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Jiminie POV

"Woah... " I said as I stood in awe looking at the beautiful mountains which had a small white lair of snow , as soft as cotton , on top of them.

I keeled down, nope. I lay down on the white fluffy snow, nope.

"Ughh.... Why can't I find the right angle? " I said as I moved around a bit more and finally found a spot.

"Ah! That's it! Jimin your amazing! " I said to myself because I'm lonely.... Sad I know 😁.

I took a few pictures while focusing on the sky, so the mountains would be blurry. Nope... Don't like that.

I dug a small hole - the size of my camera - ,in the thick snow.

I put my camera in it and focused on the mountain behind it.

It made this cool affect that there was this white thing covering half of the picture. The snow was a bit ruff so I went again. This time smoothing the snow down a bit to get it perfect.

"Finally! " I whisper-shouted so I wouldn't seem like a freak to the people who just pulled by the same mountains to take a picture of them too.

" This is one of the best I ever done" I thought as I walked back to my small, black BMW.

I sat in and started the car. It turned on but made this annoying beeping sound.

I put on my seatbelt but that didn't help either.

I looked at the small screen behind the wheel to figure out the problem.

".. Ah.. Low fuel" I said as I stepped on the gas and headed to a near by gas station using my GPS.

' few minutes later '

I arrived at the run down, all mossy and white snow, covered store.

I got out, put the hoes (heh j-hoe has competition) in the hole at the side of my car and stood there there for about 30 seconds.

It cost... A lot. Well, for me anyway.

- story time brought to you by namjoons amazing dancing skills.....im being serious....! -

I live in a shitty apartment with a creepy landlord. He has done so many weird things, I sometimes question if he has any mental problems.

He once knocked on my door saying that his wife died, yet she was behind him. Another time he just randomly came in and sat on my couch in the middle of the night while I was asleep.

He has done this to all the tenants and we wrote about 7 different complaint letters, but none of them actually made it to the police because he checks the mail everyday.

I Need the money to move out but I don't know where I'm going to get I from.

I have a friend living in a different country and he sends me some money if it's an emergency.

My parents? Well, I only have a beautiful mother who works at McDonalds as a cleaner.

My father is in a mental hospital. I know it sounds far fetched but just hear me out.

He got kidnapped before my mother gave birth to me. He was very young and left my mother to give birth alone. Apparently, the kidnapper drugged my father and made him an addict. He was gone for a year before they found him wandering around the busy roads. He was high so he didn't care... I mean I wouldn't know, I don't do drugs. Now, he is at a mental hospital because.... Well, because he's mentally damaged.