Y'all are mad (BTS yandere oneshots)

Jimin

I got a request from a mochi💜: @jiminariuka

(Y/N) P.O.V

It is raining outside. People screaming about their hair, kids crying because they are scared of thunder. Damn, my favorite weather. I was in StarBucks drinking my coffeeeeee (A/N: If you don't like coffee you are a demon from hell.) I was looking at the menu, wondering if they released a new drink. At the corner of my eyes I saw two pairs of shoes. I looked up and saw two rich adults standing right in front of me. How do I know they are rich? Well let me just tell you that the women was decked in Chanel and the man was decked in Fendi. If that doesn't tell you that they are, I don't know what will.

"Excuse me ma'am. Are you looking for a job?" The woman asked. Hold up, you're telling me, rich people wanna hire me?! I'm gonna be rich I tell you,  RICH! But wait, what type of job? I ain't stripping for old people!

   "Um, what type of job is it?" I asked. I'm starting to realize that the whole cafe is staring at these rich couple.

   "Me and my husband are going on a business trip. My son, he is 24 years old, but he has a problem with his brain. He has a mind of a innocent 8 year old. I can't bear to say the disorder. I was wondering if you can take care of him while we are gone? She looked like she was on the verge of tears just mentioning about her sons "disability."

Me for being a complete idiot blurted out; "I will do my best. You don't have to pay me, I really wanna help out.". WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST SAY?!! I WAS GONNA GET PAID. WAIT! CAN I TAKE BACK WHAT I SAID? LORD HELP ME. "When do you want me to come over?" I asked.

"You can come over today. Here, this is our address." The old lady said as she handed me her card. "We will get going now!" Wait, she can't leave. I need to ask her if I can get paid again. You know this girl likes some ramen and kpop, and both are expensive as hell.

"Um excuse me can I skfbeqkoadbeb" What. The.  Actual. Fuck. Did. I. Just. Say? Panic mode: On. This is not a drill I repeat this is not a drill. ABORT MISSION ABORT MISSION. Oh no, she is turning around. *Mentally screaming* *internally screaming* *forever screaming*.  FUCK SHE IS OPENING HER MOUTH. SHE IS GOING TO SAY SOMETHING. IM HUMILIATED FOR THE REST OF MY ENTIRE LIFE.

   "I'm sorry Ms. I have forgotten to ask your name." The old lady said. I think I hear the angels singing. SHE DID'NT HEAR ME. IM ALIVE.

   "My name is (Y/N) nice to meet you." The couple turned around and off they went. Ah, now to sip my beautiful warm ass coffee. I decided to drink some of my coffee and none came out. So I decided to tilt my head back as far as I could, making sure no coffee was leftover. Fuck, I finished it. Okay let's not think about coffee. So the couple said I can come anytime. Does that mean they want me to come today? Should I go today? I can go tomorrow? Wait, this is rich people house we are talking about. I can watch my favorite Kdrama on a big ass tv! Shit. I should probably leave this place and start packing my bags. Damn, this couple didn't even tell me how long I was staying there. Welp, might as well pack a whole suitcase.

————— Time Skip to when you are getting to the house cause you packing your clothes isn't important bitch—————

I was standing outside of my apartment with my suitcase, waiting for the bus to come. Yeah, I'm too poor to own a car. Deal with it. I put on my ear buds and started listening to map of soul: persona. I was jamming my ass off looking like a freak when a limo stopped right in front of me. Biiiiitttcchhhh, that car looks like it's worth more than me. The tinted window of the limo rolls down.

"Ma'am, I'm here to pick you up on the behalf of Mr. and Mrs. Park," the driver said. I stared at him for a while. Who the fuck is Mr and Mrs Park? Like bitch, I got some baby sitting to do for some ri- oooooooh. This is their car isn't it? "Let's get going shall we? We don't want to keep them waiting." The driver said again. Bro, he looks like he is about to die because of me. He looks like he hates his job.