JIMIN ONESHOTS IMAGINES

Stranger

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Asking a stranger but he got mad since he is a customer too and it's your first time buying not knowing he is an idol.

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I walked into the convenience store, feeling uneasy about whatever it was my brother wanted me to buy. The truth? I forgot. He kicked me out of the dorm and told me to "touch grass for once." Whatever that means. He even locked the door behind me. Real mature.

Maybe he said to buy milk? Yeah, we're out of milk. That must be it.

He's always complaining I don't go outside enough and that I've completely lost touch with the world, claiming I probably don't even know what season it is. Honestly, he might be right. I've been glued to my gaming setup ever since I landed my streaming job after graduating last year. I make good money just playing video games so no, I don't really go out. Why should I?

"Excuse me, where's the milk?" I asked a random guy nearby. He turned toward me with the slowest glare I'd ever seen. Okay, dramatic much?

I narrowed my eyes right back. "What? I'm a customer too, you know."

He folded his arms, clearly not impressed. Even with a mask covering half his face, he was annoyingly handsome and one inch taller than me, which he acted like was a mile.

"I was just asking a question," I said, rolling my eyes. "Why do you look so... offended?"

He looked me up and down like I was a fly buzzing near his ear. Rude.

"Are you a prince or something? Can people not ask you questions now?" I said sarcastically.

"Young lady," he said in the most condescending tone I've ever heard, "the milk is right in front of you. Please try using your eyes instead of your mouth."

...Excuse me?

"Right. Thanks." I muttered, grabbing the milk. But before he could walk off, I called out again, "Wait—what's the best seller here?"

He turned back slowly, giving me a look that could kill. Was he seriously this bothered?

"Are you underestimating me?" he asked sharply.

"What? Of course not! I was just asking—sir." I replied, extra sweet with a sprinkle of sarcasm.

Then suddenly, I heard whispers nearby.

"Wait, is that Park Jimin?"
"Oh my god, it is!"
"Let's get a picture!"

A small group of girls started buzzing nearby, pulling out their phones. The man, now Park Jimin, apparently lowered his head quickly and adjusted his mask like he was trying to disappear.

I blinked. "Who's Park Jimin?"

He groaned like it physically pained him. "Listen, I don't know you, and you've caused me enough trouble already." He shoved a small card into my hand. "Here. My number and signature. Don't you dare give it to anyone."

"Why... would I need this?" I asked, utterly confused.

"You're treating me to a meal someday," he said bluntly, then sprinted off.

What just happened?

A group of women rushed toward me. "Miss! Did you see a man wearing all black just now?"

I pointed. "Yeah, he went that way."

They ran off without another word. I paid for the milk and stepped outside, looking at the card for a second before tossing it in the trash. I don't even know that guy. And who gives out autographed business cards, anyway?

Later that night, I got curious and Googled "Park Jimin."

Turns out, he's not just a celebrity, he's Park. Freaking. Jimin. From BTS. One of the biggest boyband members in the world.

My jaw dropped.

"Oh no."

I ran outside in my slippers to check the trash.

The card... was gone.

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