height as Yoongi....

...“No, not at all!” he said quickly, getting a bit nervous with her hostility towards him, “Actually, I used to be on shooting guard on my schools team.”...

...Jieun stares at him for some time while Jimin gasped in surprise and turned to him....

...“You play basketball?! That’s amazing!” he exclaimed and got a hold of Yoongi’s arm, looking up at him with a bright smile. Yoongi looked at Jimin, who was still wearing those nerdy glasses and his hoodie covering his hair, and he looked so cute and precious that Yoongi felt his cheeks and ears get hot....

...“...” Jieun stared at the exchange and narrowed her eyes skeptically....

...“You two should play, then!” Jimin concluded excitedly like a puppy and Yoongi could never say no to that face no matter how hard he wanted to....

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...That was how Yoongi found himself getting his *** handed to him by a thin and gangly twelve year old....

...Jimin and Soonshim were sitting on a concrete bench just outside the urban court, but Jimin only paid attention to their game for the first five minutes, then getting distracted with his phone and petting the dogs head with his other head. Even the dog wasn’t paying attention to Yoongi’s suffering, as it was delicately sniffing Jimin’s belly through his clothes, as if curious about what was happening inside....

...Yoongi, now, was having a hard time on getting the ball from Jieun’s hands. It wasn’t that he didn’t know how to play, he did, professionally even. He knew the technique and all the right movements from having spent his youth playing at school and on the street, but it was just that Jieun was younger and faster. And she also knew the technique....

...And the girl, that now Yoongi realised was oddly tall for her age, standing head to head with him, had a shit eating grin on her face at his trials. She was obviously messing with him, as she would dodge every single damn time, but would never jump to make the point....

...Yoongi didn’t want to give up, but it was slowly turning into an option now. When he stopped to stare at her, Jieun holding the ball waiting for his next movement, still smirking, said,...

...“I don’t know if I like you yet.” and then it clicked to Yoongi why he was receiving that treatment. So, she was that kind of jealous, possessive younger sibling. Yoongi replied, still slightly out of breath,...

...“Why would you say that?” he asked, curious. He needed to find a way to win her over....

...She stood oddly silent and put the ball to rest on her hip, game forgotten. She was looking on his face a bit unsure, as if trying to find some answer in his eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it again. After some seconds of Yoongi waiting silently, she said,...

...“Is it true?” she asked, looking straight into his eyes. Yoongi didn’t know if he understood what she was referring to....

...“What?”...

...“What people say on the internet? About you two?” Yoongi’s heart sank. She was twelve, of course she would know literally everything that was going on online involving them both....

...Yoongi spoke up carefully....

...“I don’t know what you’ve heard, but I do know that there are a lot of different stories going on… And they’re mostly false. Some people write that shit just to get attention.” Yoongi says quietly, “But the truth, you might know, is that we were… friends” Yoongi caught himself quickly, remembering her age. She probably already knew about those things, but still…...

...“And I got Jimin pregnant, and that none of us planned it. And now we’re… dealing with it.” he said honestly. He looked up to her face and saw that her mouth was set in a thin line. Jieun then opened her mouth, ready to say something but got interrupted by her brother....

...“Hey, I think mom is in the end of the street calling us over for dinner!” he shouted to them while getting up from his seat. Jieun immediately started walking towards Jimin, leaving Yoongi to go after her....

...“And Jieunnie!!!” he dragged her name playfully and showed her his phone screen “I took some pictures of you and Yoongi playing, now you can brag to your friends at school about playing with a famous guy!!!”...

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...Dinner would have been awkward if it weren’t for Jimin and his father being in their usual sunshine mood....

...“This is amazing, dad, as always!!” Jimin exclaimed, very excited and already in his second bowl....

...“Thanks, Jiminnie…” his dad replied blushing adorably. Not many men in his 50’s could pull that off, but Minhae seemed to be an exception to that....

...Even though Jimin, as a grown man, was way shorter than his dad, they still looked alike, principally in the eyes. But Jimin’s mom, although the same height as him, was way more serious-looking and Yoongi had to admit he was intimidated by her....

...“Yoongi-ssi?” Minhae’s voice brought him back and he turned to him, “Are you enjoying the food?”...

...“Y-yes!” he said quickly as soon as he understood the question. When he saw that everyone was staring at him, he realized he had probably said that too loud....

...“Uhm, I mean, yes, I find it really good, sir.” he said again, more calmly, and from the corner of his eyes he could see Jimin’s younger sister rolling her eyes. Minhae just smiled sweetly....

...“That’s good to hear.” and they fall back in silence, eating. The table is filled with bowls and plates of a complicated dinner showed just how much Minhae was good with cooking....

...When they were mostly finished, there was a silence at the dinner table, and Yoongi didn’t know what to do with his hands. Until he heard Jimin’s mom, Eunha, speak up in her usual clipped tone....

...“So, Yoongi, I heard you are a musician? What kind of music do you make?” Yoongi gulped and could feel his hands sweat from under the table, but he tried to stay composed....

...“I make… any kind of music, I guess. I produce mostly pop, but I like to write rap and hiphop for myself.” she just narrowed her eyes, clearly not caring enough to try to understand but still wanting him to answer her properly....

...“I see…” she murmured, and Jieun joined in with a hint of fangirl curiosity in her voice....

...“Do you write for GOT7?” she asked, and Yoongi suppressed a smile. He simply said,...

...“Yes, sometimes I help with producing but it was mainly on their debut album.”...

...“Oh, do you play the piano, perhaps?” Jimin’s dad asked, and Yoongi nodded, “Oh, that’s great! I have an upright piano here that was sent by a school nearby to be polished and fixed on some details, and no one here knows how to play it, but it must sound really nice, right, darling?” he excitedly turned to Eunha, but before she could say anything, Jimin smiled sweetly and spoke up,...

...“You should play for them, Yoongi!”...

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...And that’s how Yoongi found himself cramped with Jimin’s family in front of a slightly beaten up upright piano. They were at the back of the store, and around them there were all kinds of wooden-made things. Yoongi was mesmerized by it, there were delicate boxes in a corner, all artistically made and beautifully carved. He didn’t know Jimin’s dad was such an artist....

...“Come on, sit down!” Minhae said, excited. Yoongi hesitated before going to the bench and sitting down. Jimin quickly sat besides him, all cute and bubbly, waiting for Yoongi to start playing, and his heart skipped a heartbeat at seeing the red haired act so pleased....

...Yoongi tested the pedals, and then started playing, slowly, not sure if the old piano was perfect to use. The cover was up, and they could see the cords and hammers moving just like he played with the keys. The piano was light brown, just like pretty much everything else in that room....

...Jimin was sitting so close to him that he could smell his hair, faintly, but it didn’t bother Yoongi while he moved his fingers calmly through the keyboard, testing the sound....

...He wasn’t playing a classical piece. He knew some of them, but he didn’t feel like doing one of those. He was starting to play a calm, sensitive, simple song that he had put together some time ago, by himself. It was a sweet musical piece, not at all hard to play, and it reminder Yoongi of hearing the sound of summer rain from inside the comfort of his house. It had a peaceful, and cute sound to it....

...The sounds filled the room, and Yoongi knew he had all of the attention of the Parks on himself. He was probably wooing them. He hoped he was wooing them....

...After a bit less than five minutes of playing in the silent room, he brought the song to an end. When his fingers hit the final, acute note, he let it die slowly in the air, and everyone was silent....

...He looked up to Jimin’s face right by his side, and the other was staring right back at him, his mouth partly opened. The things he saw in Jimin’s eyes, not at all concealed by the glasses’ lens he was wearing, made his heartbeat quicken and he blushed furiously, quickly looking away. Yoongi saw emotions he was scared to name, because he was terrified of the outcome. Completely terrified of not being able to live up to Jimin’s expectations. He’d rather Jimin not have any hope on him at all....

...But at the same time, he couldn’t bear the thought of Jimin not wanting him....

...Yoongi was a mess of feelings....

...“That was… beautiful.” Jimin said in the quiet room, his voice slightly breathless. His eyes were wide, looking at Yoongi with a hint of admiral, and Yoongi was at a mix of wanting to crumple to the ground and disappear, and puff his chest in pride....

...“It was.” Jimin’s mother spoke up, surprising Yoongi. He turned to look at her, and she wasn’t so stiff anymore. She just looked to be thinking about something, wondering on her thoughts while looking in between Yoongi, Jimin and the piano in front of them....

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...After that, they were all more at ease around Yoongi, he could see that, but on the other hand, Yoongi was slightly embarrassed, and staying quiet. They stayed in the shop, while the front doors were closed, and Jimin was waltzing around the aisles, looking and touching nearly all the products on display. Yoongi was following them from behind, and silently admiring the work of Jimin’s dad....

...There were some sculpture-like decorations, and some furniture. Some different chairs, a dresser in the corner lacking its mirror, a vintage-looking table....

...Minhae revealed, rather bashful, that he had been working on kids toys. Jimin was dangerously close to tears while he held the little wooden dolls on his small hands, emotional, like they were the most precious things. They were one of the few things around that had paintwork, and were all on pastel colors....

...“That is great, dad.” Jimin said, voice sounding wet, and Yoongi’s heart swelled....

...“But now I’m planning on doing a music box,” Minhae said, and turned to Yoongi with a playful smile, “Now that I know for sure my grandkid will have a music bone in him.”...

...“E-eh?” Yoongi stuttered, not expecting to have the conversation turning back to him like that....

...“Jimin has a beautiful, beautiful voice,” his dad said proudly, and Jimin looked down timidly....

...“It’s true! I told him he should have auditioned to be an idol, but he didn’t listen to me…” Jieun got in the conversation, and Yoongi’s mind immediately went to imagine Jimin living the life of an idol. He would fit in perfectly, for sure....

...But Yoongi had no idea Jimin could sing, before, so now he was extremely curious to see if it was true. Not that he thought about it, Jimin’s voice was probably a good, high tenor, if his slightly high pitched speaking voice was anything to go by....

...When Jimin noticed Yoongi’s interested gaze, he desperately changed topics, before someone suggested that he sang for them....

...Jimin yawned theatrically,...

...“Wow, it’s getting so late! I’m tired…” he said loudly, and started going back to the door that connected the store and the house. Yoongi sighed and followed him inside with his family, everyone talking animatedly while he stayed quiet....

...Jieun bidd them good night and disappeared into her bedroom, and Jimin and his mom lead Yoongi to Jimin’s old room....

...It was a medium sized bedroom, and okay size for a teenager, but it only had a single bed tucked to the corner and a wooden shelf above it on the wall. There were old highschool books and plushies in there, but none of them were dusty. The bedroom was still clean, aside from the other side, that had a pile of plastic organizer boxes....

...“Great, you’re really turning my room into a pantry.” Jimin said, eyeing the pile of boxes warily. His mom just smiled playfully,...

...“One, you don’t even use this room anymore and two, this is not a pantry,” she scoffed, and Jimin rolled his eyes but there was an amused smile on his face as well, “There are no brooms in here?! It’s not a pantry!”...

...“”Anyways.” Jimin continued, and eyed the bed on the wall,...

...“This bed is too small for the both of us, mom.” he said the obvious, and Eunha just pointed to a mattress they hadn’t see before, that was scored on the other side of the room....

...“He can sleep on this, if it’s not too simple for his taste,” there was a hint of maliciousness in her voice that Jimin chose to ignore and turned to Yoongi, smiling sweetly....

...“Once we put lay it on the floor and put some covers, it’ll be really comfy!” Yoongi would never say no in that situation, but principally now, with Jimin looking up at him expectantly....

...He smiled back at Jimin, timidly, trying to calm down his heart at the others cuteness....

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...Jimin woke up in the middle of his sleep. He thought that once arriving in his childhood home he would have little trouble in getting comfortable, but it wasn’t happening. There was a slight discomfort at his shoulder from laying on one side for so long, and he could feel the baby kicking faintly on his insides....

...Also, he felt the annoying need to pee, while he was extremely thirsty for water....

...He turned from the side he was facing the wall, and looked down to see Yoongi sleeping right beside his bed, on the thin mattress that laid on the floor. His mom had insisted that Yoongi stayed right there so that if Jimin fell from the bed, Yoongi’s body would cushion his fall. Ah, Mrs Park, so sweet and caring…...

...But when he looked down, he saw that the bedsheets were tossed on the mattress and Yoongi wasn’t there....

...Jimin frowned from the bed, and looked around the small room. Where was Yoongi?...

...The pregnant man slowly got up, groaning and complaining under his breath the entire time. From the back of his consciousness, he already guessed what could be the reason for Yoongi’s absence from his room, and he dreaded it. Jimin stood up and took a moment to get steady on his feet, before slowly walking out of the room. His socked feet helped on not making any sound, and he creeped through the walls of the corridor like a spy in an action movie....

...When he got to the stairs, he realised the kitchen lights were up. And that his mom was talking on a normal tone, as if she wasn’t having a supposedly secret conversation at two in the morning....

...“...my son not good enough for you? And what are your plans? Because, sure, since you took the time to drive up here I’m assuming you have some interest in taking responsibility of what you’ve done.” her tone was harsh and intimidating, and she wasn’t holding back. Jimin suppressed a frustrated groan and bent down as much as he could on the top of the stairs to look into the kitchen from above. He saw Yoongi cornered near the sink, but not his face....

...“Look, I know my son can be naive, and even my husband, sometimes, but I’m not. I know what people have been writing on the internet, and you know what I’ve been seeing?” there was a pause, as if Yoongi’s expression said something to her, “Yeah, you know. They have been calling him a golddigger. And listen to me, my son doesn’t need one single won from you, do you hear me?” she spit those words, and then continued, “Jimin is the most hardworking young man I know. ...I know my kid has a tendency of overlooking the bad things in the world, but I’ve always been here to protect him, so this situation,” she gestured to Yoongi’s own direction, “is doing quite the number on me.”...

...There was a pause again, and Jimin was stuck in place. His mother sounded so genuinely angry, and he could hear her heavy breathing from where she was standing. In the dark of the house, Jimin’s eyes were open wide, looking frantically down to the kitchen, trying to see what was going on. And then Eunha spoke again,...

...“Are you going to take responsibility for this baby, and my son? Because I fully expect you to marry, and soon, ” Jimin gasped at his mom’s boldness, and stood up, his fists closing on the railing. But she didn’t seem to hear him while he carefully, but frantically, went down the stairs. “And take responsibility for the family you started! And if you don’t, then you’re not even half the man my son deserves!”...

...“Answer me!” she continued, and now Jimin could see that she had a finger pointed to Yoongi’s chest, looking dead serious, and he was staring back at her wide eyed, gulping down. He was paler than ever and had pure panic in his eyes. “Are you going to marry my son and raise this baby?! Because if you’re not, tomorrow morning I don’t want to see your face in my house-”...

...“Mom!!!” Jimin screamed, and awkwardly bounced to her side, getting a hold of Yoongi’s arm to get her attention to himself. Jimin was upset for his mom’s crazy behavior. He knew she would be troublesome, but not like to that extent. He’d be lucky if Yoongi ever wanted to be in the same room as her ever again after all that bullying....

...“Why are you speaking to him like this?! When I accepted to bring him home it wasn’t for you to treat him so-!”...

...“Jiminnie, you should be sleeping.” she dismissed him in a bossy, and slightly patronising way, as if he was a child, not at all abashed for having been caught in the middle of her intimidating session. Rather, she looked annoyed for having been interrupted, and stared at the way Jimin hugged Yoongi’s arm protectively with silent frustration on her face....

...She immediately went to discard Yoongi’s arm form Jimin’s hold, clearly not finished with him, but Jimin tossed with her, an angry scowl on his face, that could never be intimidating when he was so cute like that....

...“No, you should be sleeping too!” he exclaimed back at her, and pulled Yoongi with him, a protective hold on his arm, “stop bullying him and go back to sleep, damn it!”...

...He put Yoongi, that was still in a pale state of shock, in front of the stairs and started pushing his back to make him go up. Yoongi pliantly obeyed, and from behind their backs they heard Eunha say, in a serious, murderous voice,...

...“Min Yoongi, this is not over yet!”...

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...When they were back to Jimin’s room, he let go of Yoongi’s arm and immediately exclaimed,...

...“I’m so so so sorry my mom said those things to you!!”...

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