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jimin

You walk into your friend Jimin's apartment. He normally greets you at the door with a huge eye smile and a hug but he's nowhere to be found.

"Jimin! Where are you? It's not funny, come out."

Fear crawls up your spine as you search his room. No note or anything. You resort to calling him and curse in frustration when it goes to voicemail. Even if he was home, you wouldn't be able to tell where he was because his phone is always on silent. You sit on his bed and immediately jump up when something jabs at your butt.

"What the- Jimin!"

He sits on the bed, rubbing his head. His tiny head, that is. You scream and hide in the corner. He calls out your name, running his fastest towards you. Gently, you pick him up and place him on your shoulder.

"What am I going to do with you?"

"Take care of me, that's what."

He winks at you as you laugh, throwing his tiny body off your shoulder.