Jimin gasped inaudibly, fear overtaking his body. He didn't know what to do or how to act. But he knew the voice, it was so familiar. The person's voice tingled at the edge of his mind, tantalizing him, teasing him that he might not even know the person the self even if he was so close. Jimin grabbed his hair in frustration, and leaned in closer to the wall, whispering small words that may or may not have been heard. "Who is this?" And, "Are you okay?" Not to mention the repeated, "What's wrong??" Jimin grew tired but was too engaged to give up. He was formulating a plan. A bad and risky one might I add. Jimin changed into non dirty clothes that looked rather casual yet slightly work-like. Jimin combed his hair to the side, knowing it looked awkward but he was going for an awkward teenager. He grabbed his makeup pens and set to work. He then blended an overly tan concealer all over his body that could be seen, which felt disgusting, but it must happen. He then played dozens of little and big pimples all over his nose and cheeks, and the occasional forehead pimples that looked rather annoying. He then placed in some contacts that he'd always carry with him for no apparent reason. So here he was, a greasy haired, pimply, overly tan, "teenager". Jimin then marched (quietly) out of the room and next door. Jimin knocked rather loudly, and said in a deep voice with a thick Busan satoori, "Room service!" He nearly giggles at the absurdity of what was happening at the moment and what he was doing, but if he knew the voice this much and they were getting beaten up severely, then he must rescue them!
The door swung open, and he man wore a blue jacket, mask, gray joggers, and a black tub hat. Jimin remembered the description, and he checked everything off mentally, and when he came to the end he nearly had a heart attack but reasoned with himself that there were tons of people that wore this and he should investigate first. "I didn't know this shithole had room service.." The man muttered, Jimin chuckled nervously, only then realizing that he was sweating bullets underneath all the concealer, making him fell oily and the notion that this wouldn't help his concealer vaguely tan through his mind. "I'm just gonna check for some bed bugs and get you some more pillows and blankets and possibly some towels!" Jimin said, nearly forgetting his whole beginning accent. Before Jimin was allowed to enter, the man handed him a hundred dollars,
"Don't speak a word of what you see."
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Serendipity
Fanfiction{Third in the Epiphany Trilogy} In which Yoongi is a fanboy of a group called BTS.
