30 March, Saturday

Jungkook's Point of View

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>>I'm not saying you must tell them now, but get my point, it's hard having to hide it like this baby<<

Jimin nodded understandingly, but his eyes showed how much he was scared of being rejected, and judged even

>>I know Kookie but endure it a tad bit more, please..I-I'll try to tell them, but not this evening, they look so happy today, I don't want to ruin the mood. And I don't want to tell 'em when you're around, my dad would kill you. What's the point in telling them that I'm gay if then I will not even have a boyfriend anymore, I am not a necrophile<<

We both giggled and after a swift stolen kiss, and a little more of whisper-chatting, we decided to head downstairs to the kitchen, to help Jimin's mom set the table, which Yoongi had already been doing. Jimin picked the glasses from the cupboard since the plates had already been placed at their place, handing them to me, so that I could bring them to the table, while Yoongi was given the task to put to the side of the plates the cutlery, and when Mrs Park announced dinner, everyone joined the table to eat. I was seating in one of the longer sides of the rectangular-shaped table, along with Jimin, Yoongi was seating beside the latter too, but along the shorter side, in front of Jimin's dad, while on the last side had been seated Hae Soo (close to Yoongi) and Mrs Park (beside her husband)

>>It is a real shame that Doyeon couldn't come, she's such a sweet girl<<

Me and Jimin quickly exchanged a glance, before Jimin diverted is widened eyes towards Yoongi instead, who was frowning while munching on his chicken leg, about to open his mouth and probably ask ho the heck Doyeon was. Jimin acted really fast, clearing his throat and then speaking

>>Yeah, I hoped my girlfriend could make it today, but she had things to do<<

The boy stressed as much as possible the word girlfriend, and Yoongi's eyes met Jimin's, questioningly, but getting the helpless glance the younger boy was giving him, internally hoping that his best friend would get the hint and just shut up. I can't believe we never thought of telling Yoongi about this stupid situation. Seems like we will have to spit it out later. He will question anyway, so better just let him know soon.

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I back hugged Jimin while seating on his bed, Yoongi in front of us, settled on a chair cross legged, frown on show, and arms crossed as well

>>So, what's this story?<<

Jimin looked down bashfully, embarrassment taking over him and forcing him to shut up about the topic

>>His mom..<<

I started, wanting to end this as quickly as possible

>>She has seen some pretty obvious love bites on his neck and-

>>Ah, you mean those hickyes some crazy idiot had left on him?<<

The mint haired boy scoffed

>>Hyung I'm trying to be polite and explain you, would you please fucking shut up?<<

>>Jungkook!<<

Jimin snapped, hitting my head with a scolding aura

>>He's the one who started!<<

I defended myself

>>Oh gosh, it looks like I'm talking to a child<<

The older muttered under his breath. I took a deep breath, letting the oxygen run around my body freely, and composing myself

>>Anyway. As I was saying, she saw the hikyes, and Jimin invented that he had a girlfriend, because tell her that he has a male partner was too hard for this little dumbass, and now we have shit up to our necks, because we presented my cousin, Doyeon, as his girlfriend, and now they love her, and they want to see her often. Not to mention the fact that she now has a great crush on Jimin now, which doesn't help<<

Yoongi eyed Jimin wide eyed, while the latter avoided to make eye contact, shifting on my lap in discomfort from being stared at

>>Ji, I already knew you were clumsy, but never thought to this point!<<

>>I know..I'm sorry<<

>>Why are you apologizing? This wouldn't have happened if a certain someone kept his hands for himself<<

Yoongi said, giving me a glare. I hated the way he not-so-subtly was saying it was my fault. I mean, it was both mine and Jimin's, but of course he would never accuse Jimin of something. Obviously.

>>It's not Jungkook's fault at all Yoongs. It's mine only, I shouldn't have lied in the first place<<

I gave a little kiss to the side of his neck, while caressing his back, which, as always, was relaxing him a lot compared to how much tensed he had been in the last hours

>>As you say, I don't care. Certainly you could've said so before to me. Your best friend. Do you not trust me?<<

>>No! No Yoongs, it's not that! I forgot to tell you, and also it wasn't a really important thing-

This time I was the one to interrupt the argument

>>What do you mean it's not important? It's our relationship Jimin!<<

The boy sighed, evidently tired, both mentally and physically

>>Look Kookie, don't be like this you too. I meant that it is not important for Yoongi to know<<

Then Yoongi started again

>>You just said you too, so the offense was towards me as well??<<

Jimin threw his head back, resting it on my shoulder

>>That's...what the fuck guys, is this some sort of let's-make-Jimin-angry sort of thing?! Are you two picking a fight?? If you want to argue do it by yourselves, okay?!<<

Before I could wrap my arms tighter around his waist he got up, reaching for a drawer, opening it and picking a small pile of clothes, heading then to the bathroom. Yoongi and I both looked at the door of the room where Jimin had just disappeared, and then we eyed each other warily. I huffed, looking away. When the lock of the door clicked, we both turned around again, just to see Jimin coming out of there with his pajama on. He placed an hand on his hip looking at us with a little bit of haste

>>What?<<

He snapped rusty. We shook our heads, silencing ourselves, then we went to change ourselves as well, one after the other, and the moment I was alone with Jimin I apologized to him

>>I was just a bit annoyed, that's all<<

I justified. The boy nodded, releasing my hand, with whom I had been holding his, as soon as the bathroom door opened, revealing his friend in sleep wear

>>So, do we want to do something?<<

Yoongi, seated on the floor cross legged like a child, raised his hand

>>Yes?<<

The older smirked at Jimin, and Jimin smirked back understandigly, like they had just shared telepathically something. Automatically Yoongi got up, going towards the shelf that contained all Jimin's console games, while Jimin turned towards me

>>Do you mind playing Just Dance?<<

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That night I aknowledged three things

One: Jimin could beat our asses at every game like nothing

Two: The two friends were the most perfect Just Dance team mates together

Three: In Jimin's house they went to bed pretty early

After a long ass couple choreography that Jimin and Yoongi performed together, Timber by Kesha, that had me laughing out of my mind since Jimin played the panda on the screen, and had to pick Yoongi on his back, which obviously ended with the two guys face down on the floor, Jimin came close to me, throwing himself on the bed, his frame bouncing lightly on the soft mattress, all sweaty and panting, not really different from me.

He placed his head on my shoulder

>>Ew, you're drenching my shirt<<

>>Shut up<<

He snickered back tiredly, a smile plastered on his lips. For a second I forgot the annoyance caused by the mint haired boy presence as I rolled to the side, one leg over Jimin's, as well as my arm circled his torso, nuzzling my nose on his neck

>>You're sticky, and you stink Kookie<<

He meekly and tiredly whispered, giggling afterwards

>>I'm so sore<<

He continued, eyes closed, his breath still heavy

>>Yo don't go at it in front of me<<

Yoongi mumbled from his position on the couch, sprawled all around, occupying all the space. The door suddenly opened, and Jimin tensed in my arms, but didn't move. It would've been suspicious

>>Go to bed guys, it's already half past eleven now<<

Jimin's mom announced, at which both of us replied with a 'sure!', and I say the both of us, because Yoongi was already sound asleep. We tucked ourselves in bed, one facing the other, Jimin playing with the fingers of my left hand, tugging them, and moving them around, slipping his fingers between mine and then releasing, looking interested in his entertainment. He then looked at his phone, turning then it to me with a gasp

>>We're already late! Five minutes!<<

In the background, Yoongi's rather soft snores as we snuggled closer

>>Happy fourth anniversary Kookie<<

The boy whispered, at which I replied with a 'you too baby'

>>Tomorrow let's go eat brioche au chocolat<<

I proposed

>>Can I bring Yoongi?<<

>>No<<

Jimin huffed, rolling his eyes playfully

>>That's our special place<<

>>Okay<<

He agreed

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