The Done Deal

Chapter 1

A/N: I know Jimin isn't bad at studies, but this was needed to go with the plot.

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Jimin dragged his feet inside the school building, heading straight to his locker. The hallways were crowded as always.

"Something wrong?" said just a familiar voice before an arm was slung around Jimin's shoulders. Jimin glanced at Taehyung, but kept walking. Their next class was going to start in ten minutes and it wasn't one he could be late for.

"Nothing." he shrugged it off.

"Bullshit. Spill." His friend's dark brown eyes were fixed on him curiously. Years of friendship tend to make you really readable to the other person, it brings down your walls.

Jimin shrugged. "I'm broke. And on top of that, they're going to terminate my scholarship if I don't improve my grades in three classes." 

Taehyung frowned. "I thought you already talked to Hwang and Songs and explained your situation."

Sighing, Jimin raked a hand through his hair. "Yeah. But there's also ClassicalMusic."

Taehyung grimaced. "Professor Min."

"Yep," Jimin said miserably. He sighed again as he thought how he found out about his bad luck last night.

Flashback

Mrs. Boo was going to kill him. Jimin glanced at his watch and grimaced. It was one in the morning already; he had promised Mrs. Boo he wouldn't come home later than midnight. Bracing himself, he opened the door as quietly as he could. Sarang was a light sleeper. Jimin closed the door, wincing when it creaked. Dammit.

"Mr. Park?" Mrs. Boo said, rubbing her eyes and sitting up on the couch.

Jimin glanced at the twins, but they didn't seem to have woken up. Their babysitter was frowning deeply, an unhappy look on her face. "I'm sorry," Jimin said before she could say anything. "I'm really, really sorry. It won't happen again, I swear. I couldn't get back sooner. It was a slow night, and I didn't get a lot of tips. I didn't have enough money to pay you for this week, so I ended up staying until I did."

Mrs. Boo's lips pursed. She sighed. "Mr. Par-Jimin. I understand your situation—it's the only reason I'm still here—but you must understand mine, as well. I have a family, too, but I spend up to fifteen hours a day here, looking after two energetic four-year-olds. You don't pay me enough for that."

"I'll find another job," Jimin said quickly, trying to squash down the panic rising in his chest. "I'll find a better job and I'll pay you more."

She sighed again, shaking her head. "That's what you said last month, Jimin." She looked at the girls. "I admire your dedication, but it can't go on like that. You're just twenty one. You deserve better. They deserve better, too. Why don't you find them a good family?"

"No," he said, his voice hard. "They already have a family. They have me."

"They barely see you. They ask about you all the time. They miss you."

Jimin looked down at the girls. Sarang and Chae slept curled into each other, their chubby cheeks almost touching. A lump formed in his throat. "I miss them, too." He looked at Mrs. Boo. "Please. I'll find a solution. It really won't happen again." Fishing his wallet out of his back pocket, he gave her all the money he had. "Here, take this."

She shook her head but accepted the money. "Think about what I said, Jimin," she said before taking her purse and leaving. Jimin locked the door and returned to his sisters. He knelt down beside the bed, rested his chin on the mattress, and stared at them. The dim light made their platinum blond hair seem almost golden. They looked like little angels.