dd supreme | jimin

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upon entering oona's house, which i had beaten her to. i tossed my bag onto the hallway table, kicking my shoes off and sliding on my house slippers. i was over here so much that i basically had my own stuff here, mr. and mrs. park weren't all that traditional. but you had to take your shoes off when entering the house, if not there was hell to pay.

i twisted my hair up into a sloppy high bun, dragging my feet into the kitchen. pulling out the milk, i go to the pantry to get the box of fruity pebbles. getting a bowl and spoon next, i pour my cereal then my milk.

grabbing a bottle of apple juice on my way out, i head upstairs to chill in the lounge room. no one ever used the downstairs family room, it was more of a showcased room. on the second floor is were we all hung out, there was this large room that was the family room/lounge room.

i was shocked to see jimin there as i opened the door, his phone pressed to his ear as he had a stern look on his face. his eyes meet mine, and he gives a cute smile.

this boy playing games.

i shut the door behind me, sitting on the couch opposite of him. sitting criss-crossed-apple-sauce style, i scooped a spoonful of sugary goodness into my mouth. picking up my phone beside me, i clicked the home button to see a few notifications.

three messages from mom, two from oona, an email from my science teacher, and a few social media notifications of new followers and comments. i quickly read my moms messages, telling her and dad to have a good day. then i read oonas.

"gone to pick up paper works from work, grabbing dinner with polly be home by nine." it read. i quickly replied back, and then checked my tumblr and instgram.

jimin groaning in annoyance catches my attention his phone now in his hand, he takes his cap off and runs his hand through his messy hair. setting the hat back on his head, he glances over at me.

"oona didn't come with you?" he asks.

i shake my head no, due to my mouth being occupied with food, i lock my phone and set it down beside me once again. swallowing my food, i lick my lips.

"said she's got papers to get and then she's grabbing dinner with polly." i inform him.

jimin moves to come sit beside me, laying down on his tummy he props his head on a pillow.

"guess we'll have dinner then." he states, mouth open wide.

i get a spoonful of cereal, bringing it to his mouth doing my best not to shake.

"cereal is not fixna be my dinner." i say, retrieving my spoon from him.

"daria, would i ever make you eat just cereal?" he asks.

i ponder the question for a moment, spoon held to my lips as i did so.

"yes." i quickly answer.

before he could say anything back to me, his phone rings and he gets up to grab it. i finish off my cereal and get up to go set it in the kitchen sink, while i was at it i went to oona's room to get some different clothes.

i had shit loads of clothes in her room, grabbing some yoga shorts i quickly pulled them up over my bum. exchanging my school shirt for something else, preferably a hoodie. which i could not find, i went to grab my phone to quickly ask jimin if i could borrow one of his. then realized i didn't have it with me and had left it in the lounge room, grumbling i decide to go ahead and let myself into his room across the hall.

not finding a hoodie, i decided to take a long sleeved green top. pulling the shirt over my upper body, i leave his room. walking back into the lounge room jimin was still on the phone, i pick up my phone from the couch and sit down on the floor leaning my back against the soft couch.

i had shit loads of texts, jayla from english had added me into a group chat. i would have ignored this if it wasn't for someone mentioning some weed they were selling, and well, i was flat out.

me: hey jay, swing by oona's. i got some papers.

jayjay: i can drop it off soon but give me some paper in return k?

me: sure.

locking my phone, i lay it on the coffee table. jimin ends his call, sitting down beside me.

"how about some tacos?" he asks me, referring back to dinner.

i shrug. "i could go for some."

"let's go then." he hops back up onto his feet, holding his hands out for me.

after getting my wallet and telling jayla to leave my package in the mailbox, we headed out the house. getting into jimin's range rover we drove towards the mexican restaurant, it was a small family owned place we dine at more than often. the food was the best and the owners were super nice and loved us.

i rest my feet on the dashboard, hands tucked between my legs to keep them warm. jimin was focused on getting music to play, his phone hooked to the aux cord. i took his phone out his hand, and he smacked his lips at my actions.

"i am not trying to die." i sass him.

i go through his playlist, deciding to listen to beyonce's lemonade album i lock his phone.

"you listen to this way too much." he chuckles.

"there's such a thing?" i shoot back, jamming along to hold up.

"how come you're home today?" i ask, meaning to do so earlier but forgot to.

"my scheduling got messed up, so they told me to sit out this semester and then i'll have the classes i want next semester." he answers.

"sucks." i comment.

he shrugs, "it's not so bad. i get a break from school, get to stay home and not stress over assignments."

we reach the restaurant, jimin parks the car then turns the motor off. i hop out, my bare legs being stung by the cold wind but i ignore it.

"tacos!" i sing obnoxiously while walking in.