Part 5
the park boy
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“You know you really should be more like that Park boy, Namjoon,” the words familiar, the feeling still burrowing into Namjoon like the sound of nails to a chalkboard. He just nodded, what else could he do, his parents seemed to be obsessed with Park Jimin. Joon was always in a state of confusion, unsure what more he could do...what more was there to do. He was better than Jimin in literally everything, but why not in the eyes of his parents. He burned inside with animosity.
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“I realize that you probably aren’t ever going to pick up and I get that, but I would really like the opportunity to explain. I know I blew it, I accept that, but I just...I don’t know I need to clear up shit with you...please call me back babygirl. I promise, just 5 minutes, that’s all I ask.”
He left another voicemail for you. He was now up to five, which was five more than he had ever left anyone before, but the guilt with you felt like it was eating him alive. He was in a constant state of anxiety, not able to shake the feeling, unable to process why he cared so much...why you were different. Why he couldn’t forget you. Why he still wanted you. Why he knew it was his fault...he needed to make it right.
“Bro, she isn’t going to call you back. You gotta let that shit go, especially because we have to get this fucking job done like now!” Yoongi tried to shake him back into being the Jimin he knew. The Jimin he understood, the Jimin that didn’t need anyone but himself...he had never seen Jimin like this before. “Yeah, I know...but I have to try. Fucking Namjoon, man, what the fuck! I’m done with all of that mess. I don’t know why I still hang out with all of you. I’m so fucking done with this shit...so fucking done,” Jimin continued to work, carrying one pile of materials to another pile...his life felt like one mundane scene after another, until you. You made life exciting, fun, something outside of the same shit.
“I know I just called, I just...I just wanted to tell you that I love you, I won’t ever love anyone else like I’ve loved you. I’ve never done a lot of the shit that I’ve done with you...for you. Please babygirl, just five minutes. I promise, we can meet in public...well like real real public, I won’t try anything. This isn’t the sex. That’s what is freaking me the fuck out, but it’s not the sex, just please, please call me. Please let me explain,” another message, now it’s six, six calls more than any other person.
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“Fuck you, bro!” Jimin stated, the moment he saw Namjoon. He knew he would probably be there, but he stopped caring, so he didn’t give a fuck. “Oh, come on Jiminie...don’t be a dick,” Joon smiled, his dimple like an exclamation point on his heightened level of asshole. Jimin walked by Joon and joined Seokjin and Taehyung at the bar. “Jiminie, wow, nice to see you bro...it’s been a while, where’ve you been?” Seokjin asked. Taehyung had been on a phone call and once he hung up he joined in, “Jiminah! How long has it been? Namjoonhyung said that you and Vix broke up? What happened? I thought you were really into her.” Jimin rolled his eyes, “yeah, until Namjoon was literally in her.”
“What? What do you mean?” Taehyung asked, confused. Tae, Seokjin and Namjoon were the white collared men of the bunch. Taehyung was always on his phone, always setting up a meeting, or meeting a client so even though he was around...he was never really around. Seokjin looked at Taehyung with a stern eye, the closest to Namjoon, he knew the whole story and tried to get Taehyung to drop the whole thing. “Oh, you haven’t heard? I’m sure Seokjinnie here has, right hyung?” Jimin asked, patting Seokjin on the back. “Yeah, I heard a few things,” Seokjin took an extra long sip of his soju.
“And you haven’t filled Taehyungie in?” Jimin stated sarcastically. “Hey, who needs another drink?” Namjoon leaned over the three of them at the bar as he called the waitress over, “...hey beautiful, can I get another of these and then another round for my friends here...whatever they want, put it on my tab.” The waitress smiled and made eye contact with each of the guys, asking if they wanted the same thing. When she looked at Jimin, he nodded and held up his hand to wave the free drink off, “I’m good. But can you start a tab for me on this?” He handed her his credit card and looked around for Yoongi, Hoseok, Jungkook, or anyone he knew. “Oh come on Jiminie, you know you don’t have to pay for your drinks around us...we’ve got it,” the amount of patronization that fell out of Namjoon’s mouth was at an ultimate high and Jimin stood up from the bar stool he was on, needing to be the fuck away from it all.
He sent a quick text to Yoongi.
[Jimin]: Where the fuck are you? I thought you said you were coming
[Jimin]: I’m fucking out if you aren’t here in 5, this mother fucker…
[Jimin]: I can’t take this shit anymore
[Yoongi]: Bro, we just parked, relax
[Yoongi]: You know he is always as asshole, just ignore him
“Hey handsome,” the pretty girl that had been staring at him across the bar placed her hand on his shoulder. “Sup?” he looked her over and made an instant ‘fuckable’ determination. “You look like you might want some company,” she stated and shifted her gaze down to the chair next to him. “It’s all yours, beautiful!” at that moment she could have been the worst person in the world, he didn’t care, all he needed was some pussy to fuck away his frustrations. “Ooh, handsome and sweet,” she smiled as she ran her hand through his hair. “Yup, and I’m a fucking excellent fuck too!” he smirked, seeing how easy she would be. “Oh? Yeah? Maybe you can show me later?” she licked her lips and moved her hand onto his thigh. He shook his head and thought, so easy I can probably fuck her here and leave with someone else. “Yeah, why wait, no time like the present right?” he moved her hand from his thigh to over his dick, getting harder by the second. “Well fuck at least buy me a drink first?” she laughed.
He chuckled and pushed her hand away, “only in the market for a quick fuck right now baby, no drinks. You in...let’s go, you out...deuces.” “Damn, fuck you asshole,” her jaw dropped and she slid out of the seat. Thirsty bitch, find someone else to buy you drinks, he thought as he watched her prey on some other horny and desperate dick. He laughed and shook his head, “all the fucking same”. “Jiminah!” he turned as soon as he heard Yoongi’s voice, feeling Yoongi slap his back. “Fuck, about time,” he sighed and held his hand up for the waitress, “...round of beers for my friends here, please.” She smiled, a flirtatious look falling over her face. He could tell she was hoping to be his pussy of choice to take home that night. He smiled, keeping his options open. “Where are they?” Yoongi asked, scanning the bar for Seokjin, Taehyung, and Namjoon.
Jimin didn’t even look up, he just nodded in their general direction, and Yoongi turned to walk over, “I’m gonna go see what’s up, be right back.” “Laters!” Jimin stated, annoyed, still pondering why he was friends with any of them. “Are you still mad, baby?” he heard her voice before he saw her, the blood within him immediately boiling. “Don’t even let me see your face, bitch. Your new dick is over there...the fuck you think you’re doing,” he fumed, using the remaining pieces of calm he could not to lose his shit. “Oh, come on, Jimin, baby,” she placed her hand on his shoulder, “...I’ve got a wet pussy here that can make things better...you know, you want to feel deep inside me, slamming into me...teaching me a lesson. Teach me a lesson baby.”
He cracked his neck to the right, then the left, and remained looking forward. The shreds of being collected, now gone as he placed his hand on her hand and yanked it off of him, “Vix, you conniving cheating slut, get the fuck away from me now. I don’t want to hear your voice, see your face, or feel you near me again. Get the fuck AWAY FROM ME!” His voice temporarily paused the entire bar, everyone quickly directing their attention to his reaction and the woman next to him that couldn’t jump into a hole to hide fast enough. “Bro,” Yoongi stated, having run back over to Jimin when he saw that Vix had tried more of her shit. “I’m fucking done,” Jimin snapped, “this fucking bullshit...FUCKING DONE!”
He stood up, fuming past Yoongi, not even noticing the puddle that Vix had turned into on the man two seats from where Jimin was...ever the narcissist, already on to her next mark. “Outside, dickhead,” Jimin pushed Namjoon the moment he reached him. “Whoa, whoa, Jiminah...no need to be frustrated. I didn’t know that our little fuckbuddy would be here tonight. I mean I did bang her earlier, but she said she was staying in tonight,” he laughed out loud. His uncanny ability to enrage Jimin ringing supreme. He couldn’t wait until they were outside, swinging as hard as he could connecting directly onto Namjoon’s jaw. “Fuuuuuck!” Jungkook called out, as Yoongi grabbed onto Jimin and pulled him out of the bar. Seokjin and Taehyung tended to Namjoon, whose anger was now overflowing, pouring over his body as he rushed outside behind Jimin and Yoongi.
“Fucking, cheap shot. You are so beneath me, beneath fucking all of us,” Namjoon called out after Jimin, who Yoongi was trying to push into his truck. Jimin pushed past Yoongi, and the look on Jimin’s face told Yoongi that nothing was going to stop what had been brewing for years between them. “Fucking beneath YOU? You? You’ve fucking had everything all these fucking years...and even still, you have to take from me, why? Me beneath you,” Jimin laughed as he ran off the words, phrases, sounds of anger and resentment he had built up over the years, “if I’m so beneath you...why the fuck do you constantly have a hard on for everything having to do with me, huh?”
All seven of them, standing around wondering what all of this would mean, wondering what had actually been happening all this time...all these years. They had grown up together, at one point so close they often talked about being brothers...but the rivalry between Namjoon and Jimin always simmered right underneath. As if a dormant volcano, coming to life, ready to explode. The first eruption caused the first split between the seven of them...the split that would constantly be there.
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“You know the only reason that you are even in this group is because my mom made me be friends with you. She felt so sorry for the sweet little poor boy, with the fucked up mom, who had no friends,” Namjoon yelled out, drawing attention to the center of the school courtyard. “Fucking fine. I don’t give a fuck if I’m in this stupid ass group or not, you just hate that I don’t walk around and kiss your ass like the rest of them. I’m fucking over it,” Jimin stated, as if unbothered by Namjoon’s accusation. As Jimin walked by him, Namjoon pushed him, causing Jimin to trip. He caught himself before he fell and laughed, “you are so fucking jealous of me. And why Namjoon? You literally have everything...why are you so fucking concerned with what I do or say. Fucking pathetic.” He flipped him off before turning around and walking away. “That’s what I thought, walk away, just like your dad did to your mom,” Namjoon dealt the final blow.
Jimin stopped. Everyone looked at him, all collectively holding their breath, wondering what he was going to do. He turned his head to the side and cracked it, considered clotheslining him, but instead...held up his hand and flipped him off once more before walking away. “Yeah, fuck you too, bro!” Namjoon called out, the embarrassment of being silently dealt with just another reason why he loathed Park Jimin.
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“Damn, are you guys always gonna be like this?” Hoseok asked, a few weeks after the fight at the bar, “I’m sorry Jiminah, but Vix was a fucking hoe...you should be glad that you found out now before you got any deeper.” Jimin looked at him, shaking his head, in disbelief that once again king Namjoon got a pass. “And would you be saying that if he had been fucking your girl?” Jimin asked, his voice heavy with contempt. “Fucking, of course not, Namjoon...that was beyond fucked up man. If you thought she was a hoe, then you should have just told him. That was low and stupid as fuck...and that punch was more than warranted,” Hoseok explained, as if he had a chalkboard to which he had been keeping score between them.
“Look, Jiminah,” Namjoon began, “...it was fucked of me to do that. I hadn’t planned on that, for real. I was already feeling her and when I knew it was you she was with I was like...I wonder how far this bitch will go. And when you got there, I’m not gonna lie, my dick was rock hard and I was drunk and horny...I said some shit, that was fucking stupid. I did some shit that was fucked up. Come on, we’ve been friends for too long to be fighting like this over some dumb bitch.” “But, that’s the thing Namjoon, have we?” Jimin pondered aloud, “you’ve done fucked up shit like this to me, ever since I can remember...and it’s always me? Why me?”
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“You are such a good boy, Jimin. So polite and respectful, your parents must be so proud,” Namjoon’s mom patted Jimin on the head, gushing with how impressed she was. Jimin smiled, bowed and thanked her for dinner. Namjoon had invited him over for dinner, at the insistence of his mom when she dropped him off at school that morning.
“Namjoon, you should invite Jimin over for dinner tonight. Look at his mother, what a disgrace, he must be so embarrassed. She doesn’t even take care of him...did you see how she dropped him off. He is such a nice boy, always offering to help, so respectful. All of the mom’s have talked about how kind he is...and he has such good manners,” his mom continued on. “Mom, he isn’t really one of my friends,” Namjoon pleaded for understanding. “So, that doesn’t mean he can’t ever be. Invite him,” she directed. “But, I don’t ever even talk to him. I don’t want to,” Namjoon whined. “Listen Namjoon, you should learn from him. He has nothing, but a mess of a mother and he is still so good at everything. He is smart, athletic, and he has such a charming personality. If you had his charm and charisma, you might be talked about in my mom’s group like he is. Invite him over, no discussion,” she demanded.
He’d heard it before, but it still hurt just like the first time she said it. “Ok,” Namjoon murmured, knowing he was fighting a losing battle.
“Thank you Mrs. Kim, my mother is proud,” he said, slightly embarrassed. “Oh, yes, and what about your father?” she asked. Jimin bowed his head, looking down, “It’s just my mother and I, ma’am.” “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know. Well, you tell your mother that she has done such a great job with raising you and you are invited over to our home anytime you want, ok,” she smiled and waved goodbye as Jimin walked home.
“You need to invite him into your group. Everything they say is true. You need to be around this boy, much more,” Namjoon’s mom decided before closing the door and calling her close girlfriends. Namjoon’s stomach turned as he heard his mom gush over the ‘Park boy’, cementing the permanence of his disdain for Jimin.
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“I realize that you probably aren’t ever going to pick up and I get that, but I would really like the opportunity to explain. I know I blew it, I accept that, but I just...I don’t know I need to clear up shit with you...please call me back babygirl. I promise, just 5 minutes, that’s all I ask.”
He left another voicemail for you. He was now up to five, which was five more than he had ever left anyone before, but the guilt with you felt like it was eating him alive. He was in a constant state of anxiety, not able to shake the feeling, unable to process why he cared so much...why you were different. Why he couldn’t forget you. Why he still wanted you. Why he knew it was his fault...he needed to make it right.
“Bro, she isn’t going to call you back. You gotta let that shit go, especially because we have to get this fucking job done like now!” Yoongi tried to shake him back into being the Jimin he knew. The Jimin he understood, the Jimin that didn’t need anyone but himself...he had never seen Jimin like this before. “Yeah, I know...but I have to try. Fucking Namjoon, man, what the fuck! I’m done with all of that mess. I don’t know why I still hang out with all of you. I’m so fucking done with this shit...so fucking done,” Jimin continued to work, carrying one pile of materials to another pile...his life felt like one mundane scene after another, until you. You made life exciting, fun, something outside of the same shit.
“I know I just called, I just...I just wanted to tell you that I love you, I won’t ever love anyone else like I’ve loved you. I’ve never done a lot of the shit that I’ve done with you...for you. Please babygirl, just five minutes. I promise, we can meet in public...well like real real public, I won’t try anything. This isn’t the sex. That’s what is freaking me the fuck out, but it’s not the sex, just please, please call me. Please let me explain,” another message, now it’s six, six calls more than any other person.
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“Fuck you, bro!” Jimin stated, the moment he saw Namjoon. He knew he would probably be there, but he stopped caring, so he didn’t give a fuck. “Oh, come on Jiminie...don’t be a dick,” Joon smiled, his dimple like an exclamation point on his heightened level of asshole. Jimin walked by Joon and joined Seokjin and Taehyung at the bar. “Jiminie, wow, nice to see you bro...it’s been a while, where’ve you been?” Seokjin asked. Taehyung had been on a phone call and once he hung up he joined in, “Jiminah! How long has it been? Namjoonhyung said that you and Vix broke up? What happened? I thought you were really into her.” Jimin rolled his eyes, “yeah, until Namjoon was literally in her.”
“What? What do you mean?” Taehyung asked, confused. Tae, Seokjin and Namjoon were the white collared men of the bunch. Taehyung was always on his phone, always setting up a meeting, or meeting a client so even though he was around...he was never really around. Seokjin looked at Taehyung with a stern eye, the closest to Namjoon, he knew the whole story and tried to get Taehyung to drop the whole thing. “Oh, you haven’t heard? I’m sure Seokjinnie here has, right hyung?” Jimin asked, patting Seokjin on the back. “Yeah, I heard a few things,” Seokjin took an extra long sip of his soju.
“And you haven’t filled Taehyungie in?” Jimin stated sarcastically. “Hey, who needs another drink?” Namjoon leaned over the three of them at the bar as he called the waitress over, “...hey beautiful, can I get another of these and then another round for my friends here...whatever they want, put it on my tab.” The waitress smiled and made eye contact with each of the guys, asking if they wanted the same thing. When she looked at Jimin, he nodded and held up his hand to wave the free drink off, “I’m good. But can you start a tab for me on this?” He handed her his credit card and looked around for Yoongi, Hoseok, Jungkook, or anyone he knew. “Oh come on Jiminie, you know you don’t have to pay for your drinks around us...we’ve got it,” the amount of patronization that fell out of Namjoon’s mouth was at an ultimate high and Jimin stood up from the bar stool he was on, needing to be the fuck away from it all.
He sent a quick text to Yoongi.
[Jimin]: Where the fuck are you? I thought you said you were coming
[Jimin]: I’m fucking out if you aren’t here in 5, this mother fucker…
[Jimin]: I can’t take this shit anymore
[Yoongi]: Bro, we just parked, relax
[Yoongi]: You know he is always as asshole, just ignore him
“Hey handsome,” the pretty girl that had been staring at him across the bar placed her hand on his shoulder. “Sup?” he looked her over and made an instant ‘fuckable’ determination. “You look like you might want some company,” she stated and shifted her gaze down to the chair next to him. “It’s all yours, beautiful!” at that moment she could have been the worst person in the world, he didn’t care, all he needed was some pussy to fuck away his frustrations. “Ooh, handsome and sweet,” she smiled as she ran her hand through his hair. “Yup, and I’m a fucking excellent fuck too!” he smirked, seeing how easy she would be. “Oh? Yeah? Maybe you can show me later?” she licked her lips and moved her hand onto his thigh. He shook his head and thought, so easy I can probably fuck her here and leave with someone else. “Yeah, why wait, no time like the present right?” he moved her hand from his thigh to over his dick, getting harder by the second. “Well fuck at least buy me a drink first?” she laughed.
He chuckled and pushed her hand away, “only in the market for a quick fuck right now baby, no drinks. You in...let’s go, you out...deuces.” “Damn, fuck you asshole,” her jaw dropped and she slid out of the seat. Thirsty bitch, find someone else to buy you drinks, he thought as he watched her prey on some other horny and desperate dick. He laughed and shook his head, “all the fucking same”. “Jiminah!” he turned as soon as he heard Yoongi’s voice, feeling Yoongi slap his back. “Fuck, about time,” he sighed and held his hand up for the waitress, “...round of beers for my friends here, please.” She smiled, a flirtatious look falling over her face. He could tell she was hoping to be his pussy of choice to take home that night. He smiled, keeping his options open. “Where are they?” Yoongi asked, scanning the bar for Seokjin, Taehyung, and Namjoon.
Jimin didn’t even look up, he just nodded in their general direction, and Yoongi turned to walk over, “I’m gonna go see what’s up, be right back.” “Laters!” Jimin stated, annoyed, still pondering why he was friends with any of them. “Are you still mad, baby?” he heard her voice before he saw her, the blood within him immediately boiling. “Don’t even let me see your face, bitch. Your new dick is over there...the fuck you think you’re doing,” he fumed, using the remaining pieces of calm he could not to lose his shit. “Oh, come on, Jimin, baby,” she placed her hand on his shoulder, “...I’ve got a wet pussy here that can make things better...you know, you want to feel deep inside me, slamming into me...teaching me a lesson. Teach me a lesson baby.”
He cracked his neck to the right, then the left, and remained looking forward. The shreds of being collected, now gone as he placed his hand on her hand and yanked it off of him, “Vix, you conniving cheating slut, get the fuck away from me now. I don’t want to hear your voice, see your face, or feel you near me again. Get the fuck AWAY FROM ME!” His voice temporarily paused the entire bar, everyone quickly directing their attention to his reaction and the woman next to him that couldn’t jump into a hole to hide fast enough. “Bro,” Yoongi stated, having run back over to Jimin when he saw that Vix had tried more of her shit. “I’m fucking done,” Jimin snapped, “this fucking bullshit...FUCKING DONE!”
He stood up, fuming past Yoongi, not even noticing the puddle that Vix had turned into on the man two seats from where Jimin was...ever the narcissist, already on to her next mark. “Outside, dickhead,” Jimin pushed Namjoon the moment he reached him. “Whoa, whoa, Jiminah...no need to be frustrated. I didn’t know that our little fuckbuddy would be here tonight. I mean I did bang her earlier, but she said she was staying in tonight,” he laughed out loud. His uncanny ability to enrage Jimin ringing supreme. He couldn’t wait until they were outside, swinging as hard as he could connecting directly onto Namjoon’s jaw. “Fuuuuuck!” Jungkook called out, as Yoongi grabbed onto Jimin and pulled him out of the bar. Seokjin and Taehyung tended to Namjoon, whose anger was now overflowing, pouring over his body as he rushed outside behind Jimin and Yoongi.
“Fucking, cheap shot. You are so beneath me, beneath fucking all of us,” Namjoon called out after Jimin, who Yoongi was trying to push into his truck. Jimin pushed past Yoongi, and the look on Jimin’s face told Yoongi that nothing was going to stop what had been brewing for years between them. “Fucking beneath YOU? You? You’ve fucking had everything all these fucking years...and even still, you have to take from me, why? Me beneath you,” Jimin laughed as he ran off the words, phrases, sounds of anger and resentment he had built up over the years, “if I’m so beneath you...why the fuck do you constantly have a hard on for everything having to do with me, huh?”
All seven of them, standing around wondering what all of this would mean, wondering what had actually been happening all this time...all these years. They had grown up together, at one point so close they often talked about being brothers...but the rivalry between Namjoon and Jimin always simmered right underneath. As if a dormant volcano, coming to life, ready to explode. The first eruption caused the first split between the seven of them...the split that would constantly be there.
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“You know the only reason that you are even in this group is because my mom made me be friends with you. She felt so sorry for the sweet little poor boy, with the fucked up mom, who had no friends,” Namjoon yelled out, drawing attention to the center of the school courtyard. “Fucking fine. I don’t give a fuck if I’m in this stupid ass group or not, you just hate that I don’t walk around and kiss your ass like the rest of them. I’m fucking over it,” Jimin stated, as if unbothered by Namjoon’s accusation. As Jimin walked by him, Namjoon pushed him, causing Jimin to trip. He caught himself before he fell and laughed, “you are so fucking jealous of me. And why Namjoon? You literally have everything...why are you so fucking concerned with what I do or say. Fucking pathetic.” He flipped him off before turning around and walking away. “That’s what I thought, walk away, just like your dad did to your mom,” Namjoon dealt the final blow.
Jimin stopped. Everyone looked at him, all collectively holding their breath, wondering what he was going to do. He turned his head to the side and cracked it, considered clotheslining him, but instead...held up his hand and flipped him off once more before walking away. “Yeah, fuck you too, bro!” Namjoon called out, the embarrassment of being silently dealt with just another reason why he loathed Park Jimin.
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“Damn, are you guys always gonna be like this?” Hoseok asked, a few weeks after the fight at the bar, “I’m sorry Jiminah, but Vix was a fucking hoe...you should be glad that you found out now before you got any deeper.” Jimin looked at him, shaking his head, in disbelief that once again king Namjoon got a pass. “And would you be saying that if he had been fucking your girl?” Jimin asked, his voice heavy with contempt. “Fucking, of course not, Namjoon...that was beyond fucked up man. If you thought she was a hoe, then you should have just told him. That was low and stupid as fuck...and that punch was more than warranted,” Hoseok explained, as if he had a chalkboard to which he had been keeping score between them.
“Look, Jiminah,” Namjoon began, “...it was fucked of me to do that. I hadn’t planned on that, for real. I was already feeling her and when I knew it was you she was with I was like...I wonder how far this bitch will go. And when you got there, I’m not gonna lie, my dick was rock hard and I was drunk and horny...I said some shit, that was fucking stupid. I did some shit that was fucked up. Come on, we’ve been friends for too long to be fighting like this over some dumb bitch.” “But, that’s the thing Namjoon, have we?” Jimin pondered aloud, “you’ve done fucked up shit like this to me, ever since I can remember...and it’s always me? Why me?”
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“You are such a good boy, Jimin. So polite and respectful, your parents must be so proud,” Namjoon’s mom patted Jimin on the head, gushing with how impressed she was. Jimin smiled, bowed and thanked her for dinner. Namjoon had invited him over for dinner, at the insistence of his mom when she dropped him off at school that morning.
“Namjoon, you should invite Jimin over for dinner tonight. Look at his mother, what a disgrace, he must be so embarrassed. She doesn’t even take care of him...did you see how she dropped him off. He is such a nice boy, always offering to help, so respectful. All of the mom’s have talked about how kind he is...and he has such good manners,” his mom continued on. “Mom, he isn’t really one of my friends,” Namjoon pleaded for understanding. “So, that doesn’t mean he can’t ever be. Invite him,” she directed. “But, I don’t ever even talk to him. I don’t want to,” Namjoon whined. “Listen Namjoon, you should learn from him. He has nothing, but a mess of a mother and he is still so good at everything. He is smart, athletic, and he has such a charming personality. If you had his charm and charisma, you might be talked about in my mom’s group like he is. Invite him over, no discussion,” she demanded.
He’d heard it before, but it still hurt just like the first time she said it. “Ok,” Namjoon murmured, knowing he was fighting a losing battle.
“Thank you Mrs. Kim, my mother is proud,” he said, slightly embarrassed. “Oh, yes, and what about your father?” she asked. Jimin bowed his head, looking down, “It’s just my mother and I, ma’am.” “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know. Well, you tell your mother that she has done such a great job with raising you and you are invited over to our home anytime you want, ok,” she smiled and waved goodbye as Jimin walked home.
“You need to invite him into your group. Everything they say is true. You need to be around this boy, much more,” Namjoon’s mom decided before closing the door and calling her close girlfriends. Namjoon’s stomach turned as he heard his mom gush over the ‘Park boy’, cementing the permanence of his disdain for Jimin.
