31ㅣPark Jimin

                                    

                                          
peach12436 remember when I wrote this for you? I'm still going to mention you because this was For You. 
                          
I knock on the door. It's not the richest house but it's a common two story house with a lot of gnomes in the front yard. Who needs that many gnomes anyway? 
                          
I hear light footsteps from the other side of the door. "Coming!"
                          
After a minute the door opens. "Annyeonghesaeyo Noona," Jimin smiles. 
                          
"Annyeong PJ," I solute with a peace sign. 
                          
Jimin's eyes widen. "Shh! Don't call me that. Is there anyone with you?" He puts a finger to his lips. 
                          
I grin. "We're in the clear". 
                          
He sighs in relief. "Neh. Come in," he widens the door, stepping to the side. 
                          
Without delay, I quickly enter this home. Jimin immediately closes the door behind me. "So why did you come here?"
                          
I fall on the couch sighing. "To get away from all the drama. My supposed father came back". 
                          
Gasping, his eyes widen once again. "Holy shit! How did he know you moved here?"
                          
I turn on my stomach, resting my head on my arms. "I honestly don't know. Yoongi Oppa told him off though. Everyone was so surprised at his boldness. I was in shock as well". 
                          
Jimin sits in front of me. "Only a few have seen that side of him. Your father sucks ass. Literally". 
                          
I chuckle then continue to sigh. "And mother also returned not a moment after he left". 
                          
"Oh my god! That's not terrible!" 
                          
I roll over again on my back, resting my head on Jimin's lap. "Deh. It was so unpleasant. She even said that she never pictured the day I would've made actual friends". 
                          
Jimin instinctively strokes his fingers through my hair. "That's terrible and very uncalled for". 
                          
I close my eyes frowning. "She even had the audacity to call Hobi Oppa my boy toy". 
                          
Jimin almost stands up but remembers I'm on his lap. "That little... I swear, your mother can take things too far". 
                          
"I know right," halfheartedly laughing. I fold my arms. "Because of her negativity and derogatory remarks, I snapped back". 
                          
Jimin stops his hand. "No you didn't". 
                          
"Oh I did". 
                          
"Are you okay, noona?" 
                          
I cover my eyes with my arm. "Deh. But what really got me was when nobody stopped me from leaving. Even Oppa didn't stop me. My own Oppa, Kimi. I'm just confused right now and need a moment". 
                          
Jimin takes my off my face. I open my eyes to see worry on his. "I can't believe you snapped. That's never happened in years". 
                          
I drop my arm to the side. "Exactly. I was surprised too. I still am". 
                          
"Do you want anything to eat?" He suggests to divert the conversation. Which I am completely grateful for.