《Hickey [Y.M]》36
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"Jimin, I don't want to go home" Yoongi whined as Jimin dragged him to Yoongi's home
"But it's late" Jimin whined and Yoongi looked at him done and let Jimin drag him
They soon reached his house and Yoongi pouted "idiot"
"Bye. Good night sugar" Jimin pecked Yoongi's pouty lips
"good night" he glared at the other and Jimin chuckled
"Bye!" He smiled. Yoongi slowly turned around and blushed as he realised what Jimin had called him just now
He went inside and furrowed his eyebrows as he saw no one. He opened the door to his room and gasped as he saw his parents smiling wickedly at him
"You guys scared me" he said clutching his shirt
"What just happened there?" His father asked him seriously
"Wha-t" his voice cracked
"You think we didn't see that, young man?" His mother said making him more scared
"haha. What?" He acted all innocent
"Ow stop it Yoongi. We're so happy!" She said cheerfully and held her husband's hands
"I didn't even say anything" Yoongi mumbled
Suddenly, they heard Yoongi's door opening so they shot their heads to their side
"Sugar, I forgot to-" Jimin saw Yoongi's parents and gasped. "Oh" he awkwardly smiled and bowed at them
"Hi Jimin! What did you forget?" Mrs. Min smiled sweetly at him
"It's nothing" He laughed nervously
"Oh come on" Mr.Min smiled
Jimin sighed internallu and walked to Yoongi "Yoongi, will you be my boyfriend? I forgot to ask you"
Yoongi gasped loudly "oh my god"
"Say yes, you stupid human" Mrs. Min said as her husband nodded
"Yes" Yoongi said nervously because of his parents
"Yay! I'll go now. Bye!" He said and left
"My son has a boyfriend now! I'm going to tell everyone. Let's go now. " Mrs. Min said and dragged Mr.Min outside
Yoongi sighed and laid down on his bed, smiling
He took out his phone and decided to message Jimin as he's not sleepy even though it's late
hey, are you
sleeping?
hey!
sorry, did i disturb
your sleep?
no it's okay, sugar.
I wasn't sleeping
Jimin texted him even though he was sleeping
oh wyd?
nothing, you?
oh. I'm just bored
why are we being awkward all of a sudden :]
I'm not good at socializing
ಠ ͜ʖ ಠ
wth is that?
call?
okay
💛
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