I sighed as I glared over at my clock.
9:28am
*Well thanks for waking me up." I grumble sarcastically.
I pull off my covers as the cold air stings my skin. Stretching, I get up and walk to the bathroom.
I quickly brush my teeth and hair , before grabbing some clothes and Changing. I put on a white shirt on with a baggy,(but very comfortable) jacket) and some dark skinny jeans. I put my hair up in a bun and slip on some converse.
I walk to the kitchen and grab a piece of bread before putting it in the toaster.
I do this every morning. For the past 3 years. Same old routine. Waking up late, never having time to make actual breakfast. Always having to run out the door at the last second.
And it's not like i have any help. My mom died when I was 14 and my dad disappeared almost 3 years ago. I finished high school, surprisingly, 7 months ago and have been living by myself since I was 17. So yeah lots of fun on my end.
I grab my phone and toast before running out the door to my job, a Waitress.
I make good pay there, definitely not enough I deserve way more but I get free food so that's always a bonus.
I quickly make it to the bus station and get on just before they close the door. Here goes another day.-12 hours later-
I sigh as I take off my apron and leave the building. I look down at the bag of orange chicken and noodles that Maria gave me. I smiled and walked down the dark street contently. It was a busy day today and I got lots of tips . Yeah this life kinda sucks but it's better than nothing.
It's about a 20 minute walk from my work to my house since they don't have buses at 9pm-4am. It was almost 10. I sighed and watched as my breath barely fogged in front of me.
"Call me baby, call me baby, call me baby, la la la la la." I started softly singing and humming to Exo's "Call me Baby" it was playing a lot in the cafe and had gotten stuck in my head.
It was eerily quiet and I could hear even the smallest sounds.
I yawned slightly and didn't see where I was walking and accidentally slammed into a guy causing him to fall.
"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry! Are you okay??" I ask frantically as I reached out a hand to help him up .
"Oh, no! It's completely.... fine..." he slowed down as he looked up at me midway reaching for my hands. He was very good looking not I was looking at him in that way. He had lighter colored and very messy, but hot, styled hair. Not to mention that face. He looks like an angel.. I shook my head and came back to reality. He was just frozen there and for a second I felt a surge of something just go through me as his fingertip brushed against my hand. I awkwardly retracted my hand and nodded a sorry again before I continued walking home, which thankfully was around the corner.
Well, THAT was not weird at all.
I sighed as I entered my house and closed the door making sure to lock it.
I suddenly felt really tired before putting my food in the fridge and going straight to bed.-Unknown's (Jimin's) POV-
I looked down at my feet, kicking a small rock while walking.
Damn, another pointless search. We've been doing this for centuries and I'm starting to loose hope that we're ever going to find our-- my thoughts we're interrupted when I collided into someone and fell. I groaned and almost had a heart attack when the most amazing scent overpowered my nose to the point where it was insane... where it would make ME Insane.
I heard a voice like and angel hastily apologize as I shook it off as no t being a big deal, before looking up. And everything stopped. No... it can't be...
"Guys... I found her. I found our mate."THIS IS MY FIRST BOOK! I hope you all like it! It will be slow for the forra like 10 chapters or so and the 11th chapter is gonna be the longest but! It will get more interesting don't give up😂
(Also I am totally a gay shipper of BTS and it's so weird making a straight version of stories like this but hey i think it's cool lol)
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Mate Of BTS
FanfictionWho knew being a mate would be the most fun, scary, and amazing experience of my life.