Warning ⚠️ This FF is 🔞
"You are mine, Jimin, just mine... no one can take you from me, not even you," whispers Yoongi.
"You are obsessed, Yoongi," Jimin retorts.
"If my love is an obsession to you, I don't care," Yoongi declares.
In a world where...
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JANUARY 2020 (Before Corona)
The warm sunlight made its way through the window, falling on the pink-haired boy's skin through the thin fabric of his curtains that hung above his window. A tiny yawn escaped past his lips as he lazily stretched his body and rubbed his eyes, welcoming the sight of the sunlight that pierced through him. He slowly rose from the bed, tiredness still filling his body. He got up looking here and there, and suddenly, he realised that...
"It's my seventeenth birthday today!" The joy in the pink-haired boy could be seen as he was excited for his own birthday. Jimin smiled widely and immediately looked at the clock. 7:09 am.
"Heck, I'm becoming old... "
He excitedly went inside the bathroom, doing his morning routine. After he was done, he excitedly went downstairs, and a fresh smell of pancakes and toasted bread filled his nose immediately, as the scent of it lingered around the kitchen.
"My birthday boy! Happy seventeenth birthday, Baby" His grandmother, Lulu, welcomed him with a big smile plastered on her face. She went up to him, giving a lot of kisses on his forehead. Jimin laughs.
"Grandma, stop!" He liked it, but he was just teasing his old lady.
His grandma coos at the sight of him. "You are now big. Look at you!" She praised him. She couldn't believe that her one and only grandchild was now growing up to be a fine man. Park Jimin. The seventeen-year-old young man, the oh-so-handsome male that has all the girls and boys die for him. He is cute and hot, and his jawline that could cut your skin in a snap, a face that resembles a Greek god, but at the same time, beautiful, more beautiful than any other woman.
Who wouldn't fall in love with him?
The now seventeen-year-old pink-haired smiled widely at his grandma, showing his eyes, which became like half-moon when he smiled.
"Yeah, I'm a big boy, but I'm still your baby, old lady... " His grandma pouted when he called her old lady...
"So I'm old lady?" His grandmother showed him puppy eyes. "Indeed, you are my grandmother, my pretty lady" he smiled. Jimin has the closest bond with his grandma. He is closer too to his dad. The three of them live in a big house, enough for the three of them to live. He has lived with them ever since his mother died in an accident.
The memories of his mom are faded, he can only remember some of his moments with her before she died. The pink-haired male has had his grandma as his mother figure ever since.
Jimin's father appeared from the main room, a big smile on his face as he held the strawberry cake in front of him. He came up to the two, singing a happy birthday song.
"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you," his father, Jihyun, sings. Jimin ran toward his father and hugged him.
"Thank you, dadaa! Woah," he smiled, looking at his favourite strawberry cake before looking up at both of them.
