s ixty four

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jimin was tired.

he had just gotten back from his least favorite college class, his manager from work had hollered at him for treating a customer "rudely", and jimin had an essay due by tomorrow afternoon.

tired was an understatement.

with bags under his eyes and stress filled in his head, jimin got to work on his essay.

"the problem is quite baffling," jimin muttered under his breath as he typed on his laptop.

"our goal is to serve as the paragon in our industry-" his quiet mumbling was cut off by a screech from next door.

"what the fuck," jimin complained as he tried to concentrate once more.

"society has begun-"

"SARANGII DDEUNA GA GO," a loud voice interrupted him once more.

"oh my fucking god," jimin mumbled as he massaged his temples.

"WHOOP, GA SEUMII MEONGII DEUL EO DO," it sounded like a chicken screeching.

"CAN YOU BE QUIET PLEASE," he hollered at whoever was making all the ruckus at 2am in the morning.

it sounded like the person singing couldn't hear over his loud voice for the singing didn't stop.

jimin groaned and decided to speak up, that is, over a note.

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tell me, what's your favorite color?

mine's sky blue 💙

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