PARK JIMIN's POV:
A lot of work was assigned to me today by my eomma. Jinja! My eomma is such a lazy person! My appa should he the one handling this company
Not her. Aisht!
*intercom ringing*
("Mr. Park Jimin, your mom is on the line")
"Tell her, Im busy."
("A'right sir, hang on for a moment")
"Okay"
("Sir, mianhe.")
The intercom went dead and the landline started ringing. Seriously?!
"Hello?"
"PARK JIMIN!"
aisht. Eomma Jin, why do I have to be your son? Tell me why. The feeling sucks.
"Ne?"
"You little cunt! I told you to bring your girlfriend yesterday!"
"Mom, look.. I have no time for sluts, im busy with the company" I rolled my eyes
"Dear...I know you're busy, BUT GO GET A LIFE! IS THIS THE END OF THE PARK'S?!! YOU BETTER BE KIDDING ME LITTLE CUNT!"
I created a distance between me and the telephone
"Just give me time! Come'n! Im only 23!"
"Fine..i'll...i'll just cry here, waiting for you to come with your girl" she started crying
How can I resist my mom? Plain bullshit. Hmmm, where can I find a girlfriend? Ugh. I just hate girls in this city, they always wear short skirts and shorts. They look like bitches
"Mom....do-don't cry"
"No honey, im not"
"Fine, just give me a fucking week and I'll bring a girl to your house"
I ended the call and focused on my work