Park Jimin - 8

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BING BONG!!!

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Arriving to Jimins house I am not surprised to see the huge mansion that sits before me. I assumed they all were rich, I mean they're fudging models for crying out loud.

I knock on the door a couple times and wait for an answer.

"Y/n, come in." Jimins smiles stepping to side creating enough room for me to walk in.

"Nice place." I compliment looking around at the expensive looking decor.

"Thanks, kitchens right this way. Foods almost done."

I follow him into a nice sized kitchen. "Smells delicious, what is it?"

"Ramen." He blushes a bit. "It's kind of the only thing I can cook." I smile at him trying not to laugh.

I'm not making fun of him it's just so cute that it makes it funny.

"Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Water is fine."

He grabs a glass filling it up with cold water then sitting it in front of me. "Thank you."

"How was your morning?"

"Well, I actually woke up two hours ago, so my afternoon was pretty ok. Got off on a rough start though but I feel better now." My headache is gone after I took the medicine that was on my desk.

He laughs lightly, going over to stove and putting the ramen into two separate bowls.

"Yeah, you were pretty wild last night. Nothing too major though."

"Glad to know."

We talk a bit as we eat our food. Even though it was a simple meal it doesn't take away from the fact that it was absolutely delicious.

"That was great." I say chugging down the rest of my water. Jimin shrugs, "Let's go out, I'll show you a bit more around Seoul downtown."

"Alright."

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"That is so cool!" I exclaim watching the street performer create beautiful art. I pull out my phone snapping a quick picture.

"It's relaxing coming down here." Jimin says from beside me as we both watch in awe at the artist. "It really is, although things have been fine for me so far, I really needed this."

"I come down here often, mostly when it's busy. It's nice seeing people so talented."

I nod in agreement. There were a lot of people out today. Some watching the street performers and others chatting it up with their friends while eating.

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"This is so good." I currently have a mouthful of the corndog Jimin got from one of the venders claiming that I desperately needed to try it.

"I know right." He says eating his as well.

The flavors are melting on my tongue!

(A/N: I'm sorry y'all I had to 🤣)

"There's plenty of more stuff that you have to try here." Jimin says. "I know, good thing I am the one for food always." He laughs, "Not just food but places as well."

"Where do you recommend?"

"Busan."

"Busan? Why there?"

"It's where I was born." He gives me an eye smile. "Really? Wow, I've heard of Busan but obviously never been. What about your family, are they here in Seoul as well?"

He shakes his head, "No, I came here for business opportunities when I was sixteen."

"Why sixteen? What type of business did you have in mind of doing?"

"Singing. And dance as well." "You can sing?"

He shrugs, "I like to think I can. You don't question if I can dance?"

"No, I mean you honestly look like a dancer. The singing part just caught me off guard." He laughs, "I guess I'll take that."

"So what happened?"

"What do you mean?" "Why didn't you decide to go for singing and dancing, why'd you choose modeling?"

"I didn't actually, it was a second option, I have my own dance studio where I teach classes sometimes."

"Jimin?"

I look over seeing two male police officers.

"Hoseok, Yoongi!" He greets as he stands and hugs them. "I didn't expect to see you guys down here." "We're on a lunch break."

"How have you guys been? Anything on that case you're working?"

The blonde hair cop shakes his head, "No leads as of now. It's sad though his wife comes by the station nearly everyday for a check up on information. It gets really depressing every time we have to tell her that we still don't know."

Jimin shakes his head turning his attention to me. "Oh, guys this is Y/n, she just moved here from LA."

The dark haired cops smiles at me and I swear I saw the sunlight. "My apologies, nice to meet you I'm Hoseok."

"Yoongi." The blonde haired one said giving me a slight nod. "Nice to meet you guys."

"We'll leave you guys to it. We should be heading back now anyways." Hoseok says as Jimin nods. "I'll talk with you guys later."

They walk away and Jimin sits back down at the table.

"You are friends with cops?" I raise my brow.

"Yeah, we've known each other for a while actually."

"What were you guys talking about with the whole case thingy?"

I'll admit I am a bit nosy but I can't help it. I love true crime documentaries and ish.

"I shouldn't say, it's classified information they aren't even supposed to be telling me."

"Oh come on please, it's not like I'll tell anyone." I say pouting my lip and he caves. "Alright but don't even tell them that I told you." I scrunch my face, "Jimin I barely even know them how could I?"

"Whatever, but they're working on a missing persons case as of now. And a bunch of stray cats have been turning up dead."

I gasp, who would do such a thing to a poor animal?!

"That's awful!" Jimin nods in agreement. "They're trying to figure it out but with no leads they don't even know where to start. I'm sure they'll figure it out though."

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Back at Jimins house we sit in the living room watching a movie.

I honestly enjoyed today with him. Even though I've just met him it feels like I've known him forever.

"Why would he do that!" Jimin exclaims at the television grabbing his head in frustration. I laugh at his actions. "Because he loves her, clearly I mean if he chose not to leave her the stepmother would've killed her!"

"No, I would've never left the girl I love."

"She would've died if he stayed!"

"Then I would've simply killed the stepmom, boom problem solved and I live happily ever after."

I laugh again and we continue the show.

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A/N sorry this chapter all over the place but yeahhhhh...YOONGI & HOSEOK POLICEMEN?!?!?! aRrEsT mEh🤪

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