It was loud and piercing. The sound shattered the calm of the night and it seemed to broke the comforting and warm bubble enveloping the bedroom. The crying of the baby was so sudden it immediately woke up the young lady sleeping in the room. She tiredly stood up and walked to the cradle where the young boy was screaming and kicking around. He was simply hungry. The woman took her son in her arms and walked to the kitchen. As soon as she finished feeding him, he fell alseep. She fondly tucked him back in his little bed, and kissed him at the top of his head before going back to sleep herself. She laid down on her bed and stared at the fluorescent stars glued on the ceiling for a few minutes. She then turned around, and slithered next to her husband who was sound asleep.
One morning a few years later, it was the boy's first day at school. She kneeled in front of him and readjusted the sticker where the name Park Jimin was embroidered. She kissed him goodbye and watched her husband leave the house with the young boy while the both of them were holding hands. And as she contemplated them, she thought that she loved them very much and that she'd do her best to give her son Jimin a good life.
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Slice of Life
FanfictionJimin enjoys his simple life. Only, he tends to lost himself in his thoughts too much sometimes and likes to think about the past. Or a book telling Jimin's life's anecdotes in brefs chapter and stories. /started in august 2019/english is not my m...
