In which Jimin wants a job at GCF Industries but Jungkook is an overly hot, disruptive, pain in the ass.
"I'm not flirting with you; that's just what it says in the paperwork."
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Normally, people would describe life as being a sort of rollercoaster. You had your ups and downs. Did I feel that way about life? Ha, you're having a joke. Of course I didn't. And neither would you if you were ever a part of my life. Roller coaster? Oh I wish. Instead, my life felt like a bloody line. That's right. A straight, freaking line. Boring, meaningless and incredibly slow.
I survived high school, got into a good college, I've nearly graduated from university; then why the heck was everything happening in slow motion for gods sake.
Those are things I think about all the time.
Me, Park Jimin, 24 of age. Editing and collaging short films together, thinking I'll get some sort of an overnight break from it all. I don't know if I will, really, but it gives me a sort of warmth and satisfaction when I see two elements come together and fit so perfectly with one another. Call me OCD but that's just how I've always been. A film major, that's what I am.
Currently standing ever so impatiently on the edge of the sidewalk, waiting for the damn signal to turn red. Someone needs to put a stop to all these energy emitting vehicles and unfortunately we had to put that trust in a singular light on the end of a road.
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"You're an idiot!" Jimin screamed, kneeling down almost immediately.
"Are you joking me right now!"
The black Mercedes stops in it's tracks, it's owner awfully calm about the whole situation which wasn't quite to the shorter males liking.
"Oh my fucking--"
Jimin looked down at himself, papers crinkled in hand. His rose coloured shirt had brown stains of mud and dirty water all over it and his white; I repeat, white. Pants. Were almost out of the question.
He knew that it had been raining all day, the rain water building up near the junction. He knew he was standing a little to close to the edge for anyone's comfort really. Still, he was more than fuming right now. Fuming at the car that had just drove past him, rigged, splashing him completely in the face. Or, more so on his clothes.
