tinder;p.jm

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"fuck it's hot" i said to myself while wrapping my ramyun up between my chopsticks.

currently sitting in the sofa, not interested in whatever the news guy is saying on the tv, i picked up my phone.

'18 snapchats from chanyoda'

sigh. another date failure. i feel bad for him. i kept scrolling.

"texts from mom, game notifications, tinder message from park ji- WHAT" i stopped talking to myself when i saw something unusual. tinder notification? what even? chanyeol said you could only match with someone if you swiped right?

i unlocked my phone, clicked on the tinder icon and read the message from the so called "park jimin" who even got photos of him. lame joke to be honest.

'you're my first match ever, hello'

yeah. of course i'm your first match, no one likes a fake.

areum: it's pretty lame to have a catfish account.

i wrote back, waiting patiently for a reply, but after a few minutes i gave up and finished my ramyun.

'bangtansonyeondan-'

OOOO BANGTAN!

i turned the volume on the tv up.

'Bangtansonyeondan member jin has been seen-onwhat looks like a date- at a resturant in seoul this evening. fans are going crazy and are now building a protest group outside of bighit entertainment building'

a big group of girls popped up on tv, sleeping bags and protest signs scattered all over the ground in front of a big building.

i personally hate fans like this. if a band member wants to date, let them for fucks sake. thEY ARE HUMAN AND NOT IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH YOU PLS.

i sighed and got unwillingly up from the sofa, walking with my now empty ramyun bowl to the kitchen.

my thoughts drifted back to the catfish. what's the point in doing a fake tinder account for a star? that's pretty useless.

walking back to the sofa, taking my phone and turning off the tv, i finally went to bed. my favorite place in the world. i set the alarm at 7, like usual and made myself comfortable in the clean sheets, drifting off to sleep real fast.

'park jimin: this is just a test, to see if there are some decent girls out there who doesn't care about what i really look like.'

already asleep, i didn't hear the pling and vibration from my phone.

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RIIIIIINGGGGGG!

that really fucking annoying alarm clock can go up someones anus right now.

groaning, i turned the alarm off, getting up from the cozy place in my bed. feeling like a walkig dead, i did my light makeup and put some deodorant under my smelly armpits.

i'm really not one of those morning people. showering on the morning is a big no for me. my thick brown hair takes ages to dry so i'm just like no.

picking out what to wear, putting it on and standing infront of the big golden mirror i took a look at myself. my white t-shirt is a little seethrough, and the ripped jeans are a little worn out, but that's fine. nobody at college got time to look closely at me.

i put on my red beanie with the text 'my heartu' from a show bts was on, and tied the shoelaces to my red converse. no time for breakfast, i ran out of my apartment to catch the bus before it was too late.