After a long day of moving his things into his new house, Jimin threw himself on the only comfortable thing in the house at that moment, the couch.
"You did a good job Jimin." His mother praised with him returning a very tired smile.
"However." She began causing that smile to drop instantly.
"We still need to set up the house."
A groan was Jimin's response before he ran his hands over his face in frustration and pure exhaustion. He soon got up again, only instantly wanting to fall back onto the sofa and sleep. Looking down at his bed frames he averted his eyes to the staircase, already feeling tired, he didn't want to carry anything up those flight of stairs but had no choice as it was the only place he could sleep.
"Did we really have to buy a double story house mum?" Jimin questions, not removing his eyes from the stairs.
"Honey, you chose this house." His mother informed.
Turning his head to face his mother with a blank expression, he merely replied with,
"I am regretting my life decisions right now."
In which, made his mother scoff.
"Just hurry up, the faster we get it done, the sooner we relax."
With another groan, Jimin picked up his things, carrying them up into his room.
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A sigh of relief was heard from Jimin as he finally had completed everything. He felt accomplishment but most of all, he was exhausted. Once he made contact with his bed, his body was not going to let him get up any time soon, and it was not going to happen mentally as he soon feel asleep.
Morning came by, the bright sun beaming into the room. Jimin had opened his eyes only to quickly regret it as the bright morning sun had blinded him, he instantly closed his eyes in a harsh manner before laying back down and pulling the covers over his head. After finding it hard to breath under the blankets, Jimin finally decided to get up. Pushing the covers off his body he headed out of his room only to almost fall as he forgot about the flight of stairs. Blinking multiple times, he tried to figure out where he was only in seconds connecting the dots.
"Jimin, dear!'" His mother screamed from what seemed the kitchen.
"Your job called! They want you in at noon!" She had informed.
Jimin with a confused expression, stood at the top of the stairs before running down to his mother asking,
"What? They do know I just moved?!" He asks, frustration laced in his voice.
"Yes they know, but they are low on staff and you know Saturdays."
Jimin had rolled his eyes in response only to set them on the time.
10:45
"Okay fine. I'm going to go shower."
And with that Jimin started his everyday morning.
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"You're grounded."
"For what?"
"Oh you know why."
Taehyung gritted his teeth as he tried to hold in his anger. Without a reply to his mother, Taehyung stormed up stairs, hands clenched into tight fists. Slamming his door shut in which his mother did not like, he paced his room trying to blow off some steam, however the only way he could do that is by physically punching something, in which he did, his poor wall. Creating a dent in the wall, Taehyung was satisfied. He calmed himself down and steadied his breathing, soon he sat by his window watching the minimal cars drive by and people walk by. After 2 hours of watching, someone caught his eye. At first he was confused, squinting his eyes in order to make out who it was and when he did, his eyes grew wide in shock, eyebrows raised. Jumping up from his spot, he sprinted down the stairs, hand on the front door knob only to be stopped by his mother.
