accidental mother | pjm

twenty-eight

then i looked over at the boy and winked. "don't worry fam. just lectured that bitch."

the boy was probably about to say, "are you one of our mental patients" when his nose scrunched up and his right arm formed an angle to cover his nose.

he was about to sneeze.

this was my chance. before he could say "ACHOO," i cracked my neck and legit flew over the harassed trash can and went for the ladies bathroom.

unlike my dreams and hopes, instead of landing on one foot and doing a backflip while dabbing aggressively, safely landing into a stall, i almost fell on my face and booty-bumped the sink.

that's right.

even during times like these, my booty will never stop abusing my everyday lovers.

"fuCK," i screamed, rubbing my butt. i just hope i wouldn't need booty surgery later.

then i locked myself inside a pee-scented stall and stood on top of the toilet while playing angry birds.

so yeah.

i stayed in that position for legit twenty minutes when my stomach grumbled, my legs turned numb, and when my bladder urged me to pee.

stomach > peeing > numb legs. gotta blast.

in a manner of a ninja, i spy rolled through the tiles and hid behind my good friend the trash can.

"grandma is going out. i repeat, grandma is going out." i said in my walkie talkie (my sock). then i spy rolled again to the nearest black and pink vending machine in my area.

i fumbled inside my pocket and pulled out my wallet. the coins inside shook as i jiggled it up and down.

"m&ms, you're gonna be devoured your mama, honeys," i said, licking my lips. i pressed on the letter + number combination to get out my m&ms and was about to insert my money in when someone beat me to it.

plop. the m&ms dropped, and before i could do anything, someone squatted as fast as lightning and took the pack.

"HEY, YOU LITTLE SWINDLE- oh."

the glasses boy was back. he twirled the m&m's pack around with his finger, which was pretty impressive.

"you can get this pack back after you answer my question."

he smirked.

"how did you know i was gay?"

-third person pov

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," shouted jimin. he started crying.

namjoon patted his back. "chill, dude. just because areum didn't get that gold star doesn't mean it was the end of the world."

"NOPE." jimin continued sobbing. "SHE WAS SO SAD, DID YOU SEE HER LITTLE FACE? I FEEL SO BAD I SHOULD HAVE FOUGHT THAT TEACHER, SHE DOESN'T DESERVE THAT MISTREATMENT I-"

"but areum dabbed when her bff got the gold st-"

"THAT DOESN'T MATTER."

hoseok started skipping towards jimin and stopped when he realized that jimin wasn't sweating aggressively, but instead was crying.

"park, are you ok?" he said. "are you crying because soo byul isn't here?"

jimin stopped crying. "oh, yeah." then he cried even harder.

shaking his head, namjoon walked over to hoseok.

"did you here anything about the escapee? the police really suck, they didn't even catch his ass yet."

hoseok slapped namjoon's cheek. "NO CUSSING."

jimin's phone started ringing while namjoon started screaming out fuck you. he wiped his tears and felt his heart harden as he realized that the phone call was from areum's teacher, mrs. kim.

"what the f- what is it?" jimin said. his voice was scarier than usual.

"MR. PARK. I- I NEED YOU HERE RIGHT NOW." mrs. kim screamed out.

jimin furrowed his eyebrows and forgot to act mad. "mrs. kim, what is it? is everything alright?"

he said nothing more as he heard sobbing noises on the other end.

"I- YOUR DAUGHTER- SHE..."

"what's wrong with areum? did she do something?"

"WE... WE RECIEVED A PACKAGE, IT WAS FROM A MAIL, DIRECTED TO AREUM, I DIDN'T KNOW, I DIDN'T KN-"

"WHAT THE FUCK IS IT?" shouted jimin, earning confused and worried stares from namjoon and seokjin.

"THE- THE PACKAGE THAT WAS ADDRESSED TO YOUR DAUGHTER-"

"yes?"

the teacher took a deep breath, and she didn't scream anymore.

"it was a gun."