"pick it up, go on" she said demandingly, her red nails glistening under the dim lit living room,
"Isn't this your job ?" She scoffs amusingly while running her red nails across her long, shiny and straight jet black hair
he clench his jaw and mum...
Jimin's footsteps echoed in the dimly lit hallway as he unlocked the door to his apartment. The scent of lavender air freshener greeted him, a comforting familiarity after a tiring day at the Valeria hotel. He took off his shoes the plush flowery carpet beneath his feet seemed to absorb the stress of the world outside.
As he stepped inside, the soft glow of a lamp revealed an unexpected sight, an old lady sitting on the couch, her silver hair loosely pinned up, glasses hang on the bridge of her nose, she's wearing a matching cotton duck pajama set. She's cradling a chubby calico cat in her arms, its fur a patchwork of oranges, blacks, and whites. The cat blinked lazily, as if it had been waiting for Jimin's return.
"Grandma?" Jimin's voice held both surprise and concern. His grandmother rarely ventured out, and her presence here was unexpected.
Grandma smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Ah, Jiminie, my dear. You're home." Her voice was gentle, like a lullaby.
"I couldn't resist waiting up for you. You work so hard, you know."
Jimin's worry deepened. "You shouldn't have, Grandma. It's late, and you need your rest." Jimin put his shoes and place it on a shoe rack.
The calico cat stretched, its claws kneading the fabric of his Grandma's pajamas. "Oh, don't fuss over me," she said. "I've been waiting for you. Besides, Whiskers here needed some company."
Jimin glanced at the cat, who regarded him with half-closed eyes. "Whiskers" he chuckled. "Well, I appreciate the company, but you really should-"
"-rest," Grandma finished for him. "Yes, yes. I'll go to bed soon. But first, tell me about your day. Did you meet any interesting guests at the hotel?" she ask enthusiastically.
And just like that, Jimin found himself sitting next to Grandma, recounting tales of demanding guests, extravagant parties, and the occasional mishap, he excluded to share about the young woman in velvet dress, he knows how his grandma will literally be happy at the mention of a woman.
Park Jimin has never been involved romantically with women throughout his 25 years of life. sure, in his teenage life he had a couple of flings here and there but it was always never serious, no commitments.
for him Love was a distraction, a detour from his path to success. He was too driven by his ambitions to ever seek and settle in a mundane companionship, He'd promised his Grandma a comfortable life, and that promise fueled his every step.
Jimin's life revolved around earning money and working extra hard, he was becoming workaholic, he too was aware of it. Now that he got accepted in the most prestigious and well known luxury hotel in the country he feels as if his hard work is starting to flourished, all he thinks about after leaving is the polished marble floors, the tinkling chandeliers, all he thinks about is living a luxurious life, he wants to aim that high, he one time accused his self of being delusional, but that's all he ever dream, to give everything his grandma's desire and wishes, even though his grandma was a simple woman who loves simple things.
His grandmother, a talkative sweet lady with silver hair and twinkling eyes, was his confidante. She'd raised him after his parents' untimely demise, teaching him the value of chasing one's dreams and true love.
Jimin harbored a secret: he had no time for love.
(A short flashback)
"Jimin," his grandma say while stirring her chamomile tea, "you need a girlfriend. Someone to share your dreams with."
But Jimin waved off her concerns, nodding his head vigorously eyes focusing on the screen of his laptop, fingers tapping the keys endlessly whilst reading his due paper works.
"Jimin," she said, "Whiskers needs a friend. And so do you."
He chuckled, but her words lingered. Whiskers became their silent companion, curling up on the windowsill during Jimin's late-night paperwork when he used to be an employee on a marketing establishment, but unfortunately the building he was working suddenly went under bankruptcy he had no choice but to resign, he wasn't earning well and the salary isn't enough to pay their bills,
Grandma pat his head and say, "Love finds a way, my dear."
Jimin scoffed. Love was a luxury he couldn't afford. Yet, as the seasons changed, so did his perspective. Whiskers taught him about companionship the warmth of a purring cat, the comfort of shared silence, and for him that was enough he didn't truly understand how people always associate love in relationship when love exists in different forms.
His Grandma always noticed the playful eye rolling Jimin does every time she mentions the word love or relationship. "Jimin," she said, "life isn't just about work. It's about the moments that steal your breath away."
Jimin just nodded in response not interested in the neverending cycle of love lectures from his grandma he put down his laptop that was rested on his lap on the coffee table and stood up from the couch
"You're right Grandma, Love will find me, when I'm ready, so let's eat dinner now I'm hungry." He said trying to avoid another lecture his grandma smiled and soon joined him as they eat dinner.
(End of short flashback)
Whiskers nestled on his lap, purring contentedly. Jimin forgot about his fatigue; the warmth of companionship and his grandma's comforting presence filled the room.
As the clock ticked past midnight, Jimin finally stood up. "Grandma, I really should let you rest now."
She patted his hand. "You're a good boy, Jimin. Take care of yourself. And tell that handsome manager of yours to give you a break once in a while."
Jimin chuckled. "I'll do my best, Grandma."
He watched her shuffle towards her bedroom, Whiskers trailing behind. As he closed the door, he realized that sometimes, unexpected moments were the most precious. Jimin resolved to check on Grandma more often, to share stories and laughter, even if it meant staying up a little more late.
And as he settled into his own bed, he couldn't help but smile. The Valeria hotel might be luxurious, but the warmth of his whisker's and Grandma's company was priceless.
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His Grandma in my vision 😊
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