Marked (Jimin FF)

Sleepover

1 month. A whole month, consisting of 29 days which is 696 hours or 41,760 minutes or (if you prefer) 2,505,600 seconds, and that idiot is still on my mind. That kiss is still on my mind. I am currently walking home from my job. I work as a baker for a local bakery shop. I am always treated poorly there but I have to stay because 1. It pays really well and I need the money and 2. because I can't find another job this close to both the school and my apartment. I sigh as I plop down on the couch and look at my phone. I turn it on an instantly a picture of me and my parents at my 10th birthday party. I was so innocent back then. I believed in true love, and fairy tales, and happy endings for the prince and his princess. But oh how much I've grown, how much I've seen, how much I've lost. I hate my parents now, and I believe I have every right to. Who in their right mind abandons their own child. Who leaves her to fend for her self without even some support? Well, that would be my parents for you.

Ding

My phone goes off signaling I have a new message and pulling me out of my thoughts.

The Weird Homo Sapiens I Call My Best Friends

Somin: Slumber party, my house. If you don't come I'll hunt you down and drag you here. Love Y'all.

I sigh and text back.

Y/N: Be there in 15 minutes

Somin: gr8t

I role my eyes as I get up, grab my backpack from the floor and put my shoes on before grabbing my keys and walking out of my apartment locking the door behind me. I didn't need clothes or anything because they're already at Somin's house. The four of us have sleepovers so much that we each just keep a couple different outfits and some makeup for us girl at each others house (even the boy's houses). I reach Somin's house and knock 3 times. 3 because that's what number I was assigned and because it's my favorite number.

You might be asking assigned? yes, that's what I said. Since there are 5 people in our little group we decided when we were kids that it would be a great idea to come up with a different knock for each one of us so we would know exactly who was at the door, and being the 'smart' and 'cool' children we were we decided that each one of us had a certain number of knocks to knock. At first, it didn't go as planned because Somin decided she wanted hers to be 100 knocks and Jiwoo wanted hers to be 101 knocks. Smart weren't they. Well, that ended up being really difficult not only because they were so close in numbers but also because their hands got tired around 15 knocks. So they changed their number to 1 (Jiwoo) and 2 (Somin). When the boys came into our lives they decided to just continue the pattern so they chose 4 (J-Seph) and 5 (BM).

"Y/N's here" I hear Somin's voice yell. I roll my eyes as the door opens revealing a smiling Somin.

"Can I come in?" I tease. She hums in response and steps back making room for me to fit through the door. I walk in and place my stuff on the floor. I then hear 3 pairs of feet pounding down the stairs and I suddenly see 1 girl and 2 boys running towards me. I smirk and step to the side making them run right past me into the wall. I laugh at them while they groan.

"You guys walked right into that one" Somin said next to me

"Na, they ran right into that one," I said snickering as Somin giggled right next to me.

"Yah, jagiya why are you so mean to me" J-Seph wined. I physically cringed at the word while Somin smiled fondly at him. I fake gag behind her. I hate the word jagiya, it's just.... so.... cringy. A sudden image of Jimin saying that to me flashed through my head. I blushed slightly, no way I was not imagining that just now. I push the thought away and sighed.

"If you promise not to use that word for the rest of the sleepover I'll make you guys food," I said to them. Thier faces light up and nod vigorously. These are times that I'm glad I know how to cook so well, it helps when trying to bribe my friends. They instantly agree and I make us all an early dinner. Once we finish we gather around in a circle with steaming plates of my secret soup in 5 different plates.