Park Jimin has had the biggest crush on his two hyungs for a while and being the (for now) shy munchkin he was, he never dared to confess his true feelings to them.
Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook had already confessed to one another and were alread...
Today is Monday and Jimin is supposed to be getting ready to leave for school, but Jimin being who he is, definitely isn't.
Jimin was laid on his stomach with one of his legs hanging off the side of his bed and his phone between his chubby hands.
This is how Jimin starts his mornings, no let me be more specific, this is how Jimin start his school mornings.
If it was the weekend he definitely wouldn't be doing this right now. He would be sleeping with slob all over his face.
The purple-haired boy groans as he drops his phone on the pillow below his hands and stretches his arms while rolling onto his back.
After hearing a few satisfying pops of his bones and a small yawn he stands up a little too quickly and stumbles.
"Fuck!" He sulked as he sat back down while holding his head.
While just sitting on his bed, he decided it's time to go to the bathroom and do his morning routine, and putting on his outfit for the day:
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He glances in the mirror to see how his outfit looks.
After a while of looking at himself, and still not being pleased with the way he looked, but too lazy to change again.
A soft sigh left his plump lips as he walks to his bedroom door.
What a way to start the morning. Being gloomy because of the way his outfit looks.
He goes downstairs and see's his mother sitting on the sofa watching the 'ABC' news while eating a granola bar.
Jimin's mother was a gorgeous woman. She had thick black hair that came just below her waist that was almost always in a ponytail. Honey golden skin, plump lips, and a mole under her bottom lip, Dark brown eyes, and a Hispanic accent.
Jimin adores his mother. Even though he wasn't Hispanic himself she still tried to keep him in touch with both his cultures.
That means it was more than one language spoken in that household.
"Good morning, Mami" He sits down and hugs her side.
"Morning, mi amor" She says, wrapping her arm around him.
"You look lovely today," He said, smiling up at his mother.
She smiles and looks back at the TV "What do you want?" She asked, already knowing why he's complimenting her.
"Can I have five dollars so I can buy a cookie at lunchtime?" He begs.
