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Chapter 4.

Jimin let out a sigh, a fifth can of beer in his right hand. "Jiralhane..." he grumbled out, he lifted up his hand and smashed the can of beer against his head, compressing it down.

Once the can was flat as paper, he chucked it across the yard. He was outside his house, like five hours later. He's been drinking since he ran out from the college, he's been snacking too to help himself to not get completely drunk.

"She's calling me the ungrateful, immature brat...hhaaakkkk...I'll show her..." he shook his head and hissed one more time, to relieve the pain he was feeling in his head.

He's gone through two six packs of beer, each can he smashed against his head or threw on the ground to stop on and leave there for to become someone else's problem. He only did that like 2 or 3 percent of the time though.

So possibilities state that he probably has a concussion.

"Aigoooo..." Jimin whined, scrunching up his face and sighing. His eyes were tightly closed shut, tiny wrinkles around his eyes from doing that.

He stomped up the very few stairs to get to the proch. "Aigo..." he sighed again, his hands made their way onto his lower back, deeply, firmly massaging the skin to get this knot out of his skin.

He's been overworking himself so much lately. He spends all of his time at a gym, beating the same punching bag that's been broken off it's hook and then tapped back together to only be beat some more until it breaks again.

Jimin let out another groggy sigh before trying to unlock the already open door.

"What the hell...?" He sighed out into a low growl. He only realized the door was open until his hundredth try.

"Ahaaa!!! Go it!!!" He high fives himself after opening the door. He kept letting out weak sighs out, letting everyone know that he's had a long hard day and is tired.

When he stumbled into the house, he unintentionally slammed the door shut. "Ooo...shitue..." he gasped out, looking behind him and apologizing to the door.

The smell of cookies and milk filled the air, that's the first thing Jimin smelled as he entered into the house, he just had nothing to comment about it. 

"Wwwaaahhh!!! There's my growing grandson!!! Yah, come here and give your grandmother some sugar!!!" Jimin gulped down the poison that tried coming up. He blinked a few times as he slowly looked up and looked all around.

"Ahhh, granny!!!" Jimin smiled, snapping both his index fingers against the thumbs-makinf finger guns towards her afterwards.

Jimin saw his grandmother sitting on a long, black leather couch in the living room, down the hall more-to his right.

She repeated Jimin's actions and chirped his name as well...she's not picking up on what's exactly going on right now.

"Yah, you ever gonna come over here and hug this old woman...?" The grandmother asked, Jimin gasped and nodded. "Mianhae, I forgot!!!" He waddled towards her, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her tightly.

Now she smelled the booze and now she understood why he was so friendly.

"Jimin...?" She cautiously spoke. He hummed, his head rested on her right shoulder. He leaned all of his weight on this poor woman who already had back problems.

"I smell..." she sniffled a few times. "Beer...why do I smell beer...?" Jimin shrugged and pulled away. "I don't know..." he looked more so high and dingy than drunk, that's how he always is when he's drunk though.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait!!!" Jimin waved his hands around as he rambled the same word on. "What?" His grandmother asked. Jimin lifted up his right hand and snapped again before pointing to his granny.