My Bully (Yoonmin)

Jimin's POV

I walked inside with my head low. I tried to make as little sound possible as I tried to make my way upstairs.

"Park Jimin. So you did come back." I stood dead in my tracks, frozen. I forced words out of my mouth that had gone dry.

"Y-yes?" I kept my focus where it was and didn't make eye contact.

"Y-you can put your stuff upstairs but after you're done, I'd like to talk to you." I took a moment before answering.

"Okay." I quickly made my way to my room. As soon as the door closed I was able to breathe. My heart was racing. No one could save me now from whatever awaited me when I went downstairs. I put my stuff away and changed into clean, comfortable clothes. Before leaving my room I considered packing a bag just in case I did have to leave, I could quickly. But I'm sure Yoongi would have something for the time being I could use. I figured it would just cause problems if my mom were to see it. I slowly trudged down the stairs keeping my gaze low to the ground all the way till I got to the living room, where my mom was.

"H-hi." I barely squeak out.

"Jimin, h-hello. U-uh sit down." I sit on the chair somewhat in front of her that is not connected to the couch she is sitting on. "Jimin, first I wanted to apologize for hitting you." I keep my eyes focused on the floor. "It was not the way I should have expressed my feelings. Since you were at your last school I had suspected that you were a homosexual." Each time she said 'homosexual' I had to resist rolling my eyes. "I just didn't want it to be true. When you told me you liked that boy, I just couldn't handle it. My nightmares had become reality." I finally look up at my mother. Her hair is more disheveled than normal and she looks like she had been crying.

"Mom, you are making it sound worse than it is. I'm happy, I finally have someone who not only I care about but who cares about me. The fact that they happen to be the same gender as me shouldn't matter." My mom still looks distressed.

"Aren't you afraid of being bullied or hurt? What about what others think?" I chuckle in my head. Usually parents should be telling their kids not to care what other people think.

"Funny thing, that boy Yoongi, he is...uh, well respected at my school. No one really messes with him or anyone he is friends with." She looks at me for a second with confusion.

"Jimin, is he in a gang?" I laugh out loud.

"No mom. He just, had a past that made people not want to mess with him. He is the sweetest person once you get to know him." She looks down at the ground.

"I don't know about that Jimin. I still don't know how I feel about you being a homosexual." I almost rolled my eyes.

"Mom, I'm still the same person I was. I still do well in school, I'm still shy and kind, you just know something new about me now. I actually didn't know about my sexuality until this year. I just thought there was something wrong with me until now." There is a moment of silence between us. "What if he came over for dinner so you could meet him?" My mom goes tense.

"Are you sure that's a good idea Jimin?" The truth was, I'm really not sure. I'm putting my faith in Namjoon's advice. It made sense.

"Yes. You might feel a little better about the whole situation if you met him." She shrugs.

"I'm not sure having another homosexual in this house is such a good idea." I want to slap myself.

"Mom, please stop saying that. Just because we like the same gender doesn't mean we are any less of people or are carrying a virus. We are normal people." She rolls her eyes. She doesn't see me glare towards her.

"Fine, you can bring him over." I get up and run upstairs to text Yoongi.

Jiminie: Things went...okay? She said you can come over for dinner. If you'd like that is.

Yoongi: Of course Jiminie. I'd love too. I'll be there in an hour. Does that sound fine?

Jiminie: Absolutely. Can't wait. It's getting uncomfortable here.

Yoongi: Hang in there. I be there soon.

I call down to my mom.

"He said he will be here in an hour." There was a pause before she spoke with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"Okay." I take a shower and get dressed in less pajama like clothes. I decide on some cotton black shorts and a blue V-neck shirt. I head downstairs and wait in the living room while my mom makes dinner. I hear a knock at the door.

"That's him." I say to my mom as I pass the enter ends to the kitchen. I open the door to see Yoongi uncomfortably standing there. He is wearing blue jean shorts that were a bit longer than usual shorts, and a black quarter sleeved shirt. He is holding a muted blue, colored bag. He seemed to see me eyeing the bag.

"I thought I'd bring a small gift for your mom." I smile and open the door wider to let him in. He walks inside. "It smells good in here." I chuckle. It's pretty obvious how nervous he is, he is blushing a bit and rambling. I motion him to follow me into the living room. I really hope this all goes smoothly.