kdrama // park jimin ✔️

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jaynie

"i think he really likes you."

"sí," i reply, playing 8 ball on my phone with jimin. "muy bien."

"eh, yo no hablan español."

"sí, muy bien." i don't look up.

"jaynie you took spanish for half a semester and you only know how to say 'i yes, very good.' give it a rest."

"no. yo muy bien en español."

"you suck."

"no, tú."

"oh my goodness fucking stop."

"no, tú."

"you suck."

"no, tú."

suddenly a boy's voice sounds in my ears. "no, jaynie you suck."

i look around frantically, looking for the source.

"what the frickle frackle?" i make a confused face, and mi-an holds up her phone.

at this point i'm offended that she has jimin in the phone AS IM TEXTING HIM. LIKE WHAT IS UP WITH THAT.

"stop cyber bullying me!" i whine, trying to grab her phone. "mi-an this isn't fair you butthole!"

jimin chuckles lowly, his voice sounding electronic. "i'm kidding, cutie. the only thing you'd suck would be my—"

i cut him off. "don't you dare finish that sentence."

"—lollipops..."

"sure, you were gonna say that."

"i was, did you think of something else?"

"i—" i'm cut off by the adorable idiot.

"too many dramas." jimin says, making a "tsk" sound.

at this point i'm feeling both offended and betrayed. "you can never watch too many!"

"sure."

"ask taehyung, then. he likes them!"

wrong move.

"it's always about tae, isn't it?" he says angrily.

"what the fuck are you on about, park?"

"nothing. i'll see you around, yeah?" he ends the call abruptly.

mi-an "oooo's." "shit just went down." she says, putting her phone into her back pocket.

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just imagining this right now