Yoongi POV:

As soon as Jimin walked inside he kicked his shoes off by the door. I did the same out of respect. Following him into the living room, we were met with a tall man. He was clearly his father, but bore very little resemblance.

Jimin had a soft oval face with big eyes and pretty pouty lips, along with a button nose to emphasis the other features. While his father had a more sharp square face with harsh eyes and thin lips that sagged at the corners. His eyes were not big, but rather small. The wrinkles at the ends and underneath made them appear more sunken in and even smaller. Perhaps it was just age that separated them so or perhaps Jimin's beauty was all his mothers gift to him. If the first is true then maybe Mr Park didn't model a cruel look naturally. It could just be his police uniform that set me uneasy. The job was surely to create a permanent poker face that with age would ruin even the nicest of faces.

"A friend?" his father asked, perking up. His lips turned upwards, but the wrinkles at the end contradicted. It was clear he was smiling to greet me, but it almost looked like a frown.

"Mm nope! A stalker" Jimin giggled as he looked at me, and I chuckled as well. However, seeing the puzzled look his Mr Park wore caused my smile to wither away instantly.

"O-oh no. Um hello Mr Park. I'm Min Yoongi- er I'm not a stalker by the way" I picked at the skin around my thumb nervously.

He gave me a once over before nodding, the welcoming expression he tried fronting appearing back on his face. Turning his head, he gave Jimin a once over, but his eyes stopped at the purple fabric hanging from his sons waist. A subtle tsk escaped his lips.

"Jimin.. What did I tell you about wearing skirts?"

The giant smile I was so glad to see had melted into a frown. Lips becoming something like how his fathers looked naturally. His gaze dropped to his feet. My heart sank as I watched the bright and happy him disappear.

"i-i think-" I began, gaining his fathers attention quickly. " I think wearing a skirts fine. He looks nice anyways" I defended, hoping his father wouldnt make me leave.

Nervously, I scratched behind my ear and looked off to the side to avoid his hawk stare. Waiting for him to go off on a religious monologue, only to hear him speak calmly.

"Oh, it is, but not when its shorter than his fingertips" he reassured. I smiled sheepishly. "Jimin, its my only rule for you, please follow it"

This changed my entire perspective of Mr Park. His overall cruel aura was misleading. I judged him too quickly. Just the same way everyone seems to judge Jimin too quickly, but I understand now.

"o-oh right. Ok." I stuttered out, embarrassed by my quick judgement.

With a reassuring smile, Mr Park patted my back and turned to grab his jacket from off the end of the stairs railing.

"Come on. My dad has to head to work soon anyways" Jimin said, tugging on my sleeve as he walked up a step.

I nodded, following him up the stairs and to his room. As soon as he opened the door a fruity smell was let out into the hallway.

The room was small. Nothing more than a bed, dresser, and makeup table occupied it. His bedding was pink with strawberry designs scattered across it. Makeup, lotions, perfume, and haircare laid out perfectly on the counter meant for it. A white lamp with tassels dangling from the shade stood ontop of his dresser. The walls were plastered with decals of quotes and designs. The wall his bed was pressed against was covered with posters of shinee's Lee Taemin and EXO's Park Chanyeol. I wont even question the lipstick stain on one of the pictures of Taemin.

He cleared his throat, causing me to tear my gaze from my surroundings and focus on him. My lips curled into a smile as I looked at him. It was hard not to smile when looking at him. It was almost embarrassing that I couldnt refrain from doing so. He was just too pretty.

"Um- your dads nice" I spoke.

He shook his head in agreement. Pulling me with him towards the bed, we both sat incredibly close to each other. Attached at the hip and neither planning to move away.

"yeah. He really is. Hes misunderstood sometimes though." he looked down and muttered what sounded like 'i guess that runs in the family'  under his breath. My smile dropped, but only for a moment before forcing it back.

"i understand" I touched his knee, but only to comfort him.

I misunderstood Mr Park at first, but I see who he really is now. It was wrong of me to label him by first glance as cruel then to misinterpret what he said. There are no excuses. Judgement is both a curse and a blessing. Sadly, it tends to be more of a negative thing with people. I hope to judge less. I try to, but clearly not hard enough. However, in some cases judgement is good. Example being Jung Hoseok. He's a nice kid, I'm sure, but he's got a sour heart and a bad eye for what's good and what's not. I wish that boy that was head over heels for him the best of luck with Hoseok. Maybe he'll be the cure for his poor perception.

"so.. howd you like your first day?" Jimin asked, knocking shoulders with mw as he did.

"it was pretty good"

"any reason in particular?" he leaned onto me even more so than before, giggling in hopes that my day was made by him. It was.

"Yeah" I smiled as Jimin pulled me closer to him. However, I had to look up to avoid his gaze. Staring at the stars stickers he had spread across the entirety of his ceiling. It was in great effort to hide my blush from him.

"and?" he nudged me wanting so badly for me to carry on with an explanation.

"Well this cute guy caught my attention. People talk shit about him, but i dont really care. I think hed be a good friend'

"he thinks youd be a good friend as well" he spoke in a whisper. He closed his eyes and smiled, but more for himself than for me. It made my heart feel like it was on fire as it plummeted.

This is how I knew that I was Park Jimin's first and only friend.