Tiny Dancer (Park Jimin)

II

{Name}’s POV

“Wake up! It's morning!” You automated alarm shouted at you.

You lazily pulled you hand out of the warm covers you were nestled in to turn off your alarm, “Eh, five minutes won't hurt” You mumbled tiredly. You snuggled into the safety of your mattress. Only to have the covers whipped right off of you.

“Ya! {Name}! Wake up, we have work to do!” Your mother nudged at you, who had grumpily curled up, mad at your comfort being taken away,

“Ah! Eomma! Five minutes more! Please!” you whined incoherently.  

Your mother sighed, “No, we have work to do! Come on! Get up you lazy bum!” She nudged you harder. You nearly fell out of your bed.

“Ah! Woman, please!” You still hadn't even opened your eyes yet. You pulled a pillow into your chest, burying yourself in it. You mother huffed in impatience, seeing that she could not coax you out of bed. Instead, she grabbed your feet and with much effort, tugged you onto the floor.

You landed with a soft thump. “Alright, alright! I'm getting up!” You sat up on the floor, face puffy from sleep and still not fully awake. You rubbed your eyes sleepily.

“Good, I'll be downstairs” her mission complete, your mother left the room. You huffed indignantly, standing up. Your bed called to you and you just wanted to fall over and close your eyes. But, you had responsibilities to tend to, and sleep was something that had to wait.

You headed to the bathroom to wash up, “Time to start the day, I guess” You yawned widely.

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You stepped over to the kitchen, where breakfast was most likely waiting for you. Energized by the idea of food, you added a spring to your step. In the kitchen your mother was dishing out bowls of rice for the two of you, “Nice to finally see you.” She placed the bowls on the small table kitchen table, “Come sit”. She sat down herself, gesturing for you to do the same.

You do, picking up your chopsticks, “How did you sleep, mom?” You asked her, placing a morsel of food in your mouth.

“As well as I could”. Your mother shrugged, “Do you have any classes today?”

“No, not today” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

The two of you eat in silence for a bit. It was just the two of you. Your brother worked abroad, visiting the two of you occasionally. Your father, you didn't like to think about. When your family first moved to Seoul from Busan,  you and your brother were both in college. So she did everything herself. It was hard for your mother to run a restaurant by herself. So you had put school on a back burner, studying from home, choosing to support your mother instead.

The two of you finish eating and cleaned up. The two of you ended up sitting at the table, coffee in hand. You yawned loudly, “Ugh, I want to sleep! What I would do without coffee? ”. Your mother chuckled at you, who looked ready to face plant your coffee cup.

She started to sing happily, “Baby baby geudaeneun caramel macchiato, Yeojeonhi nae ipgaen geudae hyanggi dalkomhae, Baby baby tonight"

“Ah eomma! You are an ajumma! You shouldn't be singing stuff like this! Not new idols like BTS!” Surprisingly enough, you mother was a rather big fan of the idol group. More obsessed really.

Instead of you being the one to show your mother MVs of your favorites idols, it's her! “{Name}! Look! Look at this” she would usher you to watch a BTS song, or make you watch a variety show. She also had a big crush on the visual, Jin. It was always, “{Name}! Omo look, isn't this young man so handsome!”