Guardian Angel

18. Moms

You let out a breath of relief and leaned against your cupboard. You knew you had to get Jimin to Korea but you first needed to know what the frickity frack he was doing here.

"Right since we're in my room, I'll be asking the questions first." You stated pushing yourself off the cupboard to stand on your own two feet as Jimin blinked confusedly at you. Clearly you may had whacked him a bit too hard.

"What in the mother flipping world are you doing here?" You demanded as Jimin went and sat down on the edge of your bed.

"I wanted to talk to you." He said simply, answering like there was nothing wrong in the wish.

"Alright, you wanted to talk to me but was attacking my best friend and screaming Korean on the street a part of 'talking to me'?" You asked sarcastically giving you're best no-nonsense face.

"He's your best friend?" Jimin asked and a bright smile appeared on his cute face. You nodded while giving him a 'duh' look.

"Ahh~ I'm so happy!" He shouted in delight as he stretched his arms and laid down on the bed, moving his arms as if he were a making a snow angel.

"Jimin, this isn't funny!" You scolded as you bit your lip in frustration. You sat down on your study table's chair and fidgeted your fingers in nervousness.

"What if someone noticed you? Or took pictures? How will I explain the fact that I attacked a world famous idol with my water bottle?" You elaborated as he was clearly not understanding what you were trying to imply.

"I can handle myself, Y/-Wait. You attacked me with a water bottle?!" He exclaimed and you grinned sheepishly.

"Well, to be fair you had assaulted my best friend but stop changing the topic." You quickly intervened before he could ponder any more into your assault of his cute pink head.

"You can't just pop up here anytime you like. Your famous, really really famous. It's different for me, no one's going to notice one more foreigner but you stand out in a crowd with your bubblegum head." You scolded again as a small frown appeared on Jimin's face. He started pouting and your heart almost melted.

"Do you like it?" He suddenly asked and you blinked in cluelessness, where was this coming from. Like what?

"My hair." He explained further and you nodded your head in understanding.

"Well, I mean you look good in any hair colour unlike us peasantry, but I liked the turqoise colour a bit better." You admitted as you slightly shrugged your shoulders.

"Oh..." He trailed and an awkward silence took control over the room.

"I thought you'd like it." He said, breaking the silence and you bit your lip to keep yourself from grinning. He was so freaking adorable right now you wanted to squeeze him!

"I do!" You reassured him as you struggled not to show your smile.

"It's so pretty and fluffly." You complimented and immediately a smile alighted his face. He looked down shyly at his fingers and you noticed the lightest blush reddening his cheeks.

"I know." He said knowingly, much contradictory to his soft pink cheeks but you laughed either way at his narcissism. His smiled widened a bit as he watched you laugh and you shifted your gaze to his beautiful, silky hair. It was so velvety and smooth. You just wanted to pet it. It looked like a small furry creature, it looked like...

"I want cotton candy." You suddenly said and he stated at you in surprise. You laughed to yourself as you realised how random your craving was. But dang it, did you want some nice candy floss right now!