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Jimin closes the front door with all the strength he has, making the entire floor vibrate. He doesn't care. He wants all the fucking world to know Dojun is a pierce of trash, he can receive complaints from his neighbours for all he cares.
He goes down the stairs, harshly stepping on each one before he hears the asshole, running out of his apartment, a fucking sheet covering his naked body. Deplorable.
“Jimin! Wait!” Just the sound of his voice is enough to send disgust down his spine.
“Not a chance.” Jimin doesn't even turn back, focused on continuing to move forward, going down the stairs.
“Jimin, it was a mistake!” He can hear Dojun running down the stairs too, but even then he doesn’t turn back, not wanting to have to look at him again.
“Yes, it was,” Jimin states. He has half a mind to start laughing at the whole situation. He has been thinking about breaking up for months now and, just when he finally decides to give them a chance, and to introduce the other to his family, Dojun goes and cheats on him. Fantastic.
Sure, their relationship wasn’t exactly thriving, but that doesn't justify cheating. And, even if Jimin’s not emotionally devastated by this, he’s still hurt that Dojun would do something like this to him. He knows he doesn't deserve this, it hurts his pride, and his dignity. He knows what he’s worth.
“I won’t ever do it again!” Dojun says as he stumbles on the sheet, almost tripping down the stairs. Oh, Jimin would have loved to see that.
“I don't care,” Jimin says, finally stopping right before he reaches the building door, turning around and looking at that poor excuse of a boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend. “Go and enjoy the rest of your sex escapades with Taehee. I don't fucking care, we’re done.”
“You can’t be serious.” Dojun’s eye open wide.
“Did I fucking stutter?” Jimin lifts one eyebrow, looking Dojun up and down. It’s embarrassing that he even stayed with him for so long. “Wait, did you seriously think that there was any chance we were going to stay together after this shit?”
“I don't know.” Dojun shrugs, looking around pathetically. “But I don't want to lose you.”
“Well,” Jimin says as he takes a step forward, voice dropping down sensually. “I do believe that… After all, I’m probably the best you ever had…” Dojun nods slowly, starting to move his arms, probably wanting to wrap around them around Jimin’s waist, but he laughs bitterly, slapping them off. “Should have thought about that before you decided to get in bed with someone else. Lose my number.”
Jimin gets out of the building without looking back once.
“Are you serious? Was he high or something?” Taehyung laughs as he takes another sip of wine, shaking his head. “I never liked him, Jimin.”
“No, you didn’t,” Jimin says as he empties his glass in one go. “I should have listened to you.”
“You should! I have a keen intuition about these sort of things, “ Taehyung says as he grabs the bottle, pouring more wine into Jimin’s glass. “And I even give you my premonitions free of costs.”
Jimin laughs as he takes the glass, throwing his head back on the couch and massaging his forehead. Lihwa immediately comes to him, as if she’s able to sense his distress, and Jimin pets her head with a smile. His dog always knows how to make his days better.
“Look at you,” Taehyung says as he points to Jimin, who’s now giggling as Lihwa wags her tail. “You don't look heartbroken at all.”
“I’m not,” Jimin replies easily, shrugging. “You know I wasn’t exactly head over heels in love with him.”
“You called the best friend emergency meeting.” Taehyung frowns as he points at the rosé wine, bottle almost empty.
“Well, yeah, I’m pissed at him,” Jimin says as he creates some space on the couch for Lihwa to sit next to him. “I couldn’t care less if he fucks around, but he just can’t fuck me if he does.”
“You never should have made this official, you never liked him like that.” Taehyung sighs as he sips on his glass again, clearly a bit tipsy already, his cheeks rosy.
“He was a great laid,” Jimin admits with a shrug. “And as I told you, I wouldn’t fuck him if we weren’t exclusive, I’m not into sharing.”
“That’s true, you are possessive.” Taehyung sighs again, his eyes unfocused.
“Tae, what the hell?” Jimin rolls his eyes as he empties his glass again. Contrary to his friend, he’s not even close to tipsy after two glasses.
“What? It’s true! Remember when you almost kicked Hoseok’s ass just because me and him were getting along well?” Taehyung points at him. “You’re possessive even over your friends! I can only imagine over boyfriends.”
“I don't like to share, that’s true.” Jimin shrugs, standing up to going to grab another bottle. Lihwa lifts her head, watching as Jimin walks around the apartment, following his actions closely until he returns to her side. “I can’t believe I finally told my parents I was introducing them to my boyfriend and the asshole goes and cheats on me. This is unbelievable.”
“I told you he wasn’t the one to be introduced to your family.” Taehyung stretches his hand to gently pet Lihwa, and she looks at him from the side, body tensing up. “Why is your dog so unfriendly?”
“Not to me,” Jimin says as he kisses the top of Lihwa’s head. “And not to her pet-sitter, so we’re fine. She’s an excellent guard, and she actually accepts you.” Taehyung scoffs, shaking his head. “And yeah, I know you’re right, Dojun wasn’t a good boyfriend to introduce, I know that…” Jimin takes a gulp from his wine. “But he was a boyfriend. That’s better than none, which is what I have now.”
“You don't need one.” Taehyung scoffs, almost laughing. He knows Jimin was never dependent on any of his boyfriends, much too independent for that. But this is another issue. This has to do with his parents, not with Jimin.
“I know I don’t, but my parents do.” Jimin sighs, hand petting Lihwa leisurely as he looks at his best friend. “They need to see me with someone, to make them finally accept and understand the reality of my sexuality.”
“They know you’re gay, they’ve accepted it,” Taehyung points out. “I still think this is mainly in your head.”
Jimin shakes his head as he swallows the wine, finally starting to feel a bit tipsy. “No, it’s not, even Jihyo agrees.”
“Your sister agrees with everything you say.” Taehyung rolls his eyes, but Jimin points his finger accusingly.
“She just knows I’m right,” Jimin mumbles as he puts the glass on the table. “Besides, you don't know my parents. Sure, they are alright with it on paper, and they’re not homophobic people, so they don't condemn me.” Jimin picks up his glass again, changing his mind about stopping drinking. “But it’s one thing to say they accept it, and another one altogether to see the reality of the situation and deal with it,” Jimin points out with a slightly slurred speech. “Jihyo has been bringing boyfriends home since she was 17 years old, and I keep hiding mine. Where is the fairness in this?”
“It’s not fair,” Taehyung agrees, to which Jimin quickly nods. “But, you didn’t want to bring a boyfriend before because you weren’t ready to deal with everything either. Don’t lie to me, you little devious creature, I’ve known you for ten years.”
Jimin chuckles, shaking his head and emptying the glass. “It’s true, but I’m 27 now, it’s time for them to understand what my future will look like.”
“Your future is certainly not Dojun, that asshole,” Taehyung mumbles, his hand stopping Jimin from filling his glass again, which he concedes with a small whine.
“I just wanted something like what you have with Yoongi…” Jimin sighs as he puts his glass down, his vision a bit blurred.
Taehyung’s expression softens around the edges and he puts one hand on Jimin’s arm gently. “Jimin, you’ve never allowed yourself to fall for someone like that.” His thumb caresses his skin lightly. “You’ve never allowed yourself to have something meaningful.”
“Please, I’m glad I didn’t have something meaningful with Dojun.” Jimin scoffs, shakes his head. “Look at how well that turned out.”
“Not with that asshole, that was set to fail from the start.” Taehyung gestures dismissively in front of him. “But you keep withholding yourself since Minhyu.”
“Minhyu was different,” Jimin replies curtly.
“He was your first, and the only time you allowed yourself to care,” Taehyung says as he leans on the couch, taking a small sip of his wine.
“There were others after him,” Jimin replies nonchalantly, petting Lihwa’s head on his lap.
“And none of them mattered.” Taehyung shrugs. “And don't even dare tell me I’m wrong.”
“I wasn’t planning on it,” Jimin replies with a frown.
“I know you do this to protect yourself, Jimin.” Taehyung’s words are softly spoken. “But if you keep this up, you’ll never have a true relationship, like the one you just said you wanted.”
“I hate you.” Jimin huffs as he lets his upper body fall on his dog, holding her gently.
“You don’t.” Taehyung shrugs, looking at Jimin with a smile. “Just think about it.”
“I have other things on my mind right now, like taking all of Dojun’s things out of this house and getting them in a box in front of his,” Jimin says as he purposely looks at the coat he left on top of a chair the last time he was around.
“Just put it on the street and tell him to pick it up,” Taehyung suggests, and Jimin can’t help but laugh, loving the mischievous side of his friend. He’s about to start collecting the asshole’s belongings when Taehyung’s phone pings with a text.
“You have to go?” Jimin looks at him with a small frown.
“Sorry, Jiminie,” Taehyung says as he gives him a quick hug. “Yoongi’s coming to pick me up , since I’m fairly drunk.”
“See, I want someone to care about me like that,” Jimin complains with an accusatory finger. “Now you’re just gonna leave me all alone.”
“You’re not alone, you have Lihwa,” Taehyung points to the dog, and Jimin puts a protective hand over her fur. “And you can text me all you want, I’ll tell Yoongi he has to deal with me texting you all night long if you want to.”
“You’re a good friend, I can’t even be mad at you.” Jimin sighs as he lets his body sag against the couch.
“Why would you be mad?” Taehyung laughs, grabbing Jimin’s hand and pulling him to his feet. Jimin’s world wobbles a bit before his vision settles, and Taehyung hugs him.
“I’m sorry about the douchebag,” Taehyung mumbles as he squeezes Jimin in his arms. “You know you’re worth so much more.”
“I know,” Jimin replies gratefully. “Thank you, Tae.”
“Always,” Taehyung says as he he lets go of him. “I’ll text you from the car, I want to know you go to sleep soundly and not just finish that bottle alone and faint on the couch.”
Jimin laughs as he shakes his head. “Don't worry!” There’s another ping on his cellphone, and Taehyung looks at him with kind eyes.
“I’ll text you,” Taehyung says as he goes to the door. “Tomorrow is another day, you’ll feel better!”
“I know,” Jimin says as he waves back at his friend and watches him leave.
And then, just like that, he’s alone again in his apartment, with no one to keep him company besides Lihwa, who’s wagging her tail as soon as Jimin simply looks at her. He kisses her muzzle, before going to grab the wine bottle that’s almost empty.
One more glass isn’t going to make a difference anyway.
Jimin’s head feels heavy as he wakes up, the light harsh against his eyes as he slowly opens them. Pros: he’s sleeping in his bed and not the couch, wearing a pyjama. Cons: he has fifteen unread texts from Taehyung on his phone, and a raging hangover.
He can feel Lihwa’s head resting on one of his legs, and he reaches an arm to pet her. When she was a puppy, she used to curl up and sleep right next to his face but, as she matured, she became too big and now she’s only able to fit by his legs. But she’s always, always touching him one way or another, as if she wants nothing more than to protect Jimin. Her tail wags as Jimin scratches her ears, and grabs the phone to text Taehyung back.
JM: I’m sorry about yesterday, I kind of blacked out
TH: pity party or just kind of drunk?
JM: just probably very drunk
TH: Jimin…
JM: don't even get me started. I have to meet my mother in three hours and my head is killing me.
TH: go and take something now, your mom will kill you if you show up looking like trash
JM: I’m painfully aware of that
TH: Go and get your shit together, I’ll talk to you later
JM: have a lovely Saturday with your hubby
TH: text me later! and we’re not married… yet
Jimin rolls his eyes as he throws the phone on the mattress. This is going to be a difficult day.
He doesn’t feel like moving for the next hours, but this lunch with his mom has been planned for so long that he feels bad about cancelling on the last minute. So, he drags his body out of bed, going straight to the bathroom to grab a pill before walking to the kitchen. He puts some bread on the toaster, takes a bottle of orange juice from the fridge, and swallows down the pill.
He lets his head fall over his arms on the table as he waits for the toast, cursing the headache away, and blaming it on Dojun, that fucking useless piece of shit, who decided to text him too, asking for a second chance. Jimin wants to laugh, but he doesn’t, because that would only make his head hurt even more.
After he finishes breakfast he feels a bit more invigorated, but not enough to be able to do anything else besides fall on the couch and stare blankly at the TV.
He can’t believe this. They’re leaving in a week and he now doesn't have a boyfriend, leaving him to explain why to his entire family. Couldn’t Dojun keep it in his pants for a few more days? Fucking asshole.
He drags his feet to the wardrobe, reaching to grab some of his designer clothes. He usually prefers to dress more casually, but his mother always appreciated him taking care of his appearance, so he makes an extra effort. He puts on a light blue button-up and fitted dark pants and he sighs, thinking about what he’s going to do about his puffy eyes. He plashes some water in his face, tries his best to style his blond hair, making sure his forehead is visible, and walks to the living room, looking in the body-length mirror. He looks like shit. Fucking Dojun.
“Lihwa baby, no,” Jimin says as he pushes his big dog away, a smile on his face as he crouches down to her level. “You know my mom will kill me if I show up with your fur all over my expensive clothes.” The dog wags her tail happily and licks Jimin’s chin once before stepping away, leaving Jimin with a small smile and enough strength to get out of the house.
He replies to Taehyung’s several new texts before he gets inside the car. He understands his friend’s worried about him but, in all honesty, Jimin’s main concern right now lies on the fact that he’ll be leaving to spend the holiday vacation with his family in a week, and he has to tell his mother that his boyfriend isn’t coming along with them after all.
The car springs to life as Jimin pockets his phone, and calls his mother from the bluetooth speaker, telling her that he’s already on the way.
“I’m already here,” she replies with a giggle.
“We said 13h,” Jimin says as he frowns, looking at the time. It’s still half an hour early.
“I didn’t have anything to do, so I decided to come a bit earlier,” his mother explains in good spirits.
“You could have told me,” Jimin replies as he drives out of his garage.
“Nonsense, just take your time,” she says before they say goodbye and the call ends.
Jimin likes to be early too, he got that from his mother. So, it’s to no surprise when he arrives at the restaurant exactly 10 minutes before the originally agreed time. His mother is waiting for him, sipping on a glass of lemonade, her favourite. She has a relaxed expression, and Jimin quickens his step, taking off his long winter coat and putting it over his chair.
“Hello, mom.” Jimin smiles at her, catching her greeting. “How are you on this fine day?”
“It’s raining and it’s cold, Jimin.” His mother laughs lightly. “But I’m alright, can’t wait to go on our vacation.” Jimin smiles awkwardly as he picks up the menu, hiding his face behind it. “I thought your boyfriend would come with you today too, is he on the way?”
Jimin pushes the menu upwards, cursing under his breath. It completely slipped his mind that Dojun was supposed to come today too.
“So, mom...” Jimin starts, not really sure how to tell his mother that it turns out she wouldn’t be meeting his boyfriend today, like he promised. Because they broke up. Because Jimin caught the motherfucker cheating on him. Fucking Dojun.
“Yes, dear?” She asks, a sweet smile on her face, and Jimin takes a deep breath, gathering strength to just spit it out. But before he can do it, she asks, “Oh, is that your boyfriend?”
Jimin looks at his mom with quirked eyebrows, before following her line of sight to the handsome man just entering the restaurant. Jeongguk, his dog-sitter. Fuck, with everything that happened he forgot he told him to come by so he could give him his house key.
Jimin’s about to clear up the misunderstanding when, instead, faced with the wide proud smile on his mom face, the word that ends up leaving his lips is, “Yes.”
“He’s so handsome,” she muses back with a big smile, and Jimin nods. He is, indeed, incredibly gorgeous.
“Mom, I’m just going to have a word with him before he joins us.” Jimin smiles in a calm matter, even though he feels like he’s slipping into a big mess. “We’ll join you briefly.”
She giggles, unaware of the big misunderstanding that is taking place. “Ah, lovebirds! I remember when I was like that with your father, and you always were a tad too possessive.”
“You too?” Jimin shakes his head in a playful manner before he turns around and goes to join Jeongguk, who finds his eyes and smiles, waving at him.
He is indeed incredibly beautiful. Of course, Jimin already knew it, but now that he’s looking at him as his potential boyfriend, there’s something even more attractive there. Shit, shit, shit.
“Hey Jimin, how are you?” Jeongguk smiles at him like his coat isn’t drenched in water and like he’s not cold, even though his cheeks are rosy. It makes him even more beautiful.
“So, Jeongguk,” Jimin starts, heart beating fast as he bites his lip. Shit. “How long have we known each other?”
Jeongguk lifts his eyebrows, clearly a bit lost. “Not that long? Maybe four months.”
“That’s long.” Jimin tilts his head. Isn’t that a long time? He wasn’t with Dojun for longer than three months, and it already felt bothersome. “So, you know how much I trust you, right?”
“Of course.” Jeongguk straightens his back, smile in place as he nods. “Don't worry, you know I love Lihwa, you can trust me to take great care of her.”
“Ah, it’s not exactly about that…” Jimin scratches his head, and looks back at his mother, who’s clearly trying to take a peek at them. Fuck this. “I know this is a highly uncanny request, and you’re more than free to say no.” Jimin can see Jeongguk’s expression changing into something a bit more scared, and he almost looks cute, eyes doubling in size. “But just know that, if you say yes, I’ll be indebted to you for a long time!”
“What is it?” Jeongguk asks, some concern clouding his features now. “Is everything alright?”
“Yes, just… for personal reasons that I will definitely explain later, I need you to act like you’re my boyfriend now,” Jimin says the last part of the sentence so fast that he almost looses his breath, and Jeongguk seems like he lost his own too.
“Your boyfriend…?” Jeongguk repeats, completely stunned.
“Please, Jeongguk,” Jimin says. He looks at his mother and sends her a big smile, before returning his gaze to Jeongguk. “I promise I’ll explain everything later if you help! I can even pay you!”
“No! No money.” Jeongguk puts his hands up, shaking his head firmly.
“Okay, no money,” Jimin agrees, seeing the determination on Jeongguk’s face. “But please, can you help me?” Jimin looks at him with pleading eyes. He knows he’s putting himself in an awkward situation here, but the damage is already done, and he would really appreciate if Jeongguk could help him out of this one.
“O-okay,” Jeongguk mutters slowly, making Jimin exhale in relief.
“Thank you so much!” Jimin grabs one of Jeongguk’s hands, holding it between his own. “I promise you, I’ll explain everything!”
“Okay.” Jeongguk nods, looking at their hands with wide eyes. “Are there any… rules?”
“No rules. I’m just going to introduce you to my mom, and I was hoping maybe you could have lunch with us?” Jeongguk nods, and Jimin sighs in relief. “Just behave naturally, as if I really was your boyfriend,” Jimin says with a grateful smile. “And I’m so sorry if acting like this with a man is weird for you, or if you have a girlfriend.”
“Not weird.” Jeongguk shakes his head, a faint smile spreading on his lips. “And I’m single… and, not straight.”
Jimin’s smile grows at the information, not able to control the way something inside him perks up at it . He pushes it down. It’s definitely not the time for this.”Thank you so much, Jeongguk! I owe you one.”
“Let’s go,” Jeongguk whispers lowly, grabbing Jimin’s hand and intertwining their fingers, making Jimin’s heart skip a beat. “Your mother’s waiting.”
Jimin’s mother’s smile spreads wide as they approach the table, and Jimin clears his throat, wanting to appear normal. He has to play the part, and play it well.
“I’m sorry, mother, we had some things to discuss privately.” Jimin gives her a sweet smile, somewhat surprised that Jeongguk hasn’t let go of his hand yet. “This is Jeongguk, my boyfriend.”
“Pleased to meet you, ma’am.” Jeongguk gives his mom a small bow. Polite and handsome, this might be the perfect lie to sell his mother. “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to change my clothes before coming here,” he says as he takes off his long black coat, revealing a simple black sweater underneath. Jimin feels a bit bad for him, of course he’s underdressed for the restaurant, he couldn’t have imagined he would end up having a meal here.
“No worries, Jeongguk.” Jimin’s mother smiles kindly at him. “It’s so nice to meet you. If I’m honest, Jimin hasn’t said a lot about you, so I’m thrilled to get to know you a bit better before the winter break.”
Jimin sends an apologetic smile Jeongguk’s way, but Jeongguk just takes it in stride, grabbing Jimin’s hand on top of the table and giving him a playful stare. “Jimin likes to be secretive, but it’s a relief that he feels ready to introduce me to the family.”
“At last.” Jimin’s mom giggles, already charmed by Jeongguk. If this was real, Jimin would be on the right track to get his mother to love his boyfriend.
They start to choose the food then, and Jimin catches the way Jeongguk stares at the prices with big eyes, swallowing dryly as he reads through the menu. He leans closer then, his chin near his shoulder as he whispers, “Don't worry about the price, just choose whatever you like.”
“But…” Jeongguk starts, but Jimin shakes his head and sends him a smile that makes the other close lips. Jimin sees the way Jeongguk stares at one dish in particular, even though his eyes drop to a cheaper one on the other page, and when the waiter comes to get their order, Jimin orders it for him, one hand on his wrist gently. Jeongguk thanks him in a low whisper, and Jimin’s thumb caresses his skin. It’s warm, a soft touch, that somehow helps Jimin feel reassured with the whole situation.
“So tell me, Jeongguk, what do you do?” Jimin’s mother starts as she takes a bite of one of the appetisers. “The only thing I know about you is that you and Jimin are together.”
Jeongguk chuckles lightly, and Jimin can’t help but stare. He has a great smile, after all. Objectively speaking.
“Ah, I’m an animal behaviour specialist,” Jeongguk says, to Jimin’s surprise. He thought he was about to create a role, someone different from himself. But he’s telling the truth. “Jimin hired me because he needed some help with Lihwa.”
“That dog is trouble,” Jimin’s mother comments, and Jimin puffs out his chest, already ready to defend his little girl, who’s not exactly little.
“She might not be the easiest, but she’s an amazing dog actually,” Jeongguk replies before Jimin can, and he can’t help but look at him thankfully.
The truth is that Jimin’s parents don't like Lihwa, they’re afraid of her because she’s very protective and barks a lot. And Jimin can’t help but be defensive, since that dog is probably his longest close relationship he has ever had. Excluding Taehyung. His best friend doesn't count.
“So she doesn't hate you?” Jimin’s mother asks with wide eyes, surprised. Jeongguk chuckles lightly, shaking his head. “You must be really special then.”
“He is,” Jimin replies quickly, intertwining his fingers with Jeongguk’s over the table. If the other is surprised by the action he barely shows it.
“And, after that, you two just began dating?” His mother continues as the food starts to arrive, and Jimin feels a bit bad. He just threw Jeongguk to his interrogation without even giving him anything to go by. But one look in the other’s direction shows that Jeongguk is handling it a lot better than he thought he would.
“We began to know each other.” Jeongguk smiles and nods. It’s not technically a lie. Jimin admits that they’ve spent a considerable amount of time talking to each other, especially about Lihwa, since Jimin feels like Jeongguk is probably the only person who gets his love for his dog. “And, after that, things just happened naturally.”
“I tell you, Jimin might be my son, but I’ve never thought of him as someone who could maintain a relationship,” his mother teases, laughing lightly as Jimin looks at her accusingly. “What? It’s true! You’re a bit self-absorbed, dear, it doesn't mean that I don't love you.”
“Come on, mom, why are you saying this in front of him?” Jimin whines softly. He looks at Jeongguk, wanting to see his reaction, but he just has a stable smile on his lips.
“He should know, he’s been with you for months now,” she giggles, unaware that it’s not the reality. At all.
“He’s actually pretty considerate of me,” Jeongguk says as his lips turn upwards into a fond smile, and Jimin can’t look away. Has he always been so beautiful?
“Well, you’re lucky then, Jeongguk.” His mother laughs, pulling Jimin’s attention back to her like a whiplash. He’s a bit hazy, it must be from the hangover. “Jimin, your boyfriend seems incredibly polite and kind, I understand now why you wanted us to meet him!”
Jimin nods, with a forced smile as he starts to eat. He’s getting nervous. He doesn't know how he’s going to get out of this now. Their holiday vacation is in one week, and now he pulled Jeongguk into this mess, and the truth is that he doesn't want to fake break up with Jeongguk now, not after his mother’s reaction, or her comments about his inability to maintain relationships.
Thankfully, the conversation strays to something a bit less personal, as his mother starts to talk to Jeongguk about her sister’s cat and the problems she’s been having with him. Jeongguk replies with upmost professionalism, as always, obviously knowing about what he’s talking, and impressing Jimin’s mother in the meantime.
“Jeongguk, I can see what Jimin sees in you,” Jimin’s mother says with amusement, a smile on her face. “I’ve been waiting to meet one of his boyfriends for years, but it seems like he’s been waiting to introduce one that would be special.” Her eyes are kind as she continues, Jimin’s body tensing up. “I’m glad he took all this time, you seem to be worth it.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Park.” Jeongguk gives a small bow with his head, and for some reason Jimin’s heart flutters at the interaction. Was this what Dojun was up for? An acceptance of this kind was unworthy of the other. But maybe his mother wouldn’t like Dojun as much as she’s liking Jeongguk anyway. Jeongguk is different. He’s handsome, polite and gentle, his smile genuine and open.
“Call me Jiyeon.” She chuckles back, nodding with a smile. “If Jimin is ready to take this step, then it must be for a reason, so I’d say you’re already in the family.”
“Jimin is very lucky to have you as parents,” Jeongguk says kindly. “I wish mine would be this accepting.” Jimin jostles slightly at the confession, his eyes going to Jeongguk and his expression softening as he takes his hand, trying to give some comfort.
“We’ve been telling Jimin that we’re okay with his sexual orientation for more than six years now.” Jiyeon looks at Jimin with a pointed look. “I’m sorry your parents aren’t more accepting, I hope that somehow it doesn't prevent you from having a relationship with them.”
“It’s…” Jeongguk starts, swallowing down before looking at Jimin and his mother. “It’s complicated. Let’s just say I’m a bit envious of Jimin for having his family in his corner.” Somehow, Jimin knows Jeongguk isn’t lying, but he doesn’t quite understand why Jeongguk’s being so truthful either. Jimin puts a hand on his shoulder, fingers pressing in comfort, acting his role, even though some part of him really wants to comfort Jeongguk.
“Thank you, Jeongguk,” Jiyeon says gently. “I hope you know that you are very welcome in this family.” They exchange an amicable smile. “In fact, I can’t wait to get to know you more a week from now.”
“Thank you.” Jeongguk looks at Jimin then, probably not knowing how to reply, but Jimin can’t think about this right now, he’ll have to ponder in how to get out of this mess.
“Mom, I’m so sorry, but we’ll have to cut this lunch short,” Jimin says with an apologetic look.
“It’s alright, dear, I know you must want to spend the afternoon together.” She chuckles lightly, a suggestive lift of her eyebrow. “I was young once, and weekends are to be enjoyed.”
Jeongguk chuckles lightly and Jimin looks at him in confusion, before he clears his throat and rolls with it. “Yes, and Jeongguk will have to go to work soon, so…”
“Oh.” She looks at Jeongguk then. “Of course.”
Jimin’s mother insists on paying for everything and, as Jimin sees Jeongguk start to fidget, clearly uncomfortable with how expensive it is, Jimin moves his hand to grab his, intertwining their fingers and squeezing in reassurance.
“It was a fantastic meal, Jiyeon, thank you so much,” Jeongguk says as he stands up, a sweet smile on his face.
“Nonsense, it was a pleasure to meet you Jeongguk,” she says with a smile, before her eyes go to Jimin. “You should have introduced him to us earlier, your dad is going to love him.”
Jimin blurts something in return as he tries to get out of the restaurant with his mother.
“Have a good afternoon,” Jeongguk smiles before they part.
“Jimin is lucky to have you, Jeongguk.” Jiyeon smiles honestly, and Jimin almost feels bad, to have his mother believe he would be able to have someone like Jeongguk.
“I’m lucky to have him,” Jeongguk says as he puts an arm around Jimin’s shoulders, and somehow it seems to fit there perfectly, like Jimin just belongs there.
They say their goodbyes again in front of the door with big smiles, and Jimin pulls Jeongguk by his waist as they walk to his car, surprised with how elegant and slim the other feels under his arm.
As soon as he recons that his mother isn’t looking at them anymore, he turns around to face Jeongguk.
“Thank you so much, Jeongguk!” he says honestly, eyes big as he looks at Jeongguk.
“It’s alright, I barely had to lie.” Jeongguk smiles at him, looking amused.”And your mother is very charming, I see where you get that from.”
Jimin’s heart flutters in his chest a bit, but he ignores it. “You don't have to lie anymore, she’s not listening.” He chuckles, but Jeongguk just shrugs.
“I’m not lying.” He looks over Jimin’s shoulder then, and takes a small step, leaning so that he’s closer to Jimin than he’s ever been before. Jimin freezes, feeling Jeongguk’s scent, his height, his presence, how it pulls on him. Jeongguk puts a hand on his hip and leans closer to his ear. “Sorry, your mother was staring at us.”
Jimin’s heart beats faster in his chest, eyes looking up at Jeongguk, breath getting stuck in his throat. But, before he’s even able to react, Jeongguk takes a step back, apologising once again.
“No.” Jimin clears his throat. “Don't apologise, I was the one who pulled you into this.”
“It’s quite alright,” Jeongguk replies with a smile. He doesn't look bothered at all, in fact, it’s like he’s finding the whole situation amusing.
“I’ll take you home,” Jimin says as he points to his car.
“It’s not necessary, Jimin.” Jeongguk chuckles lightly. “I can catch the bus, it’s not that cold.”
“It’s freezing, and I have a car, it’s the least I can do,” Jimin says as he points to his dark Mercedes. Jeongguk gets into the passenger seat, pressing his hands together in search for some heat. Jimin ignites the motor, immediately turning on the AC. “I don't know how to thank you, Jeongguk, really.”
“You thanked me already.” He chuckles, his eyes crinkling on the side. “And you gave me a free meal with good company, and a free ride, so don't worry about it, seriously.”
Jimin sighs, relieved. “I should explain though,” he starts as he takes the car out of the parking space.
“Only if you want to,” Jeongguk says with a smile. “I gathered your boyfriend was supposed to come today, but… he couldn’t for some reason?”
“I broke up with him,” Jimin replies between greeted teeth, putting the car in motion as he starts to drive. “The asshole cheated on me.”
“Are you f- “ Jeongguk stops himself, clearing his throat, probably aware that they returned to their usual position of a friendly professional relationship. “Are you kidding me?”
“You can curse.” Jimin laughs, stopping on a red light and looking at Jeongguk. “I curse all the time.”
“I don't want you to think I’m unprofessional.” Jeongguk scratches the back of his neck, looking out of the window.
“No chance of it! After what you just did for me I think we’re past that, you can ease up!” Jimin chuckles, his hand automatically patting Jeongguk’s knee in a jerk reaction. He clears his throat afterwards and focus on the road.
“I can’t believe he cheated on you.” Jeongguk scoffs dismissively. “His lost, really, what a fool.”
“I agree,” Jimin says with a smile, feeling strangely uplifted by Jeongguk’s comment. “He can burn in hell for all I care.”
They start to approach Jeongguk’s home then, and Jimin stops the car right in front of his building. Jeongguk looks at him a bit nervously, as if he’s not sure how to say something, and Jimin hopes it’s nothing bad.
“Jimin, I really don't want to overstep here, but…” He bites his bottom lip, and Jimin’s eyes unconsciously follow the action, watching the way he bites into in gently, releasing it before he starts talking again. It does something to Jimin, and he wonders if that’s only because he opened the door to the notion of them together. What would it be like, to have something with someone like Jeongguk? He can’t even begin to think about it. “If you need me to go to that trip your mother mentioned next week, I can go.”
Jimin’s thoughts halt. What?
“I don't want to overstep, and I know you probably have something planned already, like telling them that we broke up or that I couldn’t go for some reason,” Jeongguk continues to talk, and Jimin feels in shock as he tries to follow the words. “But I just want you to know that, if you really need it… then I don't mind.”
“Why would you do this for me?” Jimin asks honestly, confused about the other’s reasons for all of this.
“Why not?” Jeongguk shrugs, his eyes going to the window again, and it’s almost cute how small he looks. “I had fun today, and if it helps you, I don't see why not.” He looks at Jimin then, eyes wider than normal. “We’re friends… kinda… right?”
Jimin laughs, finding the other adorable. “Yeah, but this might be a bit too burdensome, even if we’re friends.”
“I don't think so.” Jeongguk gives him a different kind of smile, but it’s gone as soon as Jimin tries to decipher it. “Besides, if you get tired of me, I can catch a train and come back, and we can tell them any excuse you like.”
“And if you get tired of me?” Jimin lifts one eyebrow swiftly, but Jeongguk only scoffs.
“I don't think I will.” He clears his throat, sending Jimin’s heart into a frenzy once again. “You don't have to decide now, I know this might be a lot for you, just… text me if you need my help.”
“Thank you, Jeongguk. I mean it,” Jimin says honestly. He doesn't get why Jeongguk wants to help him so much, but he is beyond grateful.
Jeongguk sends him a smile before opening the door, cold breeze getting inside of the car. But, before Jeongguk can leave, Jimin grabs his arm and he looks back again, a hopeful expression in his face.
“Yes?” He looks at Jimin expectantly and Jimin almost feels bad when he takes the spare key out of his pocket, and gives it to Jeongguk. He’s uncertain of the reason why he gives it to him with an apologetic face, but Jeongguk smiles in return, thanks him for the key and the ride, and closes the car door, leaving a strangely vacant space behind, and Jimin feel alone. Like he immediately misses the other’s presence.
He’s so fucked.