Jimins a struggling high school graduate who's working 3 jobs trying to save up for life at college. When his best friend tells him to get a sugar daddy, his life turns around.
Alpha, omega
I'm sitting on his couch and he gets ready to play the piano for me. "I've been working on this one recently." He says. "What's it called?" I asks. "It's called I need you." He says. "I don't have any lyrics or vocals yet." He says. "Play it." I say. He starts playing it for me. Wow he's better than I thought. "Wow." I say. He stands up and walks back over to me. "So what do you want to do now?" He asks. "Would you like to watch a movie?" I ask. "Yeah." He says.
"I have a tv in my room, that has netflix or we have this tv with movies." He says. "Do you have the movie hairspray?" I ask. "No. I don't think I've ever seen that." He says. "We need to watch it, it's on Netflix." I say. "I guess my room then." He says as he stands up. "That means I can feel how comfy your bed is." I say. "Yeah, sure." He says as I follow him into his room. "Are you staying?" He asks. "If you want me too." I say. "I'd like that." He says.
"Oh, Here." He says getting into his dresser. He pulls out some pajamas and shirts. He throws me a pair. "The bathrooms the door across from here." He says. "Okay." I say turning around. I go where he told me to go and see the bathroom for the first time. Oh my god it's beautiful.
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I change into his clothes and see how baggy they are on me. I tighten the strings on his pants and pick up my clothes. I fold them and take them back into Yoongis room. "You can set your clothes over there." He says pointing to a chair. I go over and set them down. Yoongi gets into his right side of the bed which I'm assuming is his side of the bed. Perfect I sleep on the left. I turn off the light and get into bed with him. "Your bed is comfy." I say.
"I told you." He says typing in hairspray with his remote. "You you've really never seen hairspray?" I ask. "No." He says clicking on it. I set my phone on the nightstand and turn my attention back to the movie. I want to sing along but I don't think I should. I can't fight it anymore. I start singing softly. "You have a nice voice." He says. "Thanks." I say laying down. I try to keep my eyes open for the movie but they slowly close. Next thing I know, I'm asleep.
