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hi, a few people are complaining about how i didn't translate the French words. I did that on purpose as if you guys were seeing it from Jimin's pov if that makes sense. Cause he obviously doesn't know what they're saying, so it fits his responses more. idk if i'm making any sense. sorry for the confusion lol.

"Je parle français, imbécile." The girl scoffed as she put her left headphone back in.

"Namjoon, help me out here." Jimin nudged his friends shoulder. "What'd she say?"

"She said—I speak French, you fool." Namjoon tried to keep a straight face as Jimin frowned.

"So you speak French huh—?"

"Oui, enfoiré."

"What'd she say—?" Jimin turned to Namjoon with pleading eyes.

"She called you a fucktard."

"You know, I've always known the French were awful people, but I didn't know they were this rude." Jimin mumbled as he crossed his arms.

Kara watched Namjoon as she waited for him to translate. He whispered in her ear, Jimin's exact words.

"Je ne savais pas que les Américains étaient si ennuyeux" She gave Jimin a sarcastic smile.

Namjoon choked on his laugh, bending over as his face turned a bright red. Jimin lowered his brows as he waited for the translation.

"I think you should figure that one out on your own, buddy." Namjoon confidently admitted.

Jimin rolled his eyes before glanced down to check his watch. "Great, eight more hours with little miss bitch over here." He muttered while laying back in his seat. "I'm taking a nap."

"Goodnight." Namjoon patted him on the back before letting him fall asleep.

ᴛᴡᴏ ʜᴏᴜʀs ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ

Jimin was still sound asleep, or so he thought. The quiet sound of laughter travelled through his mind as he began to slowly open his eyes. He blinked a few times, until his vision wasn't as blurry. Namjoon sat across from the beautiful French girl, as they both happily laughed together.

"tu es si amusant—!" She brightly smiled, before glancing down at her lap.

"Merci bien." Namjoon's dimples deepened as his lips curved into a smile.

"Look who's awake." Namjoon cooed as he playfully ruffled Jimin's hair.

"Bonjour." She gave a quick wave from her seat.

"Did she cuss me out again—?" Jimin turned to Namjoon for a translation.

"She said—good morning." Namjoon raised his brows.

"Oh." Jimin's shoulders sunk as he glanced up the girl. "What's your name—?"

"Comment tu t'appelles?" Namjoon translated for the girl.

"Kara." She answered shortly after.

Jimin tilted his head. "That doesn't sound French to me."

"tes parents sont Française?" Namjoon asked.

"mon père est Italien." She shrugged her shoulders.

Namjoon pursed his lips together as he drew his brows in. "So, you're not fully French—?"

She raised her brows.

"Oh sorry." Namjoon smacked his head. "vous n'êtes pas complètement Française?"

She nodded.

"Where'd you come from—?" Jimin sat up as he waited for her answer.

"Jimin, she doesn't understand you." Namjoon rolled his eyes. 

"Here." Jimin lifted his pointer finger as he reached through his pocket and pulled out his phone. "I'll just use google as a translator."

Kara's eyes became soft as Jimin sat beside her, letting his arm brush against her skin. He typed some words on his phone before attempting to pronounce them.

Jimin cleared his throat. "doo vens too—?"

Kara let out a soft chuckle as she watched him completely butcher his sentence. Jimin looked up from his phone as he heard her laugh. She quickly straightened her lips as he turned to her.

"what—?" Jimin raised his brow. "Did I say it wrong or something—?"

"Your pronunciation is terrible." Namjoon proudly answered for her.

"Here, type something." Jimin muttered as he handed the phone to Kara.

She grabbed his phone and began to carefully type in what she wanted to translate to English. After a few seconds, she held the phone in front of him, waiting for him to grab it.

"You are irritating." Jimin read back the translated words as a smirk appeared on his lips.

Jimin began to type with a smug attitude, certain these new words would get her back for what she said. See, he loves making girls feel flustered, so google translate can do just the thing. Soon, he finished typing and held out the phone to Kara.

In a split second, her slack expression turned into a panicked one. Namjoon furrowed his brows as he glanced over at Jimin with a questioning glare.

Kara frantically stood from her seat as she threw Jimin's phone into his lap. She grabbed a drink from a moving cart and poured it over his head.

"Va te faire foutre, connard—!" She shouted.

Kara stormed out of the cabin, but left all of her belongings on the seat. Namjoon glared at Jimin before demanding to see the phone.

"What the hell did you say—?" He tried to grab the phone from Jimin's lap.

"Google said it, not me." Jimin argued as he handed the phone over to his older friend.

"Jimin." Namjoon slowly shook his head. "You're a little pervert aren't you—?"

"What, that's how I flirt in the states." Jimin spoke as he shrugged his shoulders, causing more soda to drip onto his lap.

"You need to apologize to her when she comes back." Namjoon insisted.

"I heard calling someone cabbage in French is equivalent to saying cute in English, so maybe—

"Don't call her a cabbage." Namjoon warned him.

"Why not—?" Jimin crossed his arms.

"Do you even recall what you typed out into your phone?" Namjoon turned the phone to Jimin as the younger one read it out loud.

"Je veux te baiser de toutes les manières or what ever the hell that says." Jimin read out loud as he butchered the saying. "I don't see how that could possibly offend her. I'm hot and she's hot, so—

"wow—you're really having a war of hormones down there." Namjoon averted his eyes to Jimin's crotch. "Apologize, okay—?"

"Fine." Jimin rolled his eyes as he folded his arms against his chest. "Well, where the hell did she even go?"

"Maybe she's crying in bathroom after what you said to her." Namjoon sarcastically scoffed. "So maybe you should go check on her."

"I hate you." Jimin narrowed his eyes as he pushed the cabin door open and walked into the isle.

"Miss, can you show me to the bathrooms?"

Oui. Je vais vous montrer—!" The woman smiled as she led Jimin near the middle of the train.

"Bonjour." Jimin nodded his head, thinking he said thank you.

The woman pursed her lips in confusion before finally walking off. Jimin let out a deep sigh as he gathered up the courage to knock on the door.

"Listen—" Jimin pressed his face closer to the door, so that she'd hear his voice. "I'm sorry for what I said to you earlier. I didn't know you would find it offensive so I'm deeply sorry."

Jimin licked his lips in frustration as Kara didn't answer him back. "If it makes you feel any better, when I said I'd fuck you, it was a compliment to your beauty—

Jimin's eyes widened as a young girl stepped out of the bathroom stall, holding tightly onto her mothers hand. "Comment tu peux lui dire ça—!" The woman began to scream.

"I though she was someone else, I'm sorry." Jimin quickly fled away, when he bumped into another body. "Shit, I—"

Jimin's words slowly faded as Kara's eyes locked with his. He glanced over his shoulder and noticed the angry mother speaking to her husband.

"Come on—!" Jimin grabbed Kara's hand as he rushed to the end of the train.

A strangers leg tripped them both, causing Kara to topple onto Jimin. His back was to the floor as the beautiful girl was against his chest, both of them breathing heavily from all the running. She softly laughed, regretting doing so as she always liked to seem resilient and assertive near him.

Soon enough, the corners of Jimin's lips slowly rose as he gently swept the messy hair from her face.

"thats the guy—!" The woman pointed as she spoke to authorities.

ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ