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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Min_Yoongi_|_Suga/Park_Jimin, Jeon_Jungkook/Kim_Taehyung_|_V
  Character:
      Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Park_Jimin_(BTS), Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin, Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap
      Monster, Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Jeon_Jungkook, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope
  Additional Tags:
      yoonmin, Min_Yoongi_-_Freeform, park_jimin_-_Freeform, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga
      Is_a_Little_Shit, Park_Jimin_Is_a_Sweetheart, Jimin_is_so_innocent,
      Yoongi_is_20, Jimin_is_17, Oops, no_underage_sex_tho_don't_worry, Slow
      Burn, pinning, First_experiences, For_Jimin_at_least, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga
      Is_Bad_at_Feelings, college_life_yoongi, Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin_&_Min_Yoongi_|
      Suga_Are_Best_Friends
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-31 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1667
****** oppa ******
by taematare
"Yoongi!" Seokjin calls, "I've left the cookies in the oven to keep them warm
until you get up. Just put them on a pretty plate and cover them up in plastic
wrap. I expect to see those cookies gone when I get back from work you hear!"
Seokjin waits at the door until he hears an affirmative grunt coming from the
sleepy boy upstairs then starts towards his car.
That had been three hours ago.
By the time Yoongi steps out of his room he had decided that death was better
than forcing himself out into the afternoon sun.
Yoongi didn't know why it was necessary to visit the new neighbors with a tray
of sweets in hand as if he would ever want to interact with them in the first
place. He contemplates if Seokjin would yell at him if he ate the cookies
instead but decides he'd rather not face the wrath of his friend due to the
scary similarities he has with Yoongi's mom when she was mad.
Yoongi slips into his worn shoes and steps outside and his eyes immediately
shut close as he lets them get used to the light burning behind his eyelids.
Slowly but surely he opens his eyes and shuffles to the pastel colored house
next to his.
He nibbles on his lip nervously and lifts a long, pale, finger up to the
doorbell.
A pleasant chime resonates around the house and the sound of clothed feet could
be heard behind the door.
A woman peeks out from behind the door, her black hair falling in small waves
over her left shoulder, large eyes, small nose, and cherry colored lips.
Yoongi flashes her his best smile.
"Hello, I'm Min Yoongi your new neighbor." He does a neat little bow then
balances the plate of sweets on his left hand with his right hand outstretched
for her to shake. He breathes a sigh of relief when she opens the door wider
and took a hold of his hand.
"Park Ji Su, a pleasure to meet you Yoongi-ssi."
"I live in the house right next to yours with my roommate Kim Seokjin. He's
very sorry he couldn't come and introduce himself but he baked these cookies
for you this morning."
"How thoughtful of him. Let me treat you to a cup of tea, please come in." She
exclaims, her lips spreading into a smile.
Yoongi cringes internally. This is exactly what he feared would happen.
Nevertheless he forces a smile on his face; thinking about how Seokjin would
scream at him if he didn't accept her offer.
Once inside he saw a row of shoes by the entrance, it looked like she wasn't
alone. There was a pair of men's running shoes next to (at least, he assumed
they were hers) her sandals. He carefully slips off his shoes and places them
next to the running shoes and follows Mrs. Park towards the kitchen. There were
still several unopened boxes littering the living room and Mrs. Park apologizes
for the mess.
Yoongi notices that most of the boxes have the word 'Jiminie' scrawled on the
side in loopy letters, he subtly peeks into an open box and is surprised to
find the box filled with stuffed animals ranging from the horrific 2011 Domo to
various Pokemon that he obviously couldn't name even though he had devoted
nearly all of his middle school life to memorize them.
He sat down at the edge of his seat with a tight smile on his lips.
Yoongi surprisingly found Mrs. Park very easy to talk to. She seemed genuinely
interested in every subject their conversation headed towards. He asked her
about her job and she replied that she was a new professor at Korea National
University of Arts, which coincidentally was the university Yoongi attended.
She questioned him on his major, something he was always enthusiastic to talk
about.
"I've already been able to sell a couple songs to some small companies. I guess
they've been spreading good words about my work around. Now I've got companies
looking for me instead of the other way around."
She raised her eyebrow slightly, "My, my Yoongi- ssi it seems you've got a
bright future-"
A loud thump and a yelp of pain interrupted her. A few seconds later the sound
of feet shuffling downstairs and pained grumbling reached their ears.
"Mom, do you know where my stuffed animals- oh."
And oh was right. The kid in front of him was gorgeous. Golden skin, with rosy
cheeks and equally rosy lips. Lips so plump and kissable Yoongi wondered if
they were natural. His eyes trailed to the sculpted arms on display and muscled
thighs still visible through the baggy sweats. His mouth absolutely watered at
the sight.
"Uh... mom? Who's this?"
"Jiminie, this is our new neighbor Yoongi, and look what he brought!" He
noticed that she had dropped the formalities so he assumed she was comfortable
enough already. She held up the plate of treats, "Sugar cookies! Your
favorite."
He stood up and for the second time that day held his hand out, "Min Yoongi,
I'm assuming you're, um, Jiminie?"
Jiminie blushed, "Ah, Jimin if you don't mind. Jiminie is what my mom calls
me." He smiles and his eyes fold into crescents as his cheeks spread upward
revealing a blinding smile and inexplicably adorable chipped tooth. "A pleasure
to meet you Yoongi." He shook his hand, Jimin's small fingers fitting perfectly
into his large palm.
Mrs. Park tsked, "It's Yoongi-hyung Jiminie." Jimin's nose scrunched up. "If
it's alright with Yoongi that is."
"Of course..." Yoongi looked down at his watch and feigned a look of surprise.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Park but I've got to run a couple of errands before my
roommate- Jin comes back. Thank you for the tea." He bows respectfully and
gives Jimin a little wave.
Instead of leading him to the door Mrs. Park suddenly looks conflicted; her
hands clasped together nervously. She looks at Yoongi then Jimin and back
again, as if she were watching an intense tennis match. At this point Yoongi's
fixed smile is slowly slipping away.
Finally Mrs. Park speaks, "Yoongi, I'm sorry, I know this is rather sudden but
if it isn't much trouble, could you possibly watch Jiminie for me? I've got to
report the the university today to be taken on a campus tour and teacher
orientation plus make sure everything is in check for my first class next week.
I'll be back by four but I don't want to leave Jimin alone.
"You seem like a good boy and I really haven't anyone who can watch over him."
Jimin sighs, "Mom we've been over this millions of times. I'm seventeen. I can
look after myself for a few hours. Besides Yoongi said he was busy and-"
"Sure." Yoongi smiles at Jimin, "Besides, I could use some help since I need to
carry a lot of heavy things around. And it seems like," He paused to run his
eyes over Jimin's muscled arms and smirks, satisfied to see the apples of
Jimin's cheeks reddening along with the tips of his ears, "you can definitely
lift more than me."
"Thank you Yoongi! Gosh, you can tell me how much it'll be when I get back."
Yoongi attempts to tell her he's happy to do it free of charge, eyeing Jimin
like a piece of candy, but she has none of it. Then she whirls around and looks
at Jimin, "And you young man- Jimin look at me, you are to listen to Yoongi and
do whatever he tells you to. Don't forget to address him as hyung. Understood?
None of that..." she lowers her voice so that only Jimin can hear, "Now call
him Yoongi-hyung."
Jimin's lips are pressed together tightly, stubbornly crossing his arms over
his chest.
"Jimin I'm going to give you the smallest room in the house if-"
"Yoongi-hyung."
Mrs. Park smiles and Yoongi smirks.
"Well let's get going Jiminie." He bids Jimin's mom goodbye once more and she
leads them to the door where they put on their shoes. They make their way over
to Yoongi's house, waving at Mrs. Park driving who is driving away while Yoongi
struggles a bit with unlocking the door. Yoongi kicks off his shoes, not caring
where they went, and throws himself onto the couch. He stretches his spine and
feels it cracking delightfully- he lets out a loud moan and he hears Jimin yelp
softly by the door. He almost laughs.
"What are you doing there? Sit down idiot. I don't bite." Hard, Yoongi thinks.
"Um but I thought I was going to help you," Jimin's voice is uncertain,
"Besides there's no more room..."
Jimin quiets down as Yoongi sits up, his legs still taking up most of the space
on the couch. "Nah I don't have anything to do. I just had to make up an excuse
to come and take a nap without being rude. As for your seating arrangement,"
Yoongi pats his lap, "You can sit here." He winks, his tongue slipping out
slightly to wet his lips.
Jimin makes a strangled noise and Yoongi lets out a breathy laugh. "Kidding.
Jeesh kid, you're so gullible."
He lays back down, curling his knees to leave just enough space for Jimin to
sit down. "The TV control is there," Yoongi says, pointing towards the coffee
table. You can watch whatever cartoons kids your age are into these days. Just
don't delve so far into the channels. I'm pretty sure Jin bought those porno
channels."
Jimin looked like he was about to retort in relation to being called a kid but
snapped his mouth shut and looked at Yoongi nervously.
"Just wake me up before you think your mom will get here. I want to seem
responsible." And with that his eyes flutter shut.
Jimin picks up the control and wonders silently as he flips through the
channels; What in the world was porno?
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