"a little less sixteen candles, a little more 'touch me'"

one

pretty.

that's how you would describe park jimin. a pretty boy who just couldn't handle himself. he couldn't handle his feelings and temptations. he couldn't handle his addictions. taehyung just so happened to be one of his addictions.

one thing park jimin could handle, however, was his appearance. he loved his soft eyes, his angelic voice, this body figure of his that made everyone weak in the knees. being pretty was one of the only things jimin was ever really good at. he liked being a tease. he enjoyed having a reputation as a slut. he also enjoyed the attention.

so on monday morning, jimin was expecting his attention. boy, he was wrong.

the angel woke up at 6:00 for his usual morning routine. he stretched, reaching for the sky and moaning as he did so. he looked at himself in the mirror and caressed his face. he smiled, but it wasnt a nice one. it was more of a "bitch come at me" smile.

after showering, he washed his face, brushed his teeth, and did his eye makeup.

[a/n: what beauty, like, wtf who did they hire?]

he changed into one of his winter outfits. which was a laced pink top with his high-waisted white Jean's and white converse high.

[a/n: ConVErSe hIgh I REaLLy RealLY WaNt Yo- oke I'll stop.]

after he finished tying his laces, he saw his bedroom door be opened by the one, the only, kim namjoon.

namjoon was jimins friend since grade school. they have been through everything together. when jimins mom left after telling her he was bisexual, when namjoon got his heart broken, and when they went to go get tested for STIs. luckily, they were both clean.

namjoon was always worried about jimins sexual health. jimin didnt sleep around, but he made the reputation believable.

jimin stood up and hugged namjoon around the shoulders. "joonie, joonie!" he giggled. namjoon just smiled back saying "hi, sweetie."

they weren't in a romantic relationship, and honestly they never would be. but they did enjoy the "hugs and kisses" every once in a while. not the usual kisses, they were more of the "im here for you and I love you" kisses.

"we need to hurry, jimin." namjoon checked his cell phone for the time.

"why?" the tiny ass boy asked.

"we're gonna be late again." namjoon exaggerated arm movements to prove his point.

jimin scoffed: "its only our fourth tardy."

"actually," namjoon started, in a bitchy manner," it'll be our fifth tardy."

"okay, okay. I'll hurry."

namjoon raised an eyebrow. "I wouldn't count on it." jimin glared at his friend, and namjoon just laughed. jimin put on his baby blue sweatshirt, and walked out his bedroom door. he motioned for namjoon to follow while saying "come, child."

jimins father greeted him with a kiss on the head--since he was, like, one foot taller than jimin.

"hi, dad." he pointed to the smoothie on the counter,"is that for me?"

jimins father chuckled: "it is now."

"thank you, dad." jimin smiled, and he kissed his father's cheek.

"bye, dad! love you!" he screamed as he and namjoon walked out the door.

"bye, mr. park!" namjoon yelled.

"bye, guys! love you!" he screamed back.

the two got into namjoons car. jimin immediately switched on the radio and played some good ol' Queen.

"why do you play Queen everytime you're in my car?" namjoon asked.

jimin thought for a moment. he smiled," because they're different and outrageous and spectacular. and I cant think of anyone, besides freddie mercury, who's more outrageous and spectacular than me."