BROOKLYN BOY | 𝐏𝐉𝐌 ✓

37

"Surprise mother fucker."

My jaw dropped the moment I saw miss Park walk through the cabin doors, holding a bottle of vodka, as she tried not to fall over. I had a lot of questions, like how she knew we were in Colorado or how she even got into our cabin.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Jimin blinked a few times, thinking he was just hallucinating a bit.

"I'm here to take your ass back to where it belongs, in the kitchen, cooking me some fucking food."

"We both know I'm a terrible cook, and you can't tell me what to do you old hag." He crossed his arms.

"Do our mom's know about this?" I quickly stepped up and asked for me and Brooke.

"I don't know?" My mom stepped out, and Brooke and I let out a piercing scream. "The back door!"

Brooke grabbed my wrist and dragged me towards the back of the living room and out the other door.

Jimin licked his lips as he turned back around to face the three adults. He let out a nervous laugh, before jolting out the back door with Hoseok.

"Get them!" Brooke's mom yelled.

"Oh my god." I looked into the rearview mirror to see them already getting into their car. "This can't really be happening, right?"

"Oh, it's happening." Brooke smirked as she pulled the lever in drive, and sped away, scraping the side of the car as she made a sharp turn.

Hoseok bit the inside of his cheek as he watched us wreck his new car. He looked over at Jimin, before cursing at him for being so slow. "Unlock the door you fucking slow ass turtle."

Jimin let out an offended scoff before he finally unlocked his car. "No worries, I'm a fast driver."

Jimin smirked, before racing off onto the road, leaving a spiral of dirt in the air. "Where to?"

"Damn, I don't even know I'm on the run with you guys." Hoseok shook his head. "You don't see my mother flying all the way to Colorado to come and whoop my ass."

"I mean, your mom is the most laid back person ever, she let you get an apartment at 18." Jimin shrugged his shoulders. "It's my psychotic mom."

"You know, you're not that different from her."

Jimin slowly turned to Hoseok with the most offended look on his face yet. He was close to strangling him, when there was a strong thud, hitting the back of his car. "Did she just hit my fucking car?" Jimin whined.

"Open the door." Miss Park lowered her brows at her son as she stood by the driver's window.

"No." Jimin elongated the word.

His mom cracked her knuckles before grabbed a metal stick she found lying around. "Open, or I'll have to use it." She drew her arm back.

"Don't do it." Hoseok shook his head.

"She's gonna wreck my car you little shit, of course I'm gonna run her over." Jimin moved his hand to the lever, when he saw that my mom stood in front of his car.

I find it amusing how Jimin was willing to run over his own mother, but felt like he couldn't do it when it came to mine.

"Out of the car." She mouthed.

Hoseok and Jimin slowly looked over at eachother and opened their doors. Right when as Jimin was eye to eye with his mother,  he tried to make a run for it, but my mother grabbed him by his shirt just before he could escape.