Scratch ° p.jm

door

Jimin woke up.

But it wasn't night time. He could feel the light from the window on his cheeks and could see the sparkly rays through his closed eyelids. He could hear the birds chirping and the blender in the mini kitchen.

He stretched his body and shifted slightly in the big hotel bed. This was going to be a good day, he could feel it-

Wait.

Blender?

Jimin's body jerked violently off of the bed as he suddenly remembered all of the previous night's happenings. He tripped over his suitcase and the clothing that had been haphazardly strewn over the floor, sending him and all of his stuff crashing to the ground.

But he had no time to worry about that. He yelped loudly and jumped back to his feet, skidding around the corner, to behold a terrible sight.

The bunny, which was, indeed, alive, was balanced on top of the whirring blender as it chopped something green into a million tiny pieces.

Just as Jimin was about to rush forward and stop the chaos, he remembered that the little fluff ball could potentially murder him with his unlikely set of claws. He grabbed a spatula off of the counter.

The little devil just stared at him with innocent eyes as he stepped forward carefully.

"What are you?" Jimin wondered to himself as he stared in amazement at the bunny. "Some kind of evil Jungkook/bunny hybrid?" (a/n: earlier today I was at Sprouts, and there was this tiny cocococonut and the label said "young coconut" yall know who I was thinking of)

The bunny, still precariously perched atop the vibrating machine, cocked its tiny head, glaring at Jimin with eyes that covered two thirds of its face. That fact in itself was enough to give a fully grown human nightmares, let alone the grotesque claws.

Jimin and Scratchy stared at eachother in silence. Jimin holding his plastic spatula like a baseball bat, ready to knock the lights out of the little creature if necessary.

They stood.

Jimin glanced at the clock.

He'd literally been standing in his hotel kitchen, having a staring contest with a demon bunny for five minutes.

What was his life coming to?

Realizing this was pointless and would get their relationship nowhere, Jimin straightened his back and lowered the spatula. Keeping it in his hand, of course, because even if he did want the bunny to like him, he also didn't really feel like dying today.

"Sir? Sir? Sir!"
Someone was at the door. Probably room service. Jimin rolled his eyes and walked out of the kitchen, subcontiously monitering the bunnie's every move.

"Coming ma'am! Sorry to keep you wait-"

Oh shoot. Crap crap crap crap crap. Barbeque sauce on a cheeseburger.

Jimin forgot about the freaking door.
Remember?

The one that got torn to shreds by a literal pUfF bAlL??

He rushed to the "door" and peered at the woman, silently womdering how none of his belongings had gotten robbed. Unless some of them had.

"Ma'am I can expla-" This was as far as Jimin got before he realized that no, unfortunately he could not explain.
"Yeah man this random bunny dug a hole through my door with it rAzOR shARp clAwS, yknow just everyday stuff"

Yeah right.

Jimin groaned and rubbed his face exasperatedly, all the while being watched like a hawk by the unhappy room service lady.

"You know you're going to have to pay for this, right?" She quirked an eyebrow at Jimin. "You don't get a free pass just because you look like a prince."

Jimin grimaced. He wasn't in the best financial situation right now. "Yeah sure whatever. Can I just handle something real quick?"
With that Jimin rushed back down the hall, leaving a fuming hotelier practically growling behind him.

Upon entering the kitchen, Jimin knew something was wrong.

There was no bunny.