Our Tiny(?) Family {Yoonmin} ✅️

놀란 사람 -72

Surprise Person

Yoongi went to drop the boys off with his car, license or not. He was feeling better. He played with his son and apologized to Namjoon.

All day he has had this feelings that he was being followed. He was worried and scared. He arrived to work and parked his car. He got off and went inside the bar. Of course, not a lot of people come in the morning, but some come for soda or something.

He got ready and sat there. On a stool, ready to take anyone's orders.

He was there for about an hour, so being the savage king he is, he decided to go on his phone and scroll through Instagram. Of course, looking at photos of Jimin. The old magazines that Jimin used to be on, the ones before the family created.

Someone entered so Yoongi placed his phone down. "Hey, sir. What would you like?"

"Yoongi, I need to speak to you." The voice... Daesung!

"It's been 2 years..." Yoongi instinctively stepped back in fear.

"Yoongi, I am not here to harm you, alright?" Daesung reassured.

"Have you been following me?" Yoongi asked.

"Yes. Yes, I wanted to know when was the right time to come to talk to you." Daesung said.

"A-about...?" Shit, he stuttered. He just hates himself more now.

"Well, your wedding. When will it take place?" Daeung said and it caught Yoongi off guard.

"Re-really?" Yoongi was in shock but close to happy tears.

"Yes, I am being real. Dad asked me to come ask you." Daesung says and reached out to ruffle his hair though the table stood between them.

Yoongi leaned towards the touch and looked at Daesung. "You guys are not lying... Right...?"

"No. No." Daesung shook his head. "I came to Busan to ask you. Dad and I are living in Daegu."

Yoongi looked at him. "Well, Jimin’s parents and family kind of accepts us. They said they would like to come to our wedding. So they planned on having on around September 13 when I asked Jimin out, a month before his birthday."

"That’s in a week!" Daesung exclaimed.

Yoongi nods. "We have the invitations out and all. Would you actually want one...?"

Daesung nods. "And for dad too."

Yoongi stared at him, still in shock. "Are you... Are you actually Daesung? Do you have a fever?" He put a hand on his forehead.

Daesung gently grabbed his wrist, to not scare him. "No, brother. I am Daesung. And I don't have a fever."

Yoongi flinched slightly at the hand on his wrist, but it was not a tight grip so he eased a litte. "After my work I could get you one... Where do you want to meet up so I could give it to you?"

"Outside this bar." Daesung said. "Two, remember."

"Ok... See you... Later." Yoongi says as he watches Daesung. He could not believe it. Daesung and his dad actually want to go to his wedding? Is he dreaming?

He looked like a happy high school girl after her crush complimented her for looking like his nasty, rusty plastic water bottle.

Of course, later that day more people came in. More orders and coning then going. But, after all that mess, he came out and saw Daesung, waiting. He was smoking though.

"You... You smoke...?" Yoongi walked over to him.

"Ya. I always have." Daesung blew smoke away from Yoongi. "Now, go home and come back with the invitations."

Yoongi nods and turned on his car before backing up and driving back home.

When he got there, the apartment smelled like food. So good. He was attacked by 5 little monkeys jumping onto him.

"Oh! My babies!" Yoongi kneeled and embraced the 5, who clung back.

They all told him how their day at school went and blah, blah, blah.

Then, he remembered why he came.

"Oh! Sweetie! I need the wedding invitations!" Yoongi spoke as he went to Jimin while the boys played with Brownie.

"I got you. They're in the box under our bed!" Jimin says, not turning to him as he was serving the food.

"Alright! Thanks, Chim!" Yoongi went to their shared bedroom and looked through the box before finding the wedding invitations. Wow, 15 left. He took 2 of them and walked back to the kitchen.

"Oh? Why did you need 2 for?" Jimin asked ad he finally looked up at him.

"Babe, Daesung-"

Jimin gasped. "Daeung and your dad-"

"Let me explain." Yoongi softly spoke and took Jimin’s hands into his. "He asked when our wedding will be. My dad and him really want to go. So he kindly asked for invitations."

Jimin slightly teared up in happiness. "We are finally getting some love and support from our famillies."

"Yes, we are." Yoongi softly smiled. "I will come back in a few. I gotta be a quick delivery boy." He pecked his lips.

"Bye, my handsome delivery boy." Jimin smiled.

Yoongi smiled and left the house. He decided to walk to the bar. He got there and Daesung was there, not smoking. "Here, I got them."

"Aw, thanks, dude." Daesung said ad he took the invitations. "Woah, baby blue color, huh?"

"Ya. Jimin choose it." Yoongi chuckled. "We had an argument about this some months ago. I wanted white but baby blue beat it."

"You're smitten." Daesung chuckled as he watches how Yoongi spoke about Jimin.

"Nah." Yoongi shook his head with a shy gummy smile. "He is just... Like... The love of my life... And... I love him."

Daesung chuckled and ruffled his hair. "He has you wrapped around your finger. Hey, I will see you in a week, ok? Imma go see my wife."

"Wife...? You're married?" Yoongi asked in shock and surprise.

"Ya. We got married 4 years ago. Bye." Daesung walked away and left Yoongi dumbfounded.