Jimin's favorite song blasted through his alarm clock. Not only surprising him but also waking him up as well. He sat up quickly. Hair messy, drooling, and not really able to blink. If that wasn't the only thing that woke him up, it was also the sounds of the maids cleaning and cooking. Along with the sounds of his mother talking on the phone and laughing a bit too loud, was the sound of his father blasting the t.v to max volume because of what he claimed was being 'hard of hearing.'
"Okay, I get it world. I don't want to get up but you're going to make me,"
Jimin glared out the window at nothing really. The room that was once peaceful and quiet was only something he could wish for when he went to sleep later in the day, so with a sigh, he got up. Not without a frown of course.
He forcefully pulled himself out of bed. Slouching his way toward the bathroom, he closed the door and began he regular morning routine.
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"Good morning honey!" Jimin's mom smiled before her attention was caught by the person talking to her.
"Good morning?" He was confused, who could she be talking to so early in the morning.
"Why are you dressed up in your suit?" His father asked as he patted the spot next to him on the couch. Jimin getting the hint quiet quickly, jumped onto the couch.
"What do you mean? I have work to do," Jimin whined out, as he slouched back into the couch.
"No, it's a holiday. I already told all the workers,"
Jimin's dad said as he patted his sons head, trying to reassure him. Jimin's face lit up, as he stood up, but because of him being exhausted fell back onto the couch.
"That's nice, but I wanted to ask dad...Who is mom talking too?" Jimin couldn't help his curiosity anymore. His mom just kept talking and talking. It's like her and the woman on the other end had endless conversations. Yeah, a woman. The only reason Jimin knew it was a woman was that he had secretly listened to one of their conversations. More importantly the line, 'How's the baby?' But Jimin didn't know anyone he, neither his parents were around that was pregnant.
"I don't know." His father looked away, coughing suspiciously. Jimin glared at him, his eyes staring intensely at his fathers face. His father could feel the holes being burned through his face and it was making his neck sweat in anxiousness.
"Okay then," Jimin smiled before getting up and walking towards the dining area. Even though he didn't believe his fathers lies, he was too hungry to care at the moment.
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