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Yoongi was out smoking weed with his friends as he usually does at this time of night. When the group home workers, Hwasa, Solar, Moonbuyl and Wheein fall asleep for the night it was easy to sneak out, luckily they were deep sleepers and Yoongi had light feet. It was around 12 am when Yoongi decided to head back to the house, earphones blasting old rap music, kicking stones down the path as he walked.
When he reached the house he saw the outdoor light was on, "Shit," he mumbled remembering specifically shutting it off. There was no ladder that he could use to sneak through his window and he knew that the back door was locked. He walked up to the front door, quietly opened the door to see Seokjin sitting on the staircase scrolling through his phone. Yoongi let out a sigh of relief as he saw the boy look up at him, "Why do you do this," Seokjin shook his head in disappointment.
"You know if you get caught one more time you're getting kicked out of this home right?" Seokjin said. Yoongi shrugged and kicked off his shoes. Yoongi wasn't necessarily a bad kid, he didn't talk back, fight anyone or anything of the sort, he simply just liked being out of the house that he's constantly trapped in. He forgot what freedom felt like once his parents died, being tossed around and kicked out of houses makes him feel so isolated to the world. As if he couldn't live a normal life with this burden he carried within himself, the constant guilt of which lead him to this isolation in the first place.
"Why can't you fucking care about something for once," Yoongi looked at Seokjin with wide eyes. "You don't care about anyone but yourself, you're so caught up in your own dumb world to realize what the other boys and I have to do for the younger kids without you. You take every chance you get to run off with your friends and you don't care about the people who need you. I'm really debating if I should tell Hwasa that you left without supervision again, just to get you kicked out of here. You're just dead weight that I have to work my ass off for to pay for your end of the stick." Seokjin scoffed and walked upstairs to his room.
Yoongi followed up a few seconds after he heard the door close. Just was he was passing the babies rooms he heard a cry coming from the room. He paused not knowing if he should let someone else take care of it or do it himself. As he heard no one was acknowledging the baby he walked in the room and saw little Jihoon standing up in the crib with a wet face and his hands clenched in a fist. Yoongi sighed as he saw the sight, he hushed the baby and rushed over to pick him up carefully. Luckily he didn't wake up the other babies in the room or the cries just would've had the domino effect. Jihoon, was still crying slightly into Yoongi’s shirt, he was rocking him until he heard Jihoon mutter a few noises, "baba" Yoongi looked at the little boy.
"Baba?" It wasn't the first words Jihoon learnt, he already knew how to say 'momma' and 'deokdin' as s' and j's are still a bit too difficult for him, when Jihoon says baba it usually means he wants milk. "You want your baba?" he asked softly.
"Baba," Jihoon said affirming what he said. Yoongi nodded and made his way down to the kitchen with Jihoon on his hip. He started making the milk from the packaged formula, carefully making sure he was making it properly. As soon as the milk was ready he tested it on his wrist for the temperature and decided it was good enough to not burn his little tongue. He gave the bottle to Jihoon who held the bottle in his chubby little hands, sucking on it contently.
Yoongi looked at him fondly before taking the little boy upstairs. When Yoongi went into Jihoon’s room he stopped drinking his milk and eyes welled up in tears. He gripped onto Yoongi’s sleeve and started crying. Yoongi panicked and brought him back out of the room and Jihoon automatically stopped crying and continued drinking his bottle.
Yoongi sighed while looking at the half asleep boy, "Fine you can sleep with me," he slowly walked past the closed doors in the hallway to the end where his door was wide open. As he got into the room Jihoon’s eyes were closed, he placed the boy on the bed and started changing into his boxers to sleep. As he got into the bed he saw Jihoon's bottle fell beside him and he was fast asleep. He took the bottle and moved it to the side table carefully trying not to wake the baby. Once he got comfortable he closed his eyes and drifted to sleep.
Yoongi woke up to Jihoon hitting him on the chest, "Hey little buddy," Jihoon let out a gurgly giggle as Yoongi sat up picking him up and holding him on his lap. He reached over to his side table and grabbed his shitty old phone to check the time; it was 5:30am. He sighed but got out of bed holding Jihoon on his hip, right as he was about to walk out the door he realized he was still only in his boxers so he put Jihoon on the bed and quickly put on his sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt. He grabbed the giggling baby and brought him downstairs to the kitchen where he saw Moonbyul and Wheein with the two other babies that work there.
"Yoongi, why do you have Jihoon? We were looking for him in every room!" Moonbyul said running over to him while Jihoon opened his arms and reached out for her.
"Didn't bother looking in mine?"
She hesitated "It's not that, it's just we didn't expect you to have him, you barely pay attention to the little ones," he shrugged her off and grabbed an apple that was sitting out on the table before taking a bite out of it and walking upstairs. "Wait Yoongi, were getting someone else in today, his name is Jimin. He will be rooming with you considering you are the only one who doesn't have a roommate,"
Yoongi sighed and continued walking up to his room. He didn't have the biggest room in the house, actually quite the opposite. There was one mediocre sized bed and one dresser, his clothes were scattered on the floor, both dirty and clean. The walls are gray and empty from pictures with the exception of a few dents and holes in the wall from a few incidents that shouldn’t be brought up again.
Before he was aware he fell back asleep and woke up 6 hours later by a knock on his door. He groaned and checked his phone for the time, it was 11:30 and he groaned once again, wanting to sleep his day away. He got up from his bed and slowly walked to the door, he heard the knock once again and he opened the door. “Yoongi, Jimin is going to be here in about 10 minutes, please put on something decent and act happy until the supervisor leaves,”
“Oh, okay,” he said closing the door and picking up random clothes from the ground that looked decent. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a blue button up plaid shirt. While he was walking down the hallway he saw Namjoon in his room reading a book, “Namjoon,” he said loud enough to get the boys attention.
“What,” he replied, putting down the book he was reading.
“Why aren’t you downstairs?”
“Because I don’t want to,” Yoongi laughed and agreed before walking downstairs and into the living room where Seokjin, Jungkook and Taehyung were sitting. Taehyung and Jungkook were whispering things to each other before both cracking up in loud laughs. He sat next to Seokjin since it was the only open place on the couch that wasn’t occupied by the adults and the infants. A few minutes passed with little dialogue other than the two boys who kept making crude jokes, and then the doorbell rang.
Hwasa got up from her seat and walked to the door quickly, everyone was dead silence, not a word muttered from anyone in the room. When she came back one of the group home supervisors followed her into the living room who was followed by a more frail looking boy with pastel pink hair and an oversized sweater who was staring at the floor. Yoongi fixed his eyes to the boy and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. He couldn’t be the same age as Yoongi, he was so much smaller and his features looked… young?
Hwasa signaled to them to all stand up from where they were sitting. They stood up and bowed to the supervisor politely, he nodded back at them and they all sat back down in their seats. Yoongi’s eyes were fixed on the smaller boy who stood next to the supervisor; he has yet to lift his eyes from the ground, even the slightest to see who he was stood in front of.
“This is Park Jimin, he will be staying here for… an amount of time. He is 16 years old, help him feel comfortable treat him with respect.” He said before looking down at Jimin and nudging him slightly. Jimin looked up at him and met his eyes for a split second before looking right back at the floor shyly.
“Thank you,” He said just loud enough for Yoongi to notice his high pitched voice.
“Why don’t you all introduce yourselves to Jimin and then go back up to your rooms and do some homework or do something productive,” They all mumbled in agreement and Jimin played with one of the sleeves of his sweater.
“Hi Jimin, I’m Taehyung,” He said excitedly standing up. He saw Jimin’s eyes wonder up the his face and eyes widen slightly before scanning over all of the boys faces before nodding his head and looking back at the ground. Taehyung looked disappointed at the lack of response but shrugged it off before grabbing Jungkook’s hand, pulling him up from his seat. “This is Jungkook,” he said referring to the brunette who laughed at him.
Jimin nodded again not looking up at the boys. Seokjin shrugged and stood up as Taehyung and Jungkook ran upstairs giggling, “I'm Seokjin,” he said before walking into the kitchen to get a snack.
“Hey Jimin, I’m Yoongi, your roommate,” He said still sitting down on the couch, smiling. Jimin looked up with wide eyes, and then looked back at one of the workers who nodded at him. Jimin closed his eyes in disappointment but nodded before picking up his suitcase.
“Yoongi, why don't you show Jimin your room and maybe give him a little tour of everything while you’re at it,” Yoongi agreed and got up from the couch and lead Jimin upstairs.
“There’s one of the bathrooms,” he said pointing to the open door with the big mirror behind it. He saw Jimin look at the mirror at Yoongi, and looked away as soon as Yoongi saw him looking. Yoongi smiled to himself and continued to show him several rooms until they reached the end of the hall where their room was. “And here is our room, It’s messy, sorry about that,”
Jimin looked around the room as Yoongi sat down on his bed and looked at his phone. Jimin cleared his throat very slightly, “Uh, i-is there just one bed?” he said too quiet for Yoongi to understand.
“Huh, what was that? You don’t have to be shy around me dude, I’m chill,” Yoongi said making eye contact with him.
Jimin’s face went bright red at his words but kept the eye contact, “I um was, uh,” he broke the eye contact and looked over Yoongi’s shoulder, “wondering if there was, uh, another bed,” He trailed off with uncertainty. Yoongi grinned slightly and let his head fall sideways onto his own shoulder Jimin was looking over, Jimin jumped slightly and looked down at his feet.
“I’ll go check if we got an extra mattress,” he said as he got from the bed. As he was walking past Jimin he let one of his fingers drag over his shoulder, “You can put your stuff in the second drawer,” he said in a seductive voice.
Jimin flinched at the touch, “Oh my god,” he said under his breath. As Yoongi was walking out of the door his smiled slyly to himself, it was going to be fun messing with him, Yoongi thought.
Yoongi didn’t bother asking for a mattress and knocked on Taehyung and Jungkook's door. He heard a loud “fuck” on the other side of the door, a few seconds later the door swung open revealing a wide eyed Taehyung with messy hair and red lips. He looked into the room and saw Jungkook lying in his bed with the covers on his lap and scrolling through his phone, obviously avoiding Yoongi’s gaze. When Taehyung saw Yoongi he sighed and rolled his eyes, “I thought you were Hwasa,”
“You gays need to chill out for a bit, what if Mingyu just opened the door? You know he's just learned how to, I woun't be surprised if he went on a door opening spree,” Yoongi said.
“What the fuck Yoongi we aren’t gay,” Taehyung said defensively.
“Say that to your swollen lips and obvious boner,” Yoongi said motioning to Taehyung's pants. “and from what I see,” he looked into the empty room, “there are no girls,” Yoongi raised his eyebrows and smirked.
“Fuck off dude,” He said shoving Yoongi away.
“Woah woah, someone’s got a bit of internalized homophobia. First off, I’m not homophobic, quite the opposite, second of all don’t touch me I don’t want to know where your hands have been,” Yoongi said defensively while laughing.
Taehyung rolled his eyes, “Whatever, go play with your new boy toy,”
“You bet I will,” he winked before walking back down the hall to his room. When he walked in the room he saw Jimin sat on the edge of the bed on his iphone 7, as soon as Jimin saw him walk into the room he quickly put his phone away and stood up from the bed. “So, she said there was no mattress for now, but she said for you to sleep in my bed with me,” he said looking straight into Jimin’s eyes that weren’t looking up at him.
“Oh um okay. Do you know where she is? I need to speak to her for a second,” Yoongi nodded and lead the boy downstairs to the computer room where Hwasa was doing some work.
“Hi boys, what do you need?”
“Jimin wanted to talk to you, bye,” Yoongi said as Hwasa looked up at them.
She gave Jimin a soft questioning look as Yoongi left the room. Jimin looked over to the opened door and moved over to close it for some privacy. Hwasa moved one of the unoccupied chairs in front of her so Jimin could sit down, which he did. “What do you need to talk to me about Jimin?”
“You know, right?” Jimin asked quietly.
“I know everything about your life Jimin. I was the one that insisted for you to come to a boys group home rather than the female one they were going to send you to. You don’t need to be scared or ashamed here, all the boys are here because of more personal reasons then they couldn’t find someone to adopt them or a foster home. I don’t know if anyone told you, but this is kind of like a group home for ‘troubled’ kids. Other than the three infants we have here,” She said quoting troubled with her fingers. “We have group therapy on Wednesdays and individual check in’s which are marked on the fridge or whenever you need to talk. I know your habits, I have your files, I know what you’re going through. There is a reason why there aren’t many people in this group home because we need to tend to everyone’s needs as best as we can. I truly hope you understand this, Jimin.”
“Okay, none of them know I'm trans right?” Hwasa shook her head no.
“And they won’t know unless you want to tell them, alright?” Jimin nodded his head sadly, “Now, there is one more thing I would like to talk about. Testosterone, I know you are currently taking it right?,” Jimin looked up at her nodding. “Alright so…” she trailed off.
“Please don’t make me stop,” Jimin said with his eyes tearing up, “please I’ll do anything,”
“Jimin, don’t worry I wouldn’t do that. You’ve been taking the shots for only one week right? You’ve only had one shot?” Jimin nodded, “So, you’re still getting your period,” Jimin cringed and looked to the floor and nodded sadly, it was a sensitive topic and he would be lying if he said the way she worded it did make him dysphoric. “Alright, tell me when you need any hygeine products for it, don’t be shy. I also need to get a waste bucket for your needles and you do know you will be seeing significant differences, I’m just wondering what happens if the boys notice.”
Jimin shrugged and played with his sleeve. “I-I just… I just want to be… happy and um comfort-ah ble with myself,” he said as a tear fell from his eye and onto his lap. He sniffled and wiped his face with his sleeves. He groaned in embarrassment and Hwasa gave him a look of pity.
“You remind me of my younger sister,” Jimin looked at her with furrowed eyebrows and a slightly offended look in his eyes, “No, no not like that… She’s trans and she always came to me and cried about wanting to be able to be herself which she couldn’t do. She wore skirts and got bullied and beat by older guys, she would come home every day tears in her lifeless eyes, Jimin. I don’t want this to happen to you.”
Jimin sighed and got up from his seat thanking her politely for talking to him. As he walked out he noticed Yoongi sitting on the couch eating a banana, Yoongi looked up at him and smiled but it fell as soon as he saw the tears on Jimin’s face, “Oh shit, you okay? Was she rude? Why are you crying?” Jimin shook his head and walked upstairs quickly to their room and sat in the corner of the room and brought his knees to his chest and cried. When he heard Yoongi walk into their room he tried being quiet as if that was going to make him invisible. Yoongi sat down next to him not saying a word.
Jimin looked the opposite way of Yoongi and sighed. After a few minutes of silence Yoongi finally broke it, “I’m not too good at the whole comforting people… do you want me to do something for you or like put on some music?” Jimin shook his head and Yoongi nodded his head thoughtfully, “You can sit on the bed if you want… I know how hard it is being in a new environment but all of us are pretty chill you don’t have to be nervous around us,”
Jimin didn’t respond and Yoongi bit his lip thoughtfully, “Do you want me to leave you alone?” he was left with another unanswered question and he sighed before getting up from the ground. Right as he was about to leave he stopped, “The bed is quite comfortable,” with that said he closed the door. he made his way downstairs before quietly slipping on his shoes and opening the front door.
“Yoongi what are you doing,” Wheein said stopping the boy, “If you’re going out, why don’t you take Jihoon with you, he needs fresh air.”
“Meh I don’t really want to,” he said before trying to close the door before Wheein yanked the door open before it could close fully. She gave Jihoon to Yoongi who sighed.
“Don’t smoke around kids. Take him for a walk and come back in 1 hour.” She said firmly.
Yoongi rolled his eyes but agreed and walked 10 minutes with Jihoon gargling random noises and biting his fist as a baby usually does. Jihoon was a happy baby, he rarely cried and he was always making cute baby noises, which made Yoongi have a soft heart for the little boy. When he got to the usual meet up place he saw Hoseok picking a flower in the field, “Hey Hoseok,” Yoongi called him over who smiled brightly and walked over with the single yellow flower.
“Who’s this little one,” Hoseok said making funny faces to the little boy who reached out for Hoseok’s face while giggling, Hoseok gave the little boy the single flower he picked and grabbed free little hand and smiled, "I guess that means no smoking?"
"Yeah not now, Hwasa would be pissed off," Hoseok nodded and started walking towards the bench, Yoongi followed, sitting next to him and placing Jihoon on his lap. "Dude we got a new guy in the house, his name is Jimin, he's cute,"
"You're so gay," Yoongi laughed at his answer.
"No but really, he's my roommate and he's just really pretty? He'd be a hot girl, if he grew out his hair I probably wouldn't realize he was a guy, but he really is very attractive. Oh and his hair is light pink and it looks so cute on him." Hoseok faked throwing up mockingly at the boy who was gushing over the boy.
"Oh and you know what's funny, I knocked on Tae's and Jungkook's room door and they were totally fucking, they were so obvious,"
"So many gays these days," Hoseok said shaking his head jokingly.
"I mean, gay is fun, guys are hot," Yoongi said shrugging which made Hoseok burst out laughing. After 30 minutes of talking mindlessly Yoongi decided to head home with Jihoon. When he got home he saw Namjoon sitting on the porch reading one of his books, "Why are you outside?" Yoongi asked as he approached the front door.
"Tae and Jungkook were being loud, I could hear them through the walls so I came out here," he scowled in disgust.
Yoongi nodded and went inside closing the door with his foot before kicking off his shoes.
"Yoongi it's your turn to get the dirty laundry from everyone's room and wash them, please do it now," Yongsun said from the kitchen, "dinner will be ready soon so go get the other boys down stairs for our talk,"
"Alright," he said bringing Jihoon to the playpen where Moonbyul was playing with the other kids.
When he got upstairs he knocked on Namjoon and Seokjin’s room knowing Seokjin was probably doing homework or something. The door opened revealing an annoyed Seokjin with an ear bud in, "what do you want,"
"I need your laundry," Seokjin nodded before throwing a few articles of clothing from the ground into the hamper and handing it to him. He moved onto the next room which so happened to be Taehyung and Jungkook's room. He knew Taehyung was downstairs on the couch so he wouldn't be interrupting something again. When he knocked a sleepy Jungkook in boxers opened the door squinting his eyes mumbling and complaining about waking him up. "Dude it ain't my fault Tae fucked you into oblivion,"
"Fuck off dude you don't know shit. Why are you here?"
"Listen all I know is that Namjoon thinks the walls are too thin which causes the need to read outside," Jungkook's eyes widen and his face flushed with embarrassment, "oh and I need your hamper," Jungkook rolled his eyes and without looking pushed the hamper towards Yoongi who took one look and snickered, "I also know one of you wore purple panties," Jungkook looked at the hamper and quickly picked it up from off the pile and threw it on his bed. "Do you not want it washed then," he cringed, "that's pretty gross,"
He looked past Yoongi, making sure no one was lurking in the hallway and whispered, "I don't want any of the girls to see,"
Yoongi raised his eyebrows, "Do they belong to one of the girls?" Jungkook shook his head. "Then it's fine, I'm doing laundry, they won't see it, your secret is safe with me you kinky bastards,"
Jungkook fetched the panties and placed them under some of his clothes before slamming the door shut. Yoongi went to his and Jimin’s room, not bothering knocking for obvious reasons, when he entered he saw Jimin was rolled up in a ball sleeping with his plush lips slightly open. He had tear stained cheeks and his eyes were a bit puffy, Yoongi sighed. He was too pretty to be so sad. He calmly shook the peaceful boys shoulder in attempts to wake the younger up. He groaned in his sleep and adjusted his sleeping position which made Yoongi’s heart flutter for some reason.
Soon enough Jimin woke up and looked up at Yoongi with tired eyes, “How are you feeling?” he asked politely sitting down on the edge of the bed.
“Oh, um I’m o-okay,” Jimin replied stumbling over his words slightly, he sat up from where he was lying down and got off of the bed.
Yoongi nodded at the response, “Do you have any dirty clothes that need to be washed?” Jimin shook his head not maintaining any eye contact, “Alright well we do this thing where on Sundays we gather all together and just talk, not like group therapy that’s a bit different but still kind of similar so, Yongsun wants everyone downstairs now,” Jimin muttered a quick okay before saying he was going to the washroom. Yoongi gathered the dirty clothes from his floor and threw them in the hamper.
As he walked down the hall he told Jungkook and Seokjin to go downstairs and they did. As he was passing the washroom he heard a breathy sob and he frowned, was Jimin crying again? He debated for half a minute is he should knock to ask if he was alright, as he heard the sobbing was still continuing he decided to knock, “Hey Jimin, are you alright,” He heard Jimin stumble on the other side of the door, probably from being startled.
“Um yeah, just uh washing my face,” He said loud enough for Yoongi to faintly hear.
“Alright,” he said unsurely, “might want to be downstairs in a few minutes bud,” He heard Jimin mutter and okay and he walked downstairs, with a struggle, carrying the hampers to the laundry room. He was worried for Jimin but he also knew what it was like being tossed in a group home, and obviously he was at this one for a reason other than just not having a foster house.
He put the laundry in the washing machine along with the detergent and walked over to the couch where the rest of the guys excluding Jimin were sitting and chatting amongst themselves, “Where’s Jimin?” Hwasa said holding Mingyu’s hand while walking into the living room.
“Oh he’s in the washroom,” Yoongi stated.
She hummed in acknowledgement, “Jimin!” She yelled up the stairs, “Please come down quickly,” as soon as she said that he emerged from the washroom and muttered an apology as he walked past her to the couch. He sat down in the empty space on the couch that was right next to Yoongi. He didn’t look up at Yoongi which didn’t surprise him so he shrugged it off and they fixed their attention to Hwasa after she cleared her throat while was holding a notebook, “Alright now that we’re all here… does anyone want to start,”
Seokjin spoke up, “Yoongi is an asshole and we need more eggs,”
“Woah that was uncalled for,” Yoongi said raising his hands up in defense.
Hwasa laughed, “What did he do to make you say that, and do you have any left for tomorrow morning?”
“He’s just annoying, but yeah only for me though,” Seokjin said smiling a mocking smile.
Just as Yoongi was about to speak Hwasa lifted her hand to hush him, “Alright, anyone else,” Yoongi huffed and leaned back crossing his arms. He heard a small snicker come from Jimin and he smiled lightly but didn’t turn to Jimin because he didn’t want to make the boy uncomfortable.
“Taehyung and Jungkook are loud and always disturb me from reading in my room,” Namjoon said turning to the two boys who were blushing bright red. Hwasa raised her eyebrows and asked if they could go downstairs instead of being loud in their room to which Namjoon scoffed, “I don’t think that’s possible,” he said quickly before Taehyung got up and started hitting Namjoon calling him an asshole, “Jesus Christ calm the fuck down,”
“Kim Taehyung,” Hwasa and Moonbyul said sternly in sync, “Go to your room until dinner is over and meet me in the computer room,” Hwasa said as Taehyung stopped hitting Namjoon. He ran upstairs with pure embarrassment on his face and Jungkook looked down at his lap with a red face not making any eye contact with anyone in the room.
“Okay well that was interesting, the foods ready please go sit down and eat,” Solar said stepping out of the kitchen. They all gathered around the table and Jungkook ate quickly trying to avoid all the awkward tension that was hanging in the air.
Yoongi looked over to Jimin who was playing with his food rather than eating it and Yoongi frowned, “Jimin are you not hungry?” His eyes widened and he shook his head slightly before looking around at other people’s plate noticing almost everyone was done, “Okay well if you aren’t going to eat might as well offer some food to the others,”
Seokjin gasped and grabbed the plate from Jimin and started eating which caused Yoongi to start laughing. Jimin was excused from the table so he walked upstairs to his and Yoongi’s room and sat down on the edge of the bed he sighed and went on his phone for a minute thinking about everything. He missed his parents, it was his fault they’re dead, and now he’s stuck in this stupid group home and he’ll never be happy.
“Hey Jimin,” Yoongi said making Jimin jump slightly at the unexpected entrance, he muttered a small hi before sitting in the corner as he did earlier today, “get off the ground, your ass is going to be numb and the floors are cold your balls are gonna shrivel up,” He said laughing.
Jimin looked up at him mortified, “why are you like this,” Yoongi laughed harder and shrugged. Yoongi pulled his shirt over his head revealing his abdomen, “Uh Y-yoongi i'm still in here,” Jimin said shielding his eyes
Yoongi smirked and pulled off his pants revealing his boxers that he was wearing and stood in front of Jimin, “Fine, i'm dressed,” He sighed Jimin sighed and took his arm away from his face only to be face to face with Yoongi’s junk.
Jimin let out a squeak, “Oh my god,” he said, the loudest he's spoke since being here. Yoongi’s eyes widened at the voice and gushed.
“Oh my god is right, your voice is so cute what the fuck,” He said looking at Jimin who had his head in his arms. Once Yoongi heard Jimin’s voice he couldn’t help but have the dirty thought of how pretty Jimin’s moans would be and he blushed slightly shaking his head away from the thought. “Wait can you speak again that was actually adorable,”
Jimin sighed, “Put pants on then,” Jimin said out loud rather than under his breath as he usually does and Yoongi smiled so widely.
Yoongi put on pajama pants and held out a hand for Jimin to pull himself off the ground with. Jimin shyly took Yoongi’s hand in his with his sweater paws and hopped up thanking him for the help. “You can get dressed i’ll look away,” Yoongi said turning away from Jimin.
Jimin took a deep breath, “I’ll change in the washroom,” he said without stuttering which made Yoongi happy. After he came back from the washroom Yoongi was on his phone playing some old game.
“Ah, Jimin wanna go eavesdrop on what Hwasa is saying to Taehyung and Jungkook,” He said smirking mischievously.
“What even w-was that all about?” he asked speaking quietly.
“Oh, let’s just say they’re pretty vocal during sexual intercourse,” Jimin’s eyes widened at the boys choice of words and Yoongi laughed.
“Are they dating?” Jimin asked surprised, Yoongi shrugged but grabbed Jimin’s hand and pulled him downstairs to the computer room that Taehyung and Jungkook just entered.
“Taehyung, what was all of that about,” Hwasa said referring to whole scene that went down before dinner.
“Namjoon was being a dick, he can’t just say shit like that!” his anger rising easily.
“Alright, but if you guys were disrupting his reading don’t you think he also has a reason to be a bit pissed off?” Taehyung shrugged and huffed, “The way he made it sound was that you two were doing something sexual,” Jungkook’s head snapped up to Hwasa and he started blushing, “Listen boys, you’re sixteen and seventeen, I understand the things that happen at that age... Are you two dating?” She asked with no sense of anger or disgust.
Taehyung looked at Jungkook, “Yeah, we are,” Taehyung said with no emotion showing on his face still looking at a flustered Jungkook.
Hwasa sighed but held a slight smile on her face, “Alright, that’s fine with me, you guys know about safe sex and everything right? Do I have to go over this stuff?” Hwasa noticed the fear shoot through the boy’s eyes and she chuckled, “I know it’s embarrassing but I just want you guys safe… please discuss previous sexual things you’ve done in the past with each other and if you guys feel the need to get tested ask me and we’ll go. You two are very young, but it’s not like I can stop you two from whatever you chose to do so if anything I wanna keep you safe. Honestly if you guys have any questions about such things please let me know,” they both nodded awkwardly, “Oh, do I need to get condoms then,” she paused, “Lube?”
Jungkook’s face was way redder than Taehyung would’ve thought was possible but Taehyung nodded slightly not making eye contact with Hwasa, Jungkook started coughing loudly and got up and ran out of the room to get a glass of water. Taehyung laughed at the boy’s reaction even though he felt pretty embarrassed as well. One Jungkook came back to the room he apologized and she asked if they had any questions, Taehyung and Jungkook both stated they didn't. Before running off to wherever they went.
Hwasa knew that it was probably invasive and embarrassing for the two but as they never grew up with parents where they could talk about sexuality and such Hwasa felt the need to make sure the kids were educated on these topics. Especially since health class doesn't actually teach you all useful things about sex, they cover the basic facts of strictly heterosexual sex but it's rare to find teachers who talk about other kinds of sex and sexualities in the school that they attended. As Hwasa imagined gay kids who are still figuring themselves out can feel out of place and still lost on many other ways of intercourse, as she once felt the same.
When Jimin and Yoongi got back to their room after eavesdropping on the conversation they both started laughing. “Oh my god that was so awkward!” Yoongi said smiling like a maniac. Jimin was shyly chuckling into his sleeve. Once they both calmed down from their laughter they decided they should probably head to sleep.
“Um Yoongi?” Jimin said catching the boy's attention. Yoongi looked over at him questionably, “is there like an ex-extra blanket a-and pillow?”
“Why do you need one?”
“So I can sleep on the floor,” Jimin said lowering himself onto the floor.
“No no, Jimin you can sleep on the bed, there's room for both of us if we sleep on our sides,”
Jimin hesitated, “I-I don’t know Yoongi, I can just sleep on th-the couch it’s not a big deal,”
Yoongi sighed, “No, its fine I’ll sleep on the couch you stay here and get used to the room,” he smiled sweetly and walked downstairs leaving Jimin in the room alone. He closed the door and turned off the lights before tucking himself into the small, cozy bed. He debated if he should take off his binder which was digging into his ribs or not as he was drifting asleep. He decided against it, the fear of someone waking him up in the morning and seeing his chest so exposed under the one layer of fabric or just forgetting to put it on in the morning before going to breakfast made him extremely nervous. A decision he probably would regret later.