Plastic (jjk + pjm)

Plastic; 7

It was saturday and I was standing infront of the gate of Jimin's house.

Yesterday, we had given eachother our phone numbers and he had messaged me his address last night.

Not gonna lie, I felt out of place to the point I was feeling worn out by just standing here. I ringed the bell and waited.

Getting a little impatient after waiting for 5 minutes, I decided to text him.

To: Jimin
From: goldenJK

Hey, I've been waiting infront of your gate for about 25 minutes. Can you open up?

I shoved my phone back in my pocket and sighed deeply. The gate opened after a while and I went in. Jimin was waiting at his door with a adorable sleepy look on his face. He was wearing an oversized white v-neck shirt that reaveled his collar bones and part of his chest with pyjama bottoms.

I walked up to him and smiled. He gave me a weak smile and let me in. I looked around his house and damn, I thought outside the mansion was beautiful, inside it's much more luxurious and gorgeous.

"I thought you were coming in the afternoon." Jimin said as he closed the door and gate.

"Jimin, it's 2 in the afternoon." He looked at me, taken back.

"I was certain it was 9 in the morning when you woke me up..." he ran his fingers through his messy hair, "you hungry?"

I nodded my head, "yeah, actually." Hell no am I passing on free food.

"Follow me then. Oh and my parents aren't home so, don't worry about trying to make a first good impression or anything absurd like that." He led me to the kitchen and the first thing I saw was a young lady in a maid's uniform, cooking something on the stove.

What kind of kinky shit is this?

The one cooking, I'm assuming the maid, turned her head and bowed down when she made eye contact with Jimin. "Good afternoon, master Jimin. I just prepared your lunch for today." English?! She just spoke to him in English! And master?!

There is some kinky shit going on around here.

Jimin smiled, "Thanks Noona, place it at the dinning table and would you be a dear and prepare something for my buddy, Jungkook, too?" He knows English too?! It was kind of wonky, but still pretty damn good!

All I can do is understand that weird language, I barely speak it. Which is why I'm at the edge of failing my foreign language class because I could never pronounce anything right.

She nodded at Jimin's request and looked at me, which caused me to blush madly. Please don't ask me in English..

"What would like for me to cook for you?" Aw man, English! How do I answer her?! I blushed even more and managed to stutter out, "A-anything is f-fine t-thank you." She grinned and began cooking.

Jimin grabbed my hand and took me to the dining table, in a huge expensive dining room. "Cute, isn't she?" He asked me, in the language I know, which is Korean, once we sat down next to eachother.

I felt my cheeks heat up again, "She is."

He leaned in closer to me and whispered in my ear, "do you like her?"

My whole body went cold, "No, dumbass. I was stuttering like a wimp 'cause she was talking to me in English, I can't speak it. Not because I like her." I pushed his face away from me and he giggled that cuteass giggle that somehow always makes me melt when I hear it.

Hol' up..

The maid came in, disrupting my thoughts, and placed our plates infront of us. We thanked her and digged in the food.