Min Yoongi is 19 years old and homeless. The only way to survive is to give the men that pay him what they want. He's been homeless for 2 years - ever since he came out of the closet... Well he was until BTS gang found him...
{BTS gang au polyamory...
(Just a reminder that in this fic Yoongi Is 5'5 and Jimin is 5'9 ~~~ Enjoy and vote and comment if you like it<3!)
Jimin's POV:
I lay on the couch, scrolling aimlessly through my phone. Then I feel a weight on my lap. ''Jimin, I want to bake something!'' Yoongi whines. ''Well we haven't got any ingredients'' ''We can go buy them- pretty please with a cherry on top?'' I shake my head no. He frowns, looking more like an angry kitten than whatever he was going for. He crosses his arms and looks away from me. ''Silent treatment?'' I question. After a couple of minutes of quiet, I break I sigh, ''Fine, go get some shoes on.'' He smiles widely and jumps off me. ''You're carrying me around the store by the way.''
I look to the right of me like i'm on the office.That boy has me wrapped round his little finger and we both know it. He comes back in and throws my shoes at me. I shake my head slightly and slip them on. He pulls me up although i was already getting up. I go to get the keys for one of our cars, a matte grey Lamborghini.
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The drive to the store is filled with Yoongi squealing everytime I turn the corner. Maybe I was driving faster than I should be to impress Yoongi, and maybe I don't care.
I stop the car and everyone stares at us as we get out. I get out and smile innocently at them, Yoongi laughs at me as everyone turns back around. I look at him, wondering if he forgot, but alas I was wrong, He crosses his arms and pouts until I bend down so he can get on my back. He wraps his arms round my neck and his legs rest on my hips. I squat down in order to get a basket and I can feel Yoongi's cheeky smile on my neck. I adjust so that i'm able to carry the basket as well as Yoongi and start walking down the aisle.
Yoongi tells me the ingredients and I let him point them out for me. He flicks me on the back of the head when I can't figure out what he's pointing at. ''Really that?'' I question, hoping for um.. certain reasons that he doesn't mean that. He giggles innocently and I can already the sense the pout forming on his lips. I sigh and bend down, in a weird yoga position to get the item from the bottom shelf, a pack of lollipops.
Eventually, we get all the ingredients. I feel like I've done an entire workout, not because Yoongi's heavy but just from having to pull all manner of weird positions in order to reach the thing off the shelves. I'm pretty sure Yoongi's making me do that just to have payback for me 'ignoring' him, even though he was the one ignoring me but whatever. I would have carried him around anyway but making do almost splits in an aisle of people was definitely not necessary.
I unpack the items onto the checkout and Yoongi gets down off my back. He smiles as he bounce on his heels slightly. He eyes the lollipops and I give him one of them and he giggles and kisses me on the cheek after I tap it wanting a reward for my hard work at gymnastics, I mean shopping.
Some random woman decides it's necessary to comment and coughs faggot, purposefully trying to get a response. I turn round slowly, anger burning in my veins. I open my mouth to respond and curl my hand into a fist but then I feel a hand grab my arm. ''Don't do it Jimin, she's not worth it.'' ''but-'' ''Please?'' I sigh and nod. I shoot her a death glare and she ignores it, a pleased smile on her face. The cashier looks like he's biting his tongue. He scans the items and it looks like he wants to punch a bitch. ''That will be 30,000won please.'' I hand him the money. He puts it in the cash register and waits for the receipt to print, it jams but he tells us it will take a minute to restart. I can see the cogs turning in his head and he looks like he's contemplating something.
