chapter twenty one (part three)

                                    

                                          
I raise an eyebrow. I really need to see who her boyfriend is.
                          
Mom smiles awkwardly, still feeling uneasy from jimin's cold behavior. "I told them to cook your favorites...lasagna and mac and cheese, right?"
                          
Jimin nods with a faint smile. "I'm not so picky anymore but thanks."
                          
Dad grins at him. "blonde is a good color on you." jimin's smile is more real this time. "I was thinking of changing it actually..." Eunha is looking at his hair dreamily, hands under her chin; mom doesn't let her dye her hair crazy colors...only brown and black. "no! it's so good...but if you want to, I think silver would look reaaaally good!"
                          
Jimin chuckles at her enthusiasm. "I'll go for it then." Uncle Youngjae smiles, seeming in thought. "how have you been? I mostly mean where since you surprised me with that info earlier."
                          
Jimin's face is expressionless and dark. "I've been living with a friend for the past years...and if you wanna know about Daehyun, you can contact Belmarsh prison in London...more interesting info awaits you."
                          
Shock is written on everyone's face. "what?! Why is he in prison?"
                          
I can't take it anymore. "because he's a fu..." jimin cuts me off with pleading eyes. "we don't know the details!" I blink slowly and get the message, ashamed of my outburst.
                          
Mom's soft voice breaks the silence. "I think daehyun can wait for a few more hours...we didn't care enough to call him before this so nothing's changed."
                          
Dad clears his voice. "let's start eating...I don't think hoseok..." jin's cheerful voice interrupts him. "we're home! DID YOU START WITHOUT US?!"
                          
Uncle Youngjae glares at a breathless jin. "sit down!"
                          
Hobi comes behind him, busy with his phone. "hi everyone! Sorry we're late...princess jin wouldn't let me speed more than 20."
                          
Eunha giggles and jin makes a face at him.
                          
Everything goes rather smooth from then since jin is eating lasagna and moaning, getting disgusted looks from everyone.
                          
At least until...
                          
"finally back together, you two?" aunt hyujin's eyes could kill now...
                          
Jimin gulps and looks at me. he told me he wanted to tell everyone the truth and I'm gonna let him decide how much of it. he clears his throat, playing with the alfredo pasta in his plate. "we weren't together back then and my son isn't yoongi's." he says it all in one breath and silence fall upon us again. Tonight is full of surprises for them, huh?
                          
Aunt hyujin is shaking, her eyes twitching. "is this a new game you're playing to destroy everything?!"
                          
Jimin frowns but doesn't look up, gripping my hand under the table. "it was yoongi's choice to take responsibility and I went along with it cause I was scared of what would happen to my ex if he found out."
                          
Uncle Youngjae seems so lost. "jimin!"
                          
Aunt hyujin's eyes are full of tears and anger. "I wish you've never been born! It should've been my sister sitting at the table tonight, not you!"
                          
Jin protest. "auntie! Don't say things like that! Even if Yoongi didn't accept the baby as his, that wedding was a circus and you know it!"
                          
Uncle Youngjae slams his hand on the table, glaring at jin. "nobody asked for this nonsense you're babbling! Go to your room!"
                          
Jin scoffs, standing up, but his shining eyes give away his hurt. "I know you didn't ask for me at all! And fuck you! I'm not a kid anymore!"
                          
Eunha gasps, shrinking in her seat. Jimin is shaking, pleadingly looking at aunt hyujin. "I wish I was never born every day too! you're not the only one! But Yoongi lying about my baby was the only reason you let me keep him! I wasn't gonna let you kill me and my baby for your reputation! I'm sorry I messed up everything but I can't do anything about it now! Please stop...hating me so much!"
                          
He's crying now, wiping his face harshly. I squeeze his hand, noticing mom's eyes on our hands; my heart drops in my chest.
                          
***
                          
Dad did disaster management, separating everyone to calm down. that's why me and jimin are now in jin's room, watching him binge watch game of thrones...again, while wearing a dinosaur onesie joon got him for his birthday. 
                          
I whisper in yoongi's ear. "I think he likes watching Daenerys burn everything cause he wishes it was him." he chuckles, amused eyes locked on jin. "I think that's why he likes cooking...playing with fire you know." I giggle and it pisses jin off. "what are you baboons on? Get the fuck out of my room!" 
                          
Yoongi rolls his eyes. "trust me we don't wanna be here neither."
                          
He huffs and holds the sloth cushion he got himself tighter. I feel bad for the way they treat him just because he doesn't want to live the way they are asking him too. he notices my eyes, full of pity, on him and smiles bitterly. "you know what the worst part is?" I shake my head cautiously. "if I leave here to live on my own, I'll lose her too."
                          
It takes us a few seconds to find out what he means. Yoongi shrugs. "that's what you get for being rich as fuck." I glare at his insensitivity. "why would you say that?!"
                          
Jin nods at him. "you're right...I guess I've had it much better than you, haven't I? at least compared to before you came here..."
                          
Yoongi tenses and starts a staring battle with a bitter jin who's willing to pour his anger anywhere he can at the moment, not caring about other's feelings.
                          
I try to reduce the tension. "we're all a little tense now, let's not say something we'll regret la..."
                          
Yoongi cuts me off, his eyes burning with anger, throwing fire at jin. "if you went through half of what I did, you would've lost your fucking mind, not that it functions well even now! Mommy's boy!"
                          
Jin's furious now, standing up and coming towards Yoongi who get up as well. "aren't you projecting on me?! last I remember you were the pathetic one licking my aunt's foot to glance your way!"
                          
Yoongi's hyperventilating, holding his chest. It seems like he's talking but nothing comes out but wheezing. Jin's face falls, the anger and bitterness leaving it, and he panics. "wha..."
                          
I shove him out of the way, helping Yoongi to sit down on the bed. He's pale and sweating, his chest moving rapidly. I yell at jin while desperate and scared tears fill my eyes. "get out!"
                          
Jin hesitates for a second but then runs with tears streaming down his face. 
                          
I hug Yoongi, rubbing his back. "shhh...it's alright! He's gone. You're ok." I whisper, kissing his head repeatedly. His breathing slows down after minutes and he deflates in my arms, half-conscious. I help him lie down with me while I wipe his sweaty face with a tissue. His eyes are empty but calm and he snuggles to my side, hiding his face in my chest, fisting my sweater. "sorry..."
                          
I barely hear his voice. "what for? He was rude...well so were you but I'm biased so..." he laughs weakly, getting closer to me while I caress his side, and falls asleep in a few minutes.
                          
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