JIMIN'S HOUSE

"Jimin, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

The sleeping boy quickly lifted his head, staring at Jungkook as he stood there with his school bag.

"Can I help you?" Jimin ran his fingers through his messy hair.

"I told you I'd be outside waiting for you, why the hell are you sleeping?" Jungkook blankly stared at his friend.

"We don't have sch—"

"Yes we do." Jungkook dragged him out of bed, and threw him to his closet. "Change quickly, were late because of you."

"You know—" Jimin scratched his head. "School's not that important now that I think about it." He jumped back onto his bed.

"Jimin, I'm being serious." Jungkook rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, and so am I." Jimin mumbled. "Now shut the fuck up and get out of my room."

"Don't come crawling to me tomorrow when you don't have a ride to school." Jungkook scoffed.

"Oh shit." Jimin lifted his head. "I almost forgot, I need a ride tomorrow."

Jungkook slammed Jimin's door, before running down the steps and out of his house.

"The things I do for people." He muttered while getting into his car.

Jimin stretched, sitting up in his bed. Days like this were gold for boys like him. Both his parents are at work, which meant he could stay at home all day in nothing but his boxers and some of his dad's beer.

He jumped onto the living room couch and reached for the home phone.

"Thank you for calling Pizza Hut."

"Send me one cheese pizza."

"Can I have your name please?" The man asked.

"Bitch, you know my name." Jimin scoffed.

"Alright Jimin, I'll send someone soon." Namjoon chuckled.

Jimin threw the phone to the side as he laid back on the couch. He reached for the remote, raising the tv volume.

You are not the father!

"Yes!" Jimin knocked his drink off the table as he cheered for the man on the tv screen. "Take that bitch!"

Jimin groaned when the sound of the door bell interrupted his victory cheer. "Damn, it was just getting good."

He picked himself up and headed toward the door with his wallet in his hand. A young girl faced him once he opened the door. Her eyes trailed down to his, um yeah—

"I gotta say—" Jimin chuckled as he reached into his wallet. "Eleven dollars for a cheese pizza is so cruel."

"I—

"Don't think I'm tipping you either." Jimin raised his brow, before handing her a twenty dollar bill.

"I don't have your cheese pizza." The girl crossed her arms as Jimin gave her a blank stare.

"I'm sorry?" He lowered his brows.

"I'm selling cookies to raise money for the church down the block." Her hands held onto the bag she brought with her.

"Ah hell nah." Jimin snickered as he looked down at her badge. "Sora, is it?"

"Can't you read?" She scoffed.

"Damn." Jimin bit the inside of his cheek. "Listen, sorry to burst your precious bubble, but I'm not interested."

"I guess you're not a believer of Jesus then." She crossed her arms.

"Of course I am." Jimin scratched his head. "I think building that arc was really cool."

"I proved my point." Sora gave him a fake smile. "I appreciate your help. Now all those kids that need clothes and food won't get any."

"Wait." Jimin sighed as she took a step forward.

"Yes?" Sora pretended like this wasn't her plan all along .

"How much for one box?"

"15." Sora grabbed her clipboard, ready to take his name and donation amount.

"Why is it so damn pricey?" Jimin frustratedly hissed as he dug through his wallet. "I could buy three fucking boxes of thin mints for four bucks."

Sora quietly chuckled as he mumbled to himself.

"Here." He placed the twenty dollar bill in her hand.

"I'm sorry sir, we take exact change only." She handed him the money back.

"You're messing with me aren't you?" He smirked.

"No sir, I'm not messing with you." Sora briefly raised her brows. "We only take exact change."

"So it's all good if I pay you in quarters?" He leaned against the door frame.

"Sure." She shrugged her shoulders.

"Then come in, its gonna take a while." Jimin held the door open.

"You're a stranger." Sora pointed out. "So I'd rather not walk into your house and possibly get raped, or kidnapped."

Jimin blankly stared at her. "How old are you kid, twelve?"

"Eighteen." Sora narrowed her eyes.

"There's no way you're eighteen." He gave her a dumbfounded look. "Now you're just lying to me."

"Do you want to see my birth certificate?" She rolled her eyes.

"Baby, who do you think you're fooling?" Jimin chuckled as he looked her up and down.

"Don't—!" Sora pushed her hand against his bare chest. "ever, and I mean ever, call me baby again."

Jimin looked down at Sora's hand before glancing
at her with widened eyes. She quickly returned to her cheerful smile, and handed him the clipboard.

"Sign your name here please." She laid a pen on the form, and took a step back.

Jimin blinked a couple times before picking up the pen. He looked down at the name column, filling it out completely. He grabbed the extra change along with a ten dollar bill and laid it on the form.

"Alright." Sora pursed her lips as she took the clip board from Jimin's hands. "Your order will arrive sometime tomorrow."

"Wait, what?" Jimin put his arm out, so that she couldn't leave. "I want that shit now."

"Well—" She awkwardly moved his arm so that it wasn't in her way. "You're going to have to wait."

"I want a refund." Jimin shouted.

"Nope." Sora smiled. "You already signed your name, so it's official."

"Official my ass, give me back my ten dollars." He grabbed her wrist.

"Id let go if I were you." Sora raised her brow as a warning.

"What?" Jimin smirked. "Should I be scared?"

"A man like yourself, holding onto a girl like me, doesn't look to good, does it?" She looked down at his hand as he slowly moved away.

"Are you threatening me Sora?" Jimin scoffed.

"I'm only saying the truth." She remarked.

Jimin licked his lips, before glancing up at Sora again. "If you're not here by tomorrow, you're in trouble."

"I can guarantee your box of thin mints will be here tomorrow." She gave him a promising smile.

"Can you also guarantee that you'll be the one at my door step tomorrow morning." Jimin smirked as he saw her cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

"Um, I—thank you for your order." She quickly mumbled before running away from his door.

Jimin walked back into his house, and it seemed as though he couldn't get rid of that natural smile.

A/N: guys 😩 I lost all my readers to Holiday Affair, like where did you guys go? 😭