𝕵𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖘 | ᴊɪᴋᴏᴏᴋ

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Jimin got home in a frenzy of uncontrollable tears. He hated it. He was such a crybaby. He understood why others treated him like a baby but that didn't anger him any less. Fiddling with his keys in hand, he struggles to find the key to his cozy apartment. His mind is a jumbled mess which only frustrated him more as he pulls out his key and shakily tries to push it into the keyhole. Walking into the partially clean apartment, Jimin lets all his things fall to the ground. It was then as he stood still, he promised himself to prove to everyone that he isn't a damned crybaby and that he could be grown, especially his best friends and Jungkook.

They were in for a grand surprise.

Though it was already late and all he wanted was to take a hot shower and lay to sleep to rest his aching body, he decided it was best to get rid of his baby boy brand at that very moment. He thought it was the first step to grownism.

He grabbed a few plastic trash bags (because we know Park Jimin has a LOT of clothes) and began dumping in any clothes he owned that screamed baby boy and all that was left was 5 pairs of skinny jeans, 4 revealing crop tops, 7 mini skirts, 3 bralettes, a bunch of casual outfits for home and a mix of jean and leather jackets. Oh, and his pretty pink latex pants!

Jimin huffs as he finishes dumping in the last piece of clothing into the already full bag. His closet was basically now empty only with few clothing still hung up. Jimin always hated how it looks so empty and dull, which is why he decided he is going shopping tomorrow.

All alone but not in bad company.

Jimin walks to a corner of his room to leave the bag there for the time being. If he left it in the closet he'll forget to take it out and he clearly wanted to temporarily get rid of it. The only place that came in mind was Amber's apartment. He knows it's the same thing as leaving it here at home with him but he didn't want it anywhere near him, tempting him to be worn because Jimin loved his baby boy clothes.

But Jimin had to grow up and he was determined to do it. Maybe one day he could return back to dressing like it but for now, he had something to prove. 

Little Mr. Goody Two Shoes, pack your bags! You're going on vacation; a very long one.

Jimin checks his phone for the time and it was already three o'clock in the morning. Oh how fast time passes. After contemplating whether he should go straight to bed or bathe, he ends up deciding on a warm candle-lit bath with Epsom salt and a nice rest in silk pajamas right after. After all, it was the only distraction from the three words replaying in his mind.

"I love you."

What was he supposed to answer to that? Jimin felt hopeless. He loved Jungkook with all his damned heart but he knew they weren't meant to be—he knew. Jungkook was meant for bigger things, his amicable personality, his demeanor, his looks. Jungkook had the pop star aura all laid out for him and ready for him to take. Not to mention how popular he was with all genders; it was written in the stars for him.

Jimin was the complete opposite. Jimin was the type to end up as a dance teacher to a prestigious arts school, living a happy, stable and peaceful life with his husband he'd marry right after college. Jimin would come to adopt three children all throughout his first 4 years of marriage and that'd be all. He'd raise them beside his loving husband and grow old together.

That was the life he expected—simple and boring.

And it's not like he doesn't believe that those two types of people can't collide, it's just that in all honesty, they both bring out the worst in each other.