The love cycle | Jimin Fanfic

Not a guest

We arrived at the house. I parked my red vehicle in front of the gate, waiting for Jimin to get down the motorcycle. I looked back at him, only to find both of his eyes and mouth widely open. I sighed and rolled my eyes at the boy behind my back. I waited for him for what seemed like forever, then I got impatient.

"Dude! Do you need me to help you get down or something?" I said with a little annoyance in my voice while raising a brow. He was quiet for a second.

"W-what?" He said looking slightly dumbfounded.

"This is my house, pabo." I said the last word with a lower volume since I knew he would fight back. He will always fight back, even if he's this small.

"O-oh, okay." He finally got down the vehicle but he almost fell down because the motorcycle was horribly high for him. I just laughed quietly.

Me? I'm small too but I manage. What? I got used to it!

I got off the vehicle too and pulled my motorcycle in since it was just only a waste of gas if I ride it up until the garage. It is a waste of energy too but I don't want to waste gas. Plus, I pay for the gasoline. Wouldn't want to waste my money just for things like that, would I?

Jimin just followed me still gaping at the sight of the huge house in front of him. I looked at him and shook my head in laughter. Wait, until he sees my parent's house.

"Jimin, can you open the garage for me?" I asked him politely as he looked around.

"You have hands, don't you?" He said as I glared at him.

"And don't you have hands as well?" I said widening my eyes a bit, smiling in victory. I would have kicked him in the ass by now, if I weren't his tutor. The things I do for money even when I have money. Ugh! He sighed heavily and then opened the garage door. I smirked at his defeat.

After parking it or what seemed like putting it in place, I walked up to the front door and got the keys out of my bag. Jimin was standing behind me while tapping his foot, looking up. Finally, I opened the door.

"Home sweet home!" I said as I left Jimin at the doorway, already running to my best friend which was the couch. I buried my face into the soft cushions.

"Is this how you treat a guest nowadays?" The boy standing in the doorway said with his arms crossed and his face a bit irritated.

"Who said you were a guest?" I said sarcastically while slowly rising from the couch, looking at him with both my brows raised.

"Then what am I?" The boy asked still standing there, his arms still crossed.

"A pabo." I replied then buried my face again in the cushions.