"No. Now fuck off." Jimin seethes.
"Unfortunately, I cant move, and I need to get to work. So your request is denied." The mint haired boy smirks.
"Fuck you." Jimin growls.
"I mean if you want to, I wouldn't say no. So when are you going to fuck...
Yet another morning comes where Jimin gets up before the sun. Last night was hell for him, having to stay at work until late to finish off yet another script. And having to get up early the following morning, he was beyond exhausted.
Dragging his tired body to his kitchen he makes an extra strong cup of espresso to attempt to wake up.
This morning however, instead of watching the sunrise from his bedroom window, he decided to watch on his apartment balcony. And it was pure bliss. Sipping on his coffee and nibbling on a warm Croissant made him feel much more alive.
As the sun appeared from the horizon, Jimin glances down at his phone. 5.21am.
SHIT!
SHIT SHIT!
SHIT SHIT SHIT!
He has 20 minutes to get changed, brush his teeth, put some aftershave on and get to Victoria train station in time for work.
Yeeting his unfinished croissant from his balcony, he grabs a pair of black ripped jeans, a black long sleeve top and jumper from his wardrobe. While also throwing on a pair of shoes.
But no outfit is complete without of course his beloved red knitted scarf, so roughly wrapping the red fabric around his neck he grabs his work bag and rushes out the door.
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As Jimin runs up the stairs at Victoria train station, he luckily has 2 minutes to spare. So of course what does one do with 2 minutes to spare?
Look for the annoying ass minty.
The annoying and filth riddled boy is making Jimins morning.... how do I put this.... more exciting? Invigorating? Jimins not really sure. But he finds it somewhat annoyingly refreshing.
Scanning his eyes around the not so busy train station, he finds minty in seconds.
But a small laugh escapes Jimins plump lips, once he watches the mint haired boy furiously patt himself down.
Yoongi looks up with an annoyed expression and quickly rushes to Jimin.
"Help." Is all Yoongi says and turns around.
"With what?" Jimin raises an amused eyebrow.
Brown flakes? Why the fuck is he covered in brown flakes?
"Some fucking idiot threw their croissant from their balcony this morning. And I just happened to be what it landed on. I mean who throws their FUCKING CROISSANT FROM A 12 STORY APARTMENT COMPLEX?! ESPECIALLY AT 5.21AM IN THE MORNING?!" Yoongi was practically blowing steam out of his ears and nose.
"A croissant-..."
Realisation sunk in.
Gulp.
Oh fuckity fuck fuck.
That was...
That was Jimins croissant.
And it landed on a mint haired boy, called min yoongi.
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