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C H A P T E R SIX

J i m i n ' s h o u s e

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F L A S H B A C K

"You think you can come home whenever you'd like? Are those the new rules around here?"

Jimin ignored his mom, kicking his shoes off.

"Pick up the damn shoes."

He reached over to grab the shoes, and threw them to the side.

"Your attitude's gonna leave this house, or you will." She warned."Now look decent, John's coming for dinner."

He walked up stairs, slamming his door.

Ms. Park ran to the front door as soon as she heard the bell ring. She pushed up her bra, and fluffed her hair.""Johnny." She raised an eyebrow.

"You look amazing."

"Don't I always." She smirked.

"Don't flatter yourself."

Both their heads turned. His mother gave a nervous laugh. "Oh, that's my son."

"Jimin, I'd like you to meet Johnny."

"Johnny? I thought it was supposed to be Jiho today?"

He cleared his throat, and looked at Ms. Park.

"Here, let me hang your jacket for you."

The table was set for two. She quickly grabbed a chair for Jimin, forcing him to sit.

"How was your day sweetie?"

"Don't suck up to me, just call me a piece of shit, like you always do." He jabbed his fork into the steak.

She just laughed, causing John to join. "He's a real jokester."

"Really, why where you out so late?"

"I got arrested."

The man began to choke, and Ms. Park ran over to him patting his back.

Jimin grinned. "I don't think he likes the food."

His mom glared at him, as if it were a warning. He finished coughing, and cleared his throat.

"You okay?" She asked him.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you." He quickly nodded.

"I didn't know your son smokes."She quickly looked up, and saw Jimin with a cigarette sitting between his lips.