✦6 | Park Jimin has lost his arrogant mind✦

                                    

                                          
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Suddenly, a sweat drop from the side of his forehead is menacingly trickling down. Oh, he can feel the zizzle sizzle it's leaving behind. Slowly the salty drop has now reached near to his jaw, and by just another turn of foot, it seeped into his neckline.
Jimin exhaled a quiet breath as he closed his eyes to stay focused, it's been few long hours for him, just standing and feeling this...
Ew!
the feel of this sweat!
As moments turned to deafening milliseconds, Jimin wished he could just dust this pathetic dance practice into the thin tiniest particles of atmospheric pressure, but Sir, no!
Not when someone is watching.
His each blink of eye. And every inhale of breath.
This person is in-fact no doubt about it, legally strict with him, regardless of what he does. Actually, anything that goes wrong, with his existence anywhere near it, it'll definitely be Jimin's fault.
This person has the audacity to use their authority with him in all matters of his walking life, and worst of it all is, Jimin can't fight against their authoritarian personality either, if perhaps on just grounds.
Justice will always be with this person, till however long he breaths.
Though regardless of all the arguments, he doesn't mind it, but then again there is just one thing Jimin desperately wishes to know.
What did he do wrong this time- to be dealt this way!
"Jimin! Watch your step!"
And there it is again...
Jimin being awfully annoyed, opened his eyes pouting at the person- his dark brownish curled hair, striking young skin texture, and attired in her fashionable wear, mother.
However, if speculated by Jimin's eyes, she's looking anywhere near beautiful, she's so angry.
B-but! I didn't do anything to deserve this fiery!
Frowning up, and pout high on lips, Jimin took his stubborn right step back, that he just now noticed was actually right over his mother's heeled foot. "Sorry, mother", he replied. "seriously, it wasn't on purpose!", he added looking away from the glare she was giving.
Jimin's mother, Park Ji-ae sighed a breath, "Awww? I'm sure it wasn't", the elder responded equally incensed as she tightened her grip around Jimin's waist, earning a grimace from her son.
"hey! That's uncalled for!", Jimin grumbled, eyeing back at her.
The mother only pressed a smile, "and it'll continue if you don't do it like I told!", she stated, now making them both part ways, with one hand of both clasped, other arms spread out before rolling back into eachother's grip again.
This same turn has gone on for awhile and Jimin did awkwardly stumble his feet while opening his other arm like he's Columbus pointing to his father.
Oh, yes. His father is also present. Here, inside this room.
A really melodically silent, vacant and elegant- ballroom.
The furniture is quite common, there are windows on all walls connected up to the ceiling and little inches aboveground. Bright red curtains with single long golden strip on the side of each curtain, are hung upon the windows. There's a small orchestral group of five people standing on one corner, the main lead is a girl, who's playing a violin about fifteen steps from this family.