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~*From Part 9*~
Finally came the day where you can get a full nights rest with no worry about school. The school year ended, exams are finished, the weather was perfect, what could really go wrong?
"Y/N! GET DOWNSTAIRS YOUR FRIENDS ARE HERE" you heard your mom yell from down the stairs. Oh right. You had a road trip to go on with all of your friends. Groaning, you dragged yourself out of bed and brought yourself to the washroom.
"God, why does my hair do this?" you whined, grabbing a sturdy brush to begin brushing through your tangled hair. Setting the brush down, you reached into the cup to grab your toothbrush and squirted some toothpaste on before brushing your teeth. Spitting out the foamy toothpaste, you gargle your mouth with some water before heading to your closet to grab some clothes.
"I guess a hoodie and shorts will do" you mumbled to yourself while grabbing your clothes. You began to strip your clothes, slipping on your shorts before grabbing onto your hoodie to slip over your head.
"Hey, your mom called me in to check on you and-" the voice paused as they were opening the door. Immediately recognizing that voice, you turned around in horror to see Jimin looking at you with wide eyes. He felt his cheeks heating up and hurried to cover his eyes before apologizing.
"I'm so sorry Y/N. I'll just head downstairs" Jimin rushed as he bolted out the door and down the stairs before you could slam your fist into his head.
"JIMIN! YOU ARE SO LUCKY YOU RAN AWAY JUST YOU WAIT" you cried out. Panicking, Jimin ran even faster down the stairs after hearing your war cries. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Jimin shuffled over into the living room, huffing and panting while he took a seat near everyone else who sat down and ate breakfast.
"Why was Y/N yelling at you?" Dean muffled out, his mouth full of pancakes. Lisa could only roll her eyes as she smacked Dean on the arm.
"Don't talk with your mouth full of food" she scolded, wiping his mouth with a napkin. Your mom turned to Jimin, slight worry shown on her face.
"Is Y/N ok?" she asked concerned. Jimin fanned his red face, nodding quickly as he couldn't get the previous image of you out of his mind.
"Alright. Come have some breakfast" your mom smiled, handing over a plate to Jimin. He carefully took the plate before attempting to eat.
"Why are your hands shaking so much. It's like you've seen a ghost" Dean joked, looking down at Jimin's shaking hands.
"They're so n-not shaking" he stuttered, trying his hardest to hold his fork still.
When you finally finished getting ready, you hurriedly ran down the stairs to see everyone sitting in the living room still eating their breakfast.
