Dirty Dancing with a Goddess

Chapter 6

DISSBATCH: BTS Jimin and Jin spotted leaving a bar uptown. Click to read more...

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Feetlicker: is this forreal? 

Rm_railmepls : so he ditched a live to go clubbing, wow really shows just how much he cares for his fans 

Uwuphobia: do yall ever stop and think like your idols have lives outside of their job ya know 

Jiminlover888: I can't believe he did this! this is so utterly unforgiveable, so many of us were waiting for his live

Potaetoes: uhm so anyways, are we not gonna talk abt how fine Jin looks in tht pic-

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Jimins phone has been pinging hourly since his friend dumped him onto my lap and my sanity is dancing on a fine line right about now. Eye twitching as I stare at the wretched device on the table out of reach.

He slept so soundly, softly breathing with such a tranquil face while my legs cramped beneath him.

...humans are so high maintenance.

His phone buzzes again, singing this time, something like 'never gonna give you up,'

The litte ducking is walking across Jimins chest, seemingly very happy with it's new home environment, in the time Jimin was gone I've sort of managed to potty train the little guy to go on the rules Jimin drew up instead of on the floor.

All was well.

Until it pooped on Jimins neck.

Slimy, brownish-green sludge just rolling down his Adams apple.

Picking up our duckling, I shove him off before the slimy sludge touches my dress because, priorities.

Duck poop smells and is very hard to get out of clothes as I have unpleasantly learnt yesterday night. Bunching up the material of my dress I slide away from his head as he falls with a soft thud.

A second later, a long fatigued groan drags out of his chest, like an 80 year old grandpa. Using his hands to steady himself, as he sits up, bleary eyes now on me.

"Morning?"

"...eugh." He groans yet again.

He rubs his eyes, as the rest of him wakes up, the slimy duck poop still on him, and he notices somethings wrong. A hand swiping across his neck, surprised at the wetness.

"Uh, you might not wanna-"

He stares incredulously at his coated fingers before sniffing it.

Jimins soul leaves his body.

That surely wakes him up, speaking more and more, his voice raspy but clearly panicked as he looks at the sludge on his hand, swiping off more from his neck.

"Once again buddy, I don't know what you're saying but uhm ...I can empathise."

I give him a thumbs up for encouragement and stay as far away from his hands as the couch would let.

He sniffs it once more, gagging twice as hard. As if he expected the smell would change?

After the duck poop fiasco he's now showered and in new clothes. He emerges from the room across the hall, towel around his neck as he dries up the damp red locks.

He pauses, eyes doing a one over before rushing down the hall into a separate room. Emerging again with a bundle of clothes and a towel.

Striding up he plops it down onto my lap, then holding up his phone screen for me to read.