Jimin is BAE

JIMIN OPPA?!

     On one fine day I sit on my bed. It's a beautiful cold winter in the north, with crisp white snow hitting the ground. I look at my beautiful Jimin poster, next to my Jimin mug and hat. Where I notice a light on the Zit of the off guard picture I took of him at Kcon New York. Next thing I know it gets bigger, bigger, and even more bigger. As I'm looking at this I see a body figure of white sparkly light start to form. I nearly spill my hot coffee and my Jimin mug. "OMG" I say "YOU STUPID WHITE LIGHT! You almost made me drop my mug." Then suddenly I hear a deep sexy ass voice call out "Mwo?" I kinda peed my pants when I heard this, then before I knew it I started sweating bullets. Then I see him in the full skin arm flesh. Then I see something the size of the Empire State Building come out of his pants. "IS THIS A DREAM?" Let's just stop there with that part. Let's just say he was very Vulgar, *licks*. Then he starts talking in South American. Wait.....your wondering why South American. Then ask that to bae fantasy Jimin. I don't understand a word he says as I gaze into his sparkling eyes. Then suddenly he just poofs out in the middle of the South American conversation. And then I'm just siting here like WHAT THE FUCK! "JIMIN ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" I say. I throw my phone at the wall and then this story just sends. Yet how am I still writing this if my phones broken anyway.
I lived in suspense for the rest of my my life.
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                                The End.