july 4, wednesday [12:26pm]
jimin: hellou
me: hu
me: hi
jimin: what are you doing
me: i'm over at my neighbour's
me: i smelled good food
jimin: ahahahahah
jimin: you went to steal food!!?
me: ...yes
jimin: hilarious
jimin: no shame
me: don't judge
jimin: what's the food?
me: kimchi fried rice
jimin: ahhhh
jimin: i'm so hungery
me: then eat
jimin: i don't want to gain weight
jimin: i've already lost many food resisting battles and gained weight
me: one meal won't hurt
me: to make you feel better i need to take care of my body too
me: or else i might gain a whole bunch of weight over the summer and when new semester starts my coaches will be mad
jimin: oh wow
jimin: do you have a limit you can't pass for your weight during school
me: yeah actually
me: i can't pass 49kg during showcase season or else i'm in trouble
jimin: oh yikes
jimin: well i guess this is what performers are bound to deal with
me: sadly yes but today i will happily satisfy my stomach
me: oh wait i have work later today
me: UGHHHH
jimin: when do you have break
me: another week or so
jimin: my only break is this week
jimin: then we have to start preparing for comeback
jimin: plus a bunch of other stuff
jimin: i will sleep with the best of my abilidjd
me: what
jimin: dude
jimin: i just fell
jimin: thank god my phone is okay
me: what are you so clumsy for
jimin: i'm the clumsy one
jimin: weren't you the one who tripped over nothing and twisted their ankle
me: IT WAS A WEIRD CRACK ON THE SIDEWALK
me: i'm going to eat now goodbye
jimin: have a great meal and don't be clumsy
me: screw you
•third person perspective•
"jimin? who's jimin?" ryeowon, miyeon's next door neighbour asked as she sneaked a peak over miyeon's shoulder as she texted.
startled from not noticing her friend peaking behind her, miyeon swiftly turned off her phone and left it face down on her lap. "oh my gosh, lee ryeowon! i told you not to scare me like that!"
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message from jimin || pjm
Fanfiction;a dance majoring university student and a world wide famous idol who were old high school classmates meet again with a slip of a phone number. the small reunion leads to endless conversations through messages. ongoing • • • ❨i'm just starting this...
