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Clothes strewn around the floor, 6 empty cans of beer littering his nightstand. Clear signs that the buzz Jimin is feeling, is pretty real. He rolls around in his bed, trying to find a comfortable positioj to lie in. His phone is between his chubby fingers as he checks his official Twitter.
They dubbed him Korea’s sweetest angel since his debut, something he didn't have a problem with normally. But right now Jimin hates it. He hates that he is the sweetest angel, because that isn't how he feel right now. He feels like a big, fat failure. Right now he is in a slump. They are working on his first full length album, something Jimin himself had asked to participate in. Boy was he wrong to do that. Since his debut he had helped with all his songs, one way or another, so it wasn't a surprise to the company that he wanted to put his all in this album. He adored his fans for being so supportive towards him, and this was supposed to be his way to pay them back for being with him for almost 2 years now. His tribute. But all it seemed now was a failure.
He clicked the new tweet icon and started writing out his feelings in regards to the long awaited album. Something he deep down knew, behind the drunken haze that he shouldn't but right now needed to do. He ended up deleting it and written it a few times before it felt good enough. Without thinking of the next day or what complications he might get out it, he pushed the post button. Now it was out there, in the open, for all his fans to see. What a failure he was. He sighed deeply and put an arm over his eyes. Soon he drifted into dreamland, worries long gone.
Next morning he is shaken awake by his manager, Jung Hoseok. “Jimin-ah, we need to talk” He tries to sound stern, but it doesn’t last for long, before he starts whining instead. “Jiminnie, you need to wake up. I got to have a talk with you, or so the management says. They didn’t really condone the message you tweeted last night.” He states softly, feeling really sorry that a young, genuine talent like Jimin had to suffer under this big pressure he put on himself.
Jimin being a tad hungover from yesterday’s bottles, and lack of sleep, just grunts and turns around, showing his back to Hoseok.
“Aish, don’t be like this Jimin” Hoseok stands up, at the brink of giving up. “Jimin, I’ll give you 5 seconds or I’ll have to fetch a bucket of water.”
Jimin sits up hurriedly before looking at the elder, eyes groggy and small. "No please hyung, I am up. Don't fetch water." He shakes, alone the thought of being drenched in cold water like last time he had tired sleeping through Hoseoks pleas. "What did you want to talk about?" He asks as he stretches his body, getting all the kinks out of his body after having slept.
"The tweet you posted last night Jimin." Hoseok lets out a deep sigh as he sits on the edge of Jimins bed, ready to show Jimin the evidence of his drunken escapades. "I know you're in a slump about the album, but you know that the management doesn’t want you to post all too personal stuff on your official Twitter. And they did deem this post a little too personal." He lays a hand on Jimins neck, softly stroking the hair on his nape in a calming manner. "It's hard Jimin, but we'll manage. I promise, as your friend and manager." The supportive smile that etches onto Hoseoks lips has Jimin smiling back softly. "Thanks hyung." He leans his forehead against Hoseoks forehead and wallows in his natural body heat.
“Even with your flaws, people still love you Jiminah.”
Jimin can’t help the blush that spreads on his chubby cheeks at the elders words. “I-I know hyung. But thanks for reminding me. I think I needed that.” He looks up at his manager, sending him a grateful smile. Hoseok sends him a smile back before opening his mouth again to tell the boy about today’s agenda. “Your schedule is empty today, so I’ll be taking my leave in a minute or two, unless you want me to stay.” Hoseok states, his hands playing with Jimin’s fingers, something he always had a habit of doing. A habit that started a long time ago and stayed.
“Well, I think you would like to visit a certain blonde haired guy, don’t you hyung?” Jimin teases as he looks directly at the elder, a shit eating grin etched upon his full lips.
This time it’s Hoseoks turn to get red cheeks. “o… I.. yeah, I should, shouldn’t I?” He grins and turns to leave. “Call me if you need anything.” He hugs Jimin and leaves his apartment shortly after.
Jimin giggles softly and shouts a bye before glancing to his phone on the night stand. He had to get around deleting the actual tweet and making an apology to his fans, telling them not to worry. He grabs the mobile device and pushes the home button. The light from the screen hurting his hungover head. A groan escapes his lips as he opens the twitter app, seeing lots of new notifications and mentions to his latest tweet. He sighs deeply, reading a few, before deciding to actually delete the damned mistake of a tweet.
A bunch of new notifications pops up before he deletes it, his curiosity sparked again. He clicks the notifications and starts reading all the encouraging messages. On stands out though, as he scrolls past it. He stops and scrolls up again, stopping at the eye-catching message from a guy presumably called Kim Namjoon, with a ridiculous twitter handle, @RapMonster. Jimin can’t help but to snicker at it, not sure if the person is in his right mind. He stops his small chuckles and looks at the message. He re-read it a few time, before really getting what the other is offering him. He drops the phone down in his boxer clad lap, not understanding it.
He picks the phone up again and looks at the tweet to see if it’s still there. “He wants to give me a song?” He mumbles and scratches his head. He clicks on the others name, ending up on his profile. He reads the small description under Namjoon’s picture. “Professional producer and song writer?” He clicks his tongue and chuckles. Everyone could state that about themselves in their twitter description. But something about the twitter pic and the others, maybe, honest message intrigued the idol. Clicking the message button below the others description, he pushes in a short message.
“@OfficialParkJimin – Are you really serious about the song?”
He closes the app and get out of bed to take a bath, not wanting to wait around for the other to reply, since he wouldn’t know if he were online or not.