park jimin is my best friend for life.

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my mom and jimin's mom are best friends. 

and now jimin and i are best friends.

we basically grew up together.

jimin is older than me by exactly seven months. 

he makes me call him oppa.

sometimes i call jiminnie 'dongsaeng' to make him mad.

he has a younger brother named hyun min.

jimin's a good older brother.

he's like my older brother too; he's a very caring and kind person who is overprotective at times.

jimin's also a childish dork.

he loves meat and strawberry milk.

his favorite colors are blue, black, and red.

jimin is already eighteen.

he has his motorcycle and car license and rides to school.

jimin takes me along with him.

he's in his fourth year of high school like me.

jimin and i have the same classes together.

we study together at each other's places.

we go on family vacations together.

we celebrate holidays together.

we will graduate together next year.

we'll get accepted into college and maybe get separated.

jimin dreams of being an idol.

i dream about being an author.

i hope we won't be separated.

oh, there's jimin ringing the doorbell.

it's another day of school.

right, today is friday.

i finish my breakfast, put the dishes in the sink, and kiss my parents goodbye.

jimin is here to pick me up.

we're neighbors, by the way.

i put my shoes on and open the door to see my best friend.

he's leaning against the doorframe with smiley eyes and a big smile on his mouth.

jimin is so cute when he does that.

he says hello and goodbye to my parents, who also do the same.

we walk up to his motorcycle, and jimin hands me my helmet.

we get on and jimin says hang on tight.

i will. i said.

during the ride, with my hands wrapped around jimin's waist, i held onto his school jacket a bit tighter than i usually would.

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