"i've got a question," i say as jimin arches his eyebrow, "why are you always on the balcony?"
"i have nothing else to do.. so why not?" jimin says.
"don't you have a job?" i say.
"i just moved here." jimin says, crossing his arms.
"so you're broke?" i say.
"pretty much." jimin says.
"i go to college here, i'm 19." i say.
"i'm 21." jimin says.
"you act like you're 5." i say.
"yeah, okay." jimin says.
"i use my parent's money, i don't have a job." i say.
"spoiled child." jimin says as i roll my eyes.
"jimin, are you like chinese or–" i say.
"don't be racist, not every asian is chinese. shaking my head. anyways, i'm korean. i grew up in south korea, although my english is not that good." jimin says.
"are you kidding me? i would've never guessed that you grew up in south korea, like your accent and the way you pronounce words, is like a fluent sp–" i say.
"are you praising me?" jimin says.
my eyes widen and i turn my back on jimin.
"no." i say. _______________________________
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