Monday

9am

Not slept in: 24hours 12 min and 34 seconds

Current snack: two boxes of Pringles-original, sweet and sour flavoured; homemade caramel popcorn; and a cookies and cream ice cream tub, extra large.

Currently doing: watching kdrama

Jimin is a huge fan when it came to kdrama. The romance and the heart aches of wishing for such handsome men to turn up into your lives seemed impossible for Jimin. Considering that he never talks to anyone besides his Dog, Winston (totally did not just added my dog into my fanfic. *coughs* totally the first time. #stanmydogwinston ) and like only two people at school.

His little cheeks were puffed from the tight covering of his wrapped up, grey, soft blanket. His hand awkwardly bent every time he went to grabbed a Pringle, trying to prevent the cold to pinch onto his skin. His arms looked like a dinosaur's miniature arms.

Jimin always loved that certain temperature that makes you squeal and shuffle around to enjoy the moment.

Not noticing his mum coming into his room because of the loud blast of his earphones that is connected to his phone, playing the kdrama; Jimin was surprised by the most horrific glimpse he saw.

Daylight.

He hissed and covered his eyes by stretching his hands towards his window, acting like a vampire about to witness himself burning to death with only his ashes remaining. "Get up you blood-sucking lazy ass son."

Jimin turned off his phone and whined at his mom. Before he could complain with a long string of random, non-existent swear words, his mum pushed him by her foot, unraveling the perfect blanket wrap he made that took him nearly forty minutes.

Jimin back head and plumped ass met his cold carpet and he groaned. "AWWW whyyyyyy did you do that?!"

His mum threw some clothes that made his mum think he would look handsome in but would end up looking one of Santa's elf's puke. "We have new people living in our rented rooms. Hurry son hurry."

Jimin's mother was a landlord of what you would call, a mansion. That's what she calls it but in jimin's and everyone else's eyes it was a simple, over-medium sized home that had multiple rooms and did not look modern and fancy at all. All rooms besides jimin's room was not refurnished since the 60 or 70's giving it an old western style since one of Jimin's grand parents loved American's style during that time.

Leading back to the topic, Jimin couldn't honestly care less. They usually were some drunk or stoned bloke that had no support from his family or a person that was recently divorced. He had no clue why he had to look nice for some depressed old man that would probably hit on his single mother.

Jimin wore his bunny slippers and took off his current shirt and pyjamas pants he wore and just put on an over large jumper that met to his white thighs. He rubbed the back of his head, adding a long yawn to go with it as he tumbled his way down the stairs like a awkward bird trying to balance.

His eyes was not fully open after seeing sunlight. It took longer than usually for his eyes to adjust the sun because he was in the dark for too long.

He went to the kitchen and took out some water and started to make a breakfast for one, scrambled eggs on toast for his mum. He already stuffed himself with Pringles so he didn't bother about himself. Sitting on the kitchen counter, Jimin patiently waited for the toast to finish.

Hearing footsteps coming down the stairs in a rush, Jimin lazily turned his head and looked at his beautiful mother. Jimin's mum placed one hand on her hip and the other hand up high, making it look like she was holding a tray. "How do I look?" She asked with excitement and concern all bundled into one.

"Beautiful as always mum." His mum grinned and walked up to her son squeezing his nose. She smelled the eggs and turned her head. "Aww thanks little one."

Jimin frowned at that nickname. Little one. I'm not little. I'm s big grown boy with a resonable size down below. Jimin nodded his head proudly at that thought and believed he was definitely a man that could dominate anyone.

Anyone.

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Jimin's mum stuffed her son some eggs down his throat. "Eat child! I want my son's chubby cheeks back. Give them backkkkkk!"

Jimin was suffocated by food and waved his mum away. Jimin frowned his little face as he chewed the large amount of food, making his cheeks puff out.

"I wanna look manly not like a baby."

His mum chuckled and patted his cheeks. "You are still my little baby boy."

Jimin sighed, not bothering to fight back, knowing that his mother's mind won't change.

She put half the food that he cooked on the plate and took a small bite.

Ding dong

His mum looked at the door and then looked back at Jimin. She smiled. "They are here." She sung with joy. She always was like this when there was someone new to rent a room. It would mean that she would get money and spend it on something important, food. And other useless belongings that don't need to be mentioned.

She noticed that jimin was not wearing what she asked him to and flicked his head. "Go and change." Jimin sighed and nodded his head. He walked out of the kitchen, following his mum and separated their paths.

Jimin didn't change but went to the couch to turn on the TV, cuddling some of his cute plushies he usually leaves around.

"Oh my- ah welcome. I'm Mrs Park, the landlord."

Jimin heard her mum's voice and heard her little shock. Knew it. Some drunk guy.

"Jimin!" Jimin groaned and as his body slid down, ending to the floor, laying flat. He got up and walked to his mum.

He strutted like a child, attempting to run but would fall face flat if he did. He looked up at the front door and saw them.

"Honey, this is Taehyung and Jungkook. They will both be moving into our two empty rooms. This is my son, Jimin."

Jimin blinked multiple times and rubbed his eyes. He leaned in a little further towards them and stared at them.

Holy shit