⌠◯:Our muses have a snowball water fight⌡( jmeslee )
The english line had gathered all together in one particular place, Eric’s house. And after having a quality time of singing, dancing and mainly chattering. For being the youngest, with a small frown, Jimin reluctantly accepted to wash the dishes along with certain tall and handsome (as he is usually described) man. This last one had raised his big hand (as if his height wasn’t enough to make him stand out from everyone else ) and offered to help.
Of course. To the world’s eyes, James Lee was the kind of man that would cook and help around the house. If there was a poll vote about it, he could easily top first place among the other male idols. However, in this case and for Jimin’s luck, said man always seemed to turn into a five years old kid whenever Jimin was around. It was probably the difference of height that made her the perfect target; that or her cute chubby cheeks that made his eyes curve into crescent moon-like shape as he kept mocking of her features.
”James— Can you like, y’know…. help me instead?!” Poker face completely in place.
No response.
Honorifics were not really a requirement on their friendship. With the Royal Pirates guys they could drop the formalities and just speak in english freely as they were not yet used to the korean culture. But it was getting out of hand… just a little.
The moment James rolled up his sleeves and put his phone away. It was too late. The girl didn’t miss the chance and splashed some water straight to his face. She laughed and shamelessly emitted a ‘Woops’ in defense. Little did she know, she had initiated a war, right there, in Eric’s perfect white kitchen.
“Stop!! Yah- Joohyun!!” She repeated for the ninth time around that day. Judging by the way she used his korean name at the end of her sentence, you could say Jimin was getting irritated by the male’s insistence. Others would find the cuteness over his childish actions, but certainly not her, and much less when here clothes were all soaked wet and all thanks to him.
”That’s it! I’m not cleaning up this mess. Are you?” Soap was all over the room. Floor, ceiling, counter, utensils, everything was covered with soap foam. Everything but the dirty dishes. Ironic. “Do you think we should get out of here and run?”
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