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Jimin focus:
♪Polaroid of you dancing in my room♪
The volume was low and calm, jimins headphones tugged into his ears with the song flowing against his eardrums like the sea at a cliff side. His fingers ached, the joints stiffening having to scrunch his fingers and ball them into fisted every couple minutes.
The tabs on his laptop were overcrowding the screen, now focused on the essay he had been bitterly writing for that past couple of hours.
Jimin was the type of person to leave projects to the last minute and then cram his stomach with caffeine at 3am and get the job done. It wasn't a really healthy way of life but honestly jimin couldn't care less, as long as he had his caffeine he could survive. I mean he barely was but it's better than coming to school a zombie with half completed work. Plus all his creativity bursts best late at night with music playing in his ears, jimin was like rain. The thoughts drizzle down normally at night and that's when they sound best but they aren't so pleasant when stashed away in a class room and they appear so vigorously he cant concentrate.
With eyes glued onto the word document he sang along to the song head swaying side to side in beat with the base. The laptop was overpowered and slowly cooking jimins already warm thighs.
♪I can be a pretty girl, I'll wear a skirt for you♪
Jimin was laying on his bed body melted into the mattress and blankets covered his almost naked body from chest to toe. Despite his large clothes he was quite a petite boy around 5,4 which he obviously got picked on for, which really only tainted his self confidence. He likes to wear bigger clothes mostly for comfort but hes also insecure about his body proportions.
Fluffy purple dyed hair with a natural wave to it that was ear length, hazel brown eyes with tints on grey in them. Small freckles dotted around his cheeks with puffed out cheeks and plumped lips. Jimins face wasn't his problem if anything he liked the way his eyes turned to crescent moons and the all so softness of his lips despite pulling and biting on them all day. He didn't like his body, not at all. He had a small chest and round tummy that poked out ever to slightly, stretch marks burgundy and bruised purple along his wide hips and imprinted into his inner thighs. Knees also had freckles painted onto them, legs where clean shaven as usual and toenails well kept and painted a galaxy purple.
Hands where chubby and carried the freckle trait, nail polish chipped and his nails were bare as they typed up the last on the paragraph.
He took in a deep breath exhaling through his nose and stretching out his arms, elbows appearing from out the oversized striped sweatshirt that cradled his form. His stomach let out a displeased grumble signally for his attention.
After dimming the aching pain in his joints he placed his fingers back on the keyboard saving the document under the title name and emailing it to his teacher.
Opening up a new tab and typed up the opening times for chipotle pressing the enter button and waiting for the page to load. His jaw hinged letting out a silent yawn, double chin poking out. The page loaded and jimins stomach roared again seeing the food on display.
"All night Mhm?" Jimin spoke to himself seeing that the chipotle near his home was open all night and morning. His stomach grumbled yet again as he turned his laptop off and placed it next to him on his pillow, pulling out the headphones by the joint cord.
♪I'll never make you bl-♪
"I know, i know we're gonna get food" him muttered stretching again and pulled the blankets off his legs, the lack of heat around the room pricking his skin with goosebumps.
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Broken trunk | j.hs & p.jm
Fanfiction"The worst type of pain is when you're smiling just to keep from crying" "Ha no. Clearly you've never busted your knee cap from trying to land a caberiall kickflip, now that's fucking painful." A story in which a pothead and a witch cross paths on...