|KIM JISOO X BTS ONESHOTS|
|A/N:The following characters in this book are absolutely not what I'm going to show them as in real life. They all are completely different in reality so no need to freak out or anything. This is just a fictional work of...
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-JIMIN's POV- The sound of the doorbell echoed around my apartment as I took a deep breathe to calm my nerves down.
Don't scare him or you might never see him again
Myinner self threatened me and I pulled on a gentle smile on my lips before finally opening the door.
And there stood the little creature which I was dying to see since seven years.
"Annyeonghaseyo. My name is Park Jihun, I am seven years old. Hope we'll get along well in the future."
He bowed politely with a blank expression yet the way he spoke reminded me the child version of myself.
My heart warmed as I started to look carefully at his small features, memorising every single thing of him which were like a replica of mine, but suddenly felt my body shivering when my gaze landed on his eyes.
His eyes...
They looked like hers
Those dark brown eyes were gentle and peaceful to look at. They swirled with lots of emotions yet he managed to hide them by blinking time to time.
His eyes resembled hers in the most beautiful way
"If you don't mind can I please come inside?" He asked like a good kid he is, looking up at me and I nodded immediately after realising that I was still making him stand in front of my doorway.
Bowing again slightly he walked passed me making me to coo at him on my mind after noticing the way he walked.
He even walks like me!! God I've been never soo happy like today!
"Uhm d-do you want to eat anything? L-Like pizza or burger o-or drinks?" My voice shook in nervousness and I mentally cursed myself for stuttering in front of my own son.
"Thank you for asking but I don't like to eat junk foods in the afternoon. Milk would do fine." He answered calmly while removing his bag-pack from his shoulders and putting it on the couch.
I nodded almost immediately before going to the kitchen and coming back with a glass of milk on my hand.
"Thank you." He said while taking the glass from my hand.
I stood there still, looking at him with an admiring smile on my face as he took small sips from the glass while having a calm expression on his face, which I am getting used to by now.
After Seven Years...
After seven years I am finally able to meet this ball of sunshine.
