Listen.

That's all that he could do. He couldn't disagree no matter how badly he wanted to. He couldn't tell him how wrong he was. He just had to sit there and listen as if the words that slipped from the man's mouth didn't make him want to ball himself up in a corner.

"It's just horrible," The man shook his head, "his kind shouldn't be mixed with us." His kind. "It's just disgusting. Not only him but his son! They need to kick him out of that school before he spreads his gayness to all our children. They shouldn't have had him if they knew they'd be spreading that abomination of a genetic."

Jimin's head was bowed as he heard the word spew from his father's mouth. His sole focus was the dinner in front of him not daring to make eye contact with either of the people sitting at the table. "It's not his fault he was born with the genetic." His mother responded, observing her son's demeanor. He was tense from the moment the older man began to speak.

"Yes, but he chose to be gay! That's just wrong!" He scoffs in disgust almost slamming his fork against the plate. "If that was my son I would have disowned him."

Jimin could feel his hands shake. "Thankfully he is not and we have a perfect one." He felt the heavy hand of his father pat his back. The blonde smiled at his father forcefully.

"So Jimin anyone special we should be meeting?" His mother said taking the opportunity to change the subject.

Jimin only tensed more. He wanted to smack himself when the first name to flash in his mind was a certain brunette male. Stupid. He shouldn't even be thinking of him. He's a guy. He means nothing to him. He's just using him for a bit of fun. That's all. Nothing more.

He means nothing to me. He is nothing. He means nothing to me. He's just super cute and amazing. But he means nothing to me. It was almost like a mantra he had to remind himself. Yet every now and then a thought that shouldn't be there pops up.

"Oh. That silence is telling me there is someone." His mother said leaning forward intrigued to know someone had caught her son's attention.

"Nope." Jimin shook his head. "I'm focusing on school and soccer," he mumbled taking a spoonful of food into his mouth.

"There's no need to lie to us son. Whoever she is we'd love for you to bring her around." Mr.Park said.

"I'm not lying." He insisted. "There are no girls in my life right now," It was the honest truth. He'll be honest and say at first when Yoongi and he began to hook up he was still sleeping with girls but as the friends with benefits relationship progressed he didn't feel the need or the desire to sleep with anyone else. Yoongi was enough for him.

His mother just gave him a look telling him she didn't believe him. He didn't even care.

"Maybe you should get a girlfriend." his father said.

Jimin just furrowed his eyebrows. "Why?"

His dad turned to him with a stern look. "One of my colleagues saw you at the movies with the gay kid's best friend. He said you two looked way too close. I don't want people getting the wrong ideas."

His heart dropped. How could anyone have ever seen them. He was positive no one would. They literally drove an hour and a half to avoid anyone seeing. "W-what?" He glanced over at his mother. She was looking at her husband since she had not known this information. Jimin had told them he went to a party and stayed at Namjoon's. It was half true seeing as he did stay at Namjoon's that night just the boy didn't know he was there. "We were just hanging out. Friends hang out."

"Now I know you were not doing anything with this boy but we can't have anyone thinking otherwise. Maybe you shouldn't hang out with this boy at all." Jimin had to stop himself from rolling his eyes.

"We're just friends," he said slowly, "That's all." He quickly got up putting his plate in the sink. Before he walked fully out of the kitchen he turned to his dad. "And I'm not getting a girlfriend just because some guy at our work is assuming things."

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"I should have never told you that." Jimin groaned covering his face. Yoongi continued to laugh. The sound unwillingly making Jimin's inside feel all warm.

"I-I just don't get it. How do you even set fire to a-" he wheezed clutching his stomach.

The blonde threw himself over the boy. "Stop laughing at me," he whined.

"Get off me you fatass," Yoongi said trying to shove him off. Jimin shook his head throwing his legs on either side of him and laying his entire torso on top of the brunette's. His head comfortably tucked into Yoongi's neck.

The brunette smiled wrapping his arms around the boy instead of trying to throw him off as he had been before. "You're so cuddly."

Jimin snorts "don't make it weird."

Yoongi rolled his eyes squeezing him tighter. "But you are! You're like a teddy bear" he states factually. He could feel Jimin tighten his grip as well even he was groaning in complaint.

"That was a really gay thing to say."

"Sorry, my bad. I forgot to say no homo." The brunette said rolling his eyes as patting the teen's butt. He moved his hand up to hook his fingers in the belt loop.

"That's better." Jimin softly laughs. He wished that this felt wrong. Laying like this with a boy. He should feel disgusted like how he was raised to feel about anything that was remotely homo but that's not how he actually felt.

He felt warm and protected.

"Are you sleeping over?" Yoongi asked.

Jimin slightly tensed sitting up. He was straddling the brunette. He was biting his lip as he worked on removing all the creases on Yoongi's shirt. "If I do can we actually just sleep? I don't feel like having sex tonight."

The brunette raised his eyebrows. "Oh?"

"I-I mean if that's okay. I kind of just want to spend time with you." the awkwardness was clear in his voice. Yes, they have spent time together without having sex. They were doing that quite often lately but they didn't spend a night in the others house otherwise since what would they do? Cuddle? That was too coupley for Jimin comfort but for whatever reason, that's all Jimin wanted to do tonight.

Yoongi smiled at him, tugging the front of his shirt so he would lean down enough so he could plant his lips on the others. "I love spending time with you," he whispered.

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 Firstly sorry this chapter sucks. I'm not trying to rush the plot too much but I probably will soon. Secondly, I'm sorry for the lack of update last week. College really has me by the throat right now. I literally have 3 essays, 2 quizzes I have to study for, and one group project I have to work on all due around the same time. I've been so stressed but today I found the time to sit down and write so again sorry if this sucks. 

Please comment and let me know what you think and what you hope to see from this book.

Also for those who have ignored the tags and me mentioning Mpreg. Warning this is an Mpreg so don't get startled when that happens.