"Hi Jimin, wait you're not Jimin?"

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Hi! It's Otaku-Chibi but I'll just refer to myself as Cereal since the other name is such a mouthful. Thank you for coming to read this chapter and hopefully join along this little ride! This story will be made by both Unicornpoop292 and I but the chapters will be made by one of us. If you want to identy who wrote the chapter, just look at the bottom a/n. Anyways sorry for the long a/n, enjoy the chapter!
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Jin hates a lot of things.

Having coffee spilled onto a new pair of designer clothing, cliche and overused love sayings in a novel that's starting to be really good, oil splattering onto his skin when he least expects it while cooking, little things like that.

The alarm clock just soared from its cozy 3rd place in his nonexistant list to the most annoying thing on the planet.

Jin groaned, eyeing wearily at the hollering clock rattling on the nightstand. Now, to decide whether his career is worth this exhaustion. The pattern of obnoxious sounds grating his ears seem to know better and try to save him from his debt that won't pay by itself.

Jin carded through his jet-black locks with one hand and turned it off gently with his other, eyelids desperately trying to close off his blurry vision. He didn't really do anything yesterday besides lazing around and watching tv shows but the fatigue in his muscles were evident at how slow his body moved.

Weird how the human body works.

Also part of the reason he didn't study to be a doctor of humans.

Or people if that sounds more godly because when he says humans it sounds like he's an alien. Jin yawned, the handsome image he always mustered up with his words gone with that single motion.

When does anyone ever look attractive yawning anyways?

The black-haired man eventually managed to get himself into the shower and functioning like how he always did. Coffee would help, Jin thought absent-mindedly as he dried of his hair and body. It wasn't the healthiest beverage to resort to though, and he hated drinking such thing just because he was tired. There were thousands of more options that were healthier and better.

Like tea for example.

Jin slipped on a red hoodie over a black t-shirt and wore khaki trousers, not that it really mattered since the long white coat he'd wear soon would cover most of his outfit.

Being a doctor meant giving up fashion when going to work, who cares when you instead have a plain white colored but cool looking coat to wear most of the time?

He cared.

Jin gave a brief glance to the mirror and checked his get-up, though he paid more attention to his face than his clothes. He did have that natural visual. So of course he would give a natural reaction, a whistle to show his impress and left with his chin high and a charming smile his lips curled into.

He went downstairs and moved further into his morning routine.

Typical but thankfully he hadn't grown suffocated at how many times he had repeated it each time.

This particular morning, just some toast lathered up with butter. Not much since Jin's a huge eater but he needs to go on a diet anyways. The flab of fat was starting to cover up his abs and boy does that not look good.

Jin's teeth was halfway into the buttery flavor when he heard his phone beep with a notification. He unlocked the device only to see a message from Jimin, his beloved little donsaeng he had grown fond of over the course of several meetings at the local park.

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 03, 2018 ⏰

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