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Jimin's Mom's POV(Current time)

'Man I feel so bad for that poor boy' I sigh. Thinking about how difficult that boy has it makes me want to cry. His parents shouldn't fight around him regardless of the stress, he doesn't deserve to hear that.

As I put away the now dry dishes I hear a knock on the door so I go over to the window and see the neighbors at my doorstep. When I open the door I am shocked at how worried they look.

"Hi, my name is Mary, I was wondering if you've seen my son?" The woman says, her voice shaking.

"He's the one with the mint hair right?" I smile gesturing to my head. Mary nods and I welcome them aswell as invite them in.

"He's upstairs with my son Jimin, I think they're watching a movie." We go ustairs and the first door on the right is his room. I open the door to see the credits rolling and it's quiet.

"Awwww!😊" Mary squeaks in a fan girl like way. On the bed cuddled together are Jimin and Yoongi fast asleep. After smiling for a couple minutes Mary and I cover them with a blanket and slowly close the door.

"Let's go downstairs, I have lemonade." As we descend the stairs I feel tension rising as if they have something to get off their chest. They sit on the couch and I bring out a tray with three glasses and a jug of lemonade. 'I guess it's up to me to break the ice.'"I know you two have something to get off your chest, you can confide in me, I may be able to help." I smile at them and place my hand on Mary's giving it a light reassuring squeeze."Jerrold and I have moved a lot since Yoongi was born almost once a year. We move so much that he's become anti social because he doesn't want to make friends he wont see again. He has become so depressed and doesn't talk to us anymore" Mary cries.

"We were originally going to settle down here but there's a better position for me over seas for next year. I want to provide we'll for my family" Jerrold sighs.

"Are you well with finances now?" I ask.

"Yes, we even have extra just in case the car breaks down or Yoongi needs new clothes" Mary sniffles.

"Well I think you should wait and consider whether you actually need the money, or if Yoongi's happiness is more important."

"You're right, I just worry about his health, he hasn't been sleeping lately so I'm concerned."

"If he ever feels stressed he is always welcome here, I think he'll confied in Jimin more than anyone" I smile.

"They seem to have clicked quite fast, I hope they get along" Mary frowns.

"Jimin is very sweet and caring, what's more is that he's patient and won't pressure Yoongi into anything, I couldn't have asked for a better son."

Yoongi's POV (5 hours later aka 2:30pm)

I woke up and have a pain on my ear and weight on my head. When I look up I see Jimin sleeping soundly, though as I sit up his head falls into my lap. Slowly I move him to lay down and lay beside him just staring.His eyes are like crescent moons with long beautiful lashes that flutter every couple seconds. His lips are small and light pink but plump as well, he is perfect and the light makes his fair skin glow.

"You are so beautiful" I smile. Jimin smiles in his sleep and snuggles up against my body laying his head in the crook of my neck. I freeze desperately trying to keep him asleep until he mumbles.

"Cold" he groans. I cover him and hug him tightly.His warmth spreads across me and I feel a calm I haven't felt in a very long time. Then suddenly I'm being stared at by Jimin. Startled I jump back and fall off the bed.

"Are you alight?" Jimin asks poking his head over the side of the bed.

"Yeah, you startled me" I laugh getting off the floor. Outside the door thumping can be heard then suddenly the bedroom door burst open and in comes Jimin's Mom and my parents.

"We heard a loud bang! Is everything alright?!" My mom asks. I turn and sit on the bed with my back facing them not responding.

"I startled him and he fell off the bed is all, he's okay" Jimin giggles.I turn a little to better hear Jimin's laugh, it sounds like angels singing. Such a pure and gorgeous sound.

"Well okay, though Yoongi let's go back home we have a lot of unpacking to do" my mother smiles. I clench my fists as rage boils inside me and I can no longer hold back my tears.