Sunshine - Chapter 8 Everyday Life
Bujeon station was business as usual. The usual hustle and bustle, the click clack of heels, the checking of watches, and the pushing of people to get to places. Jimin certainly did not enjoy this hustle and bustle, but he could live with it.
“Jimin!”
Jimin huffed.
He could hardly live with yoongi.
“What do you want.” Jimin said monotonously.
“Your number.” A mischievous smile was plastered on Yoongi’s face.
“Absolutely not.”
“Awwww, please? I wanna get to know you.”
“Nein.”
“Pretty please?”
“No.”
“Pretty please with a cherry on top?”
“The appearance of the please makes no difference.”
“Pretty please with THREE cherries on top.”
“Your request for Park Jimin’s number has been declined. However, please do not try again.”
“You’re such a dark cloud.”
Jimin narrowed his eyes at Yoongi.
“We don’t always have to be an annoying sunshine like you.”
“You’re calling me a sunshine! That’s sweet.”
for visiting.
“Annoying.”
And then Yoongi began singing the tune of You are my Sunshine.
Horribly.
With made-up lyrics.
I am your sunshine!
I’m Jimin’s sunshine!
I made him ha-
Jimin glared at him. The commuters were all staring at them – one singing loudly – practically yelling, if you asked Jimin, – like a five year old and the other shooting lightning sparks at the five year old.
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Aren’t they longer?
