kdrama // park jimin ✔️

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jimin

"so she hasn't seen the flowers?" seokjin questions.

"no."

"did you at least put your name on the card?" hoseok asks.

"no." i sigh and push around my food in the bento. jin scolds me.

"jimin?" namjoon calls out to me from across the lunch table.

"yeah?"

"you've got no jams."

"i know."

"you gotta, get the girl just, kiss da girl." hoseok sings in broken english. he pats my back reassuringly. "you okay, man?"

"not really."

"don't worry, be happy." says taehyung from my left.

i don't respond, and namjoon sighs, shaking his head.

"you need to show dominance, that you're better than any other guy out there."

"seriously?" i say. "she knows the actors more than she knows me."

"then develop a concept, and show her you. it can't be that hard. you could be like, i don't know, a bad boy?" he shrugs. "bad boy jimin sounds okay."

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"hey, jaynie." i say, pointing finger guns at myself in the mirror. i wink, but it comes out looking like a wince.

i try again. "hey, pretty baby."

no, not it.

"h-hi." i wave at my reflection. groaning, i tilt my head back in frustration and turn around, stalking back towards my bedroom.

bad boy jimin? i only know shy, awkward jimin.

"i'm never gonna be able to win her over."

"win over who, honey?" my mom says, poking her head out from my doorway. she pulls along a laundry basket, clearly struggling. "don't mind me, just doing the laundry, hehe." she giggles to herself.

i roll my eyes, going over to help her. without any effort, i lift the basket and dump it into the washer, making sure to correctly add detergent and shut the lid.

"i knew it was good to have a child at a young age, look how strong you grew up!" she pats my bicep and then suddenly pokes my abs.

"ow! eomma!" i whine, swatting her hand away. "you're so mean to me."

"gosh, the duality! what's wrong with you, huh?" she says. "one minute you're all buff and tough, carrying my heavy stuff, and the next minute you're whining at me."

"eomma," i whine more. "you raised me. this is your fault!"

"jimin, did i ever tell you that you were an accident?"

"yes," i roll my eyes once again. "you tell me everyday."

"well you were an accident that worked out for the better, but i will not take your attitude! go to your room."

"i was there in the first place, but i decided to help you with your laundry, so i guess i'll leave now." i sigh. because my mom had me so young, i guess she never learned how to punish me.

sitting back in my room, i ponder over the conversations my mom had with me recently.

"'the duality!'"

"'you'd never think that this muscular boy could be so cute,'" she had cooed to me last friday, pinching my cheeks. "'such a mochi.'"

then, an idea popped into my head.

bad boy jimin was going to be back in business.

but with a twist.

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some day
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a/n ^^ is the translation for the title. :) sorry for the late explanation. also, so close to 100 reads! i'll try updating more.