「f.p | m.yg + p.jm」

one

Jimin's POV;

I was sleeping peacefully when my dream got interrupted by my phone ringing, I groaned. looking at my bed side table, I grabbed my phone and accepted the call without looking who it was calling me. "Good morning, sweetie" the person from the other side of the call spoke up, "Hey Mom".

I got up and rubbed my eyes while my mom started rambling about random topics that I have no interest in listening to, "Jimin? Are you listening to me?". "Yes Mom, I'm listening" I lied, I heard her sigh then continued talking. "As I was saying, one of my friends told me about this good art school-"

I cut her off, "Mom I told you that I won't be going to any art school, it's useless". "But sitting in your room all day is better?" she replied, sassily. "It's better than using my money on art school"

"Come on Jimin! You will get to talk with new people who have the same interests like you, it will be so fun!!".

"But I have Jungkook, one friend is enough for me" I replied, "no offense but you've been friends with Jungkook since you both were little, it's time to make new friends". I sighed in defeat. She continued, "Fine then, attend the school for one month. If you don't like it, then I'll stop disturbing you. Okay? I'll send you to the details in text. I'll talk to you later, bye Jimin". Before I can say anything, she ended the call.

I left my phone hidden in the sheets and started heading towards the bathroom, I did my morning routine, took my phone, then began walking to the kitchen. I was half way there when the door bell rang, I walked up to the front door of the apartment. Standing behind the door was the one and only, Jeon Jungkook.

"You're finally back from your trip" I said, I left the door open for him and walked away. "Missed me?" I heard him reply, "No, I just needed someone to go get groceries and do the chorus for me". I faintly hear him laughing.

I went to the fridge and took out the milk, as I was making my bowl of cereal, my phone made a 'ding' noise indicating that I got a text from someone.

Of course, it was my mom sending me information about the art school. I swiped open my phone to check the message, turns out it was close by and one of the best art schools in Seoul. I sighed, I closed my phone and went back to my room.

Lets hope nothing bad happens.