s t a r v i n g || y o o n m i n

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Jimin was happy.

He never cared what the world had to say about him, he would always block it out. It was as simple as plugging his earphones into his phone, listening to the music, in his own world.

It was that simple.

Why would he listen to criticism of strangers or any stranger who he will never give a shit about when he can listen to his own melodic library?

The word 'judgment' never existed in his book.

So did 'ugly', 'useless' and 'undesirable'. The only thing he thought they all had in common was beginning with the letter U.

He never understood why the kids in his class were always whispering about Jimin. If they wanted to talk about him then they should do it when he wasn't clearly sitting beside them. But it didn't matter, it never mattered in the first place.

The only opinion should matter was his own. That was how it should be. It was that easy.

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On days like these, he comes back home from school happily skipping his way through the living room.

Just in time for his mother to say "Honey, dinner's ready!" His favorite words to ever come out of someone's mouth.

Jimin liked to believe he had grown a romantic attraction towards food. Ever since he had something that wasn't milk or baby food.

His favorite times of the day were related to food : breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snack time.

Jimin ran into the dining room, greeted by his parents, his younger brother, and the dinner table - the most beautiful piece of furniture in the house.

It looked more stunning with dishes occupying it.

There was a tray of fried chicken, a big bowl of creamy mushroom soup, completed with delicious cheesy lasagna fresh out of the oven.

Jimin licked his lips in delight. He pulled out his chair and sat down excitedly as his mother served his father a piece of the lasagna.

"Let me help you with that, hyung." His younger brother was leaning towards the table with the ladle and using it to scoop out some mushroom soup, pouring it into Jimin's bowl.

"Thank you, Jihyun." He grinned at him. Returning the favor by placing a few drumsticks onto Jihyun's plate with a pair of thongs.

(edit: I meant to right tongs, guys. but this is too funny to correct 😂)

"Thank you, hyung."

Once his mother sat on her seat and said their prayers, the family began to dig in.

Jimin always loved his mother's cooking. She made the best for her family which seemed too extra at some times, it disappointed him after he found out about her turning down the opportunity to become a professional chef.

"My family is more important than fame." She would always reassure him, giving him one of her best eye smiles that he inherited from her.

Jimin looked at his plate. It felt like he was falling in love, three times a day, seven days a week.

His mother would always remember to put extra sauce. Even though she knew he would end up taking seconds because there was no crime for wanting another helping, right?

She loved him with a big heart even if he was slightly rounder. He seemed fine to her.

Jimin was happy.

However the mind does like to play tricks with you sometimes in your life.