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what a great day to start a morning. i open my phone and my eyes wondering among the countless apps i have to find the only one, 'wattpad'

i look at the clock, 10:03 am. still morning, mom and dad are obviously going to work since they are busy as hell and im the only one child that they ever had bc they're too busy to do the thing . oh u know what

not to brag but my family is wealthy. my dad works as an CEO of the new brand in korea and my mom as his personal assistant will always follow him wherever he goes.

last night i heard that they're going to Australia this weekend so that means im alone in this big freaking creepy shit house again. its creepy though. i mean, my house looks like the haunted house in most of movies. its not that my house is old or spidery or what. it just, ey you know that childhood story that there's something in big house that was supposed to be ghost.

i shakes my head to the left and to the right to make the thoughts go away. i shouldn't have thinking shit of my own house that i have lived, almost most of my youth were spent in this house.

i blink my eyes to focus on my phone. wattpad time is it. i open the story that i was currently reading. you have no idea how much stories i got in my phone. there was actually like more than 5000 and i just download the apps 3 months ago.

i never the person that likes to read and addicted to books like ew. why would books be your lover? you need oppa(s). and thats the reason why i read on wattpad. i read fanfictions that were wrote by every fangirls all over the world. im reading their imaginations and i feel it. that makes me addicted so much in reading.

i was about to read then i hear a rock falling like rain on my window. i look at my right which where the window is located and my eyes went straight to the open curtains and my neighbour's house.

which where the most annoying, disgusting creature, sarcastic as fuck and more ugly things human being ever lived at.

yes, it was the house with park jimin in it. and guess what? he's the one who'd been throwing rocks over to my window. luckily, my window was locked and only the only curtain was open bc if the window is open, then the freaking rock that the park jimin throw would've drop on my head.

i glare at my window and saw the park jimin gesturing me to open my window. i roll my eyes and continue focusing on my phone. ain't gonna dump my oppars bc of the lil shit park jimin.

and again, rocks are raining to my window and i groan. i stomp my feet to the window and before i can shout anything, a freaking medium size of rock fall on my head and i can hear jimin's gasp.

i close my eyes, control your anger, yejung. dont kill people. mom never told you to do that . and then i breath and open my eyes.

as soon as i open my eyes i can see that jimin is grinning from the other side and gesturing the symbol 'okay' with his small hand and i groan again. i glare at him before,

"what do you want park jimin, you lil shit" i swears. jimin being the usual playful human being he is, laughing at me. little did he know that i just called him shit and i dont think he knows the meaning bc he didnt even get mad.

and for some reason, he keeps on smiling showing me that perfect eyesmile owned by him and that arranged teeth he got. i shivered

why am i admiring his face

he still didnt reply anything and just throw a rope to me but not specifically at me since it drop to the floor and i roll my eyes again, knowing what he will do next.

"tie up the rope, yejung!" he shouted. poor my ears. almost everyday i wake up to hear that words from his mouth and i just felt like is this why i wake up . i roll my eyes before doing what he said and after im done he walk on the rope slowly with his arms wide open to keep himself in stable and then land on my room.

this is park jimin, he had the flexibility in his body and he's freaking acrobatic. idk why that i have this kind of people around me. he's so weird.

"good morning, yejung!" he chirps and it irritates me. i didnt reply him , i just walk to my bed, lay on it , pull my blanket to cover me and read fanfics.

then he takes my phone out of my hand that makes me stand up.

"park jimin, in the count of three, if you didn't give my phone back to me i will freaking cut off your dick" i firmly said and he just sticks his tongue out of his mouth

"not a chance, you should be normal back, yejung. reading is not your stuff" he speaks back.

he's right. to be very honest, we're actually best buddies. we used to be so closed to each other and everyday he comes to my house and play with me, we sort of like grow up together. we go to the same primary school and secondary school. but all of it changed after i started to liked kpop. i started to hanging around with my phone and ignoring jimin , i started to log in my wattpad and all of the playing things that i did with jimin, stopped.

after 2 months of ignoring jimin, i thought he would stop annoying me to play with him but he never. yet he still throwing the freaking rocks to my window and act as if we're still bestfriend. we had a lot of thing in common. his dad was a CEO too and his mom is a busy chef in a big grand hotel. his parents were rarely at home and so does mine. that's why he always hanging around in my house. i used to hanging around in his house too but since i started my kpop thingy. i didnt want to play with him, so i didnt come to his house. that's why he always comes to mine.

"yeah , reading is not my stuff in the past but it's my main thing now so you should really gimme back my phone bfr i push you out of my house" i replies in a sassy tone. im being sassy for sure.

and he sulks, he pouts and his cute big soft cheeks just points out and that irresistible plump lips of him make a frown.

he aint cute

"ow no! you freaking push me away yesterday and i wont let you push me again today" he fold his arms , hugging his body and smash the booty of him on my floor. sitting on it and sulks like a baby boy. he then throw my phone back at me and stay in his position.

"you could just take the chair and sit on it, the floor is cold" im trying to be nice and he still with his pout.

"nope. im sulking"

"okay then, suit yourself."

"yejungghhggggggghsjdkdrkmffmdm"

"WHAT?!"

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we end up sitting together on my bed since i cant handle him whining like a baby lost it's parent. im so done. we are both starring at my phone and he just read the fanfics quietly with me.

we always end up like this everyday. him throwing the rocks to my window, i open the window and got a kiss from one of the rock, him smiling and throwing the rope that he always use to climb in my room bc he claims that using the main door is too mainstream, him making the acrobats ways to get in my room, me laying on bed with my phone, him taking away my phone from me, me swearing and him sulking.

so this is how we ends.

"you always on that damn phone reading fanfics, do you like actually, wirte?" he ask and i shakes my head. my eyes were still glued on the damn phone moving left to the right to read every single words written in the fanfic.

"lets write a story. i'll help you with it" and that 5 words making me tilt my head and look at him. he was smirking but i bet he's being serious.

and the torture begins.
park jimin torturing me to write a damn story.

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how is this? ;-; im giving my best alr hehe