"Liz how many times did I tell you to leave that goddamn phone!" My mum howled as she opened the door to my not so clean room. Not wanting to cause a scene I quickly text my friends goodbye and throw the phone away sitting up straight in bed. Her apron barely hugged her waist which has enlarged from giving birth way too many times. Sweat dripped from the side of her face as her neon yellow gloves squeaked together.

"I am not some kind of maid you know! I won't keep cleaning and cooking for all of you while you enjoy the privilege all day!" And with that she slammed the door shut soon followed by her footsteps Marching downstairs. Not long after, I heard dad comforting her - or trying to.

I sighed to myself as I picked up my phone once more. Noticing no one was online anymore I checked instagram.

I smiled as I double tapped the post. Park jimin was truly one of the few things that made me happy. I loved everything about him. I loved him so much that sometimes I wouldn't see him as a human. He was too good to be true. Or at least that's what I thought. I truly believe anything could happen, and if one hopes for the best then the best may descend upon him.

I know what I want.

I want peace

I want happiness

I want love

I want...

Park Jimin.