- namgi
- age gap
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namjoon gripped his finance's trembling hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “i'm here, whatever they say can't hurt you.”
the teenager sighed, bringing his hand to knock on his parent's door. a pair of friendly faces greeted them. “hey sweetie, what's wrong?” yoongi's mother looked confused.
“nothing,..I just...” he trailed off, seeing his father walk into view.
“we're getting married.” their faces were shocked, almost frozen. the older male stepped into view. “hi.” he waved, still holding yoongi's hand.
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“you're doing what!?” yoongi's father boomed through the house, making yoongi flinch. “i know this is sudden and everything—”
“you're damn right! what is happening?? why didn't you tell us!” his mother screamed, not as loud as his father. namjoon leaned on the door, intertwining his hand with yoongi's underneath the table.
“look, I know i'm probably the last person that you want to hear from right now but, don't blame yoongi, I... proposed and didn't have a plan.” namjoon spoke up, getting death glares from the two.
“yoongi, you are not getting married at fifteen!!” the pale boy gasped, clutching his finance's hand even tighter. “w-what! you can't do that!”
“yes I can, and I will!” yoongi's mother launched for his arm, the younger dodging just in time, flying into namjoon's arms. the woman looked in the spot where her son was, as if she had just seen a ghost.
“min yoongi, get away from him now.” his father's face darkened, poison seeping into every word.
“no! i love him.”
“oh please, you don't even know what love is yet!” the statement made a crack in his heart. “i-i do, you obviously don't understand. i'm staying with him.”
“yoongi, stop with the bullshit!” his mother grabbed yoongi's arm, slipping away from namjoon's loving embrace. he tried to squirm away but her grip was unbreakable.
“no, nam–”
“you, stay away from my son!” his father was shaking with rage, trying to contain himself but failing miserably. “do we, understand each other!?” he yelled in namjoon's face, the other male closing his eyes, wiping a tear away. “i said, DO WE UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER!!”
“n-namjoon. joonie no...” yoongi stopped fighting, letting tears coat his face, namjoon hate to see the love of his life this broken, but he had to.
namjoon nodded slightly without making eye contact with the older man, walking out the door.
“n-nanjoon!” he weakly fell to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably. “yoongi, we had to—” the woman gently rubbed her son's shoulder, but he slapped it away and stood up.
“DON'T TOUCH ME! h-he didn't hurt me at all! you hurt me! I hate you!” he ran up the stairs, slamming his door behind him.
• t w o m o n t h s l a t e r •
yoongi had stayed in his room for a long time, texting his friends and hardly eating or sleeping. his older brother, jungkook knocked on the door of his room several times, still not hearing anything but sobbing and choked up ‘go away's’.
he looked at some pictures of the two, especially the one where his best friend, seokjin, took the picture of when namjoon proposed and yoongi getting all choked up.
they shared a deep kiss under the moonlight, a moment stored in their minds, a time that they would never forget.
some people would say that their relationship was a sin, but that didn't matter. yoongi loved namjoon, and that was final. he was fifteen, yes. and namjoon was about twenty three. that's unimportant to them.
his usually bright and soft brown eyes were dulled from tears, finally stepping out of his room.
yoongi put his earbuds in his phone, putting on young by the chainsmokers, turning it up to full volume.
he thought of his lover again, bringing a fresh wave of tears down the teenager's face. his dimpled smile and his comforting voice, random snuggles and kisses.
oh how he ached to cradled against the older's warm chest.
“yoongi.” yoongi heard his father's voice, not turning around. “yoongi, look at me.” he rolled his eyes, giving him a dirty look.
“what do you want?” he deadpanned.
“i'm...me and your mother have thought about this for a while and,...we're gonna let you continue the marriage.” yoongi swore he almost dropped his phone. “r-really?”
“yeah, i'm that i—” his son wrapped him in a tight embrace. “thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!”
“you're welcome, just...stay safe for me, ok?” they shared one last hug before the teenager dialed his finance's number.
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a/n; adorable ♥️
