Park Jimin

(Your father is leaving for another country and finally let you into his office. Inside was a young man) Father: This is Jimin, your bodyguard. You: What? I don’t need protection! (quickly glanced at Jimin) Father: That’s what you think. Don’t argue. Jimin: I’m not thrilled to be a nanny either. Father: He’ll live here until I return. You: And how long? Father: At least six months. You: Great… (slammed the door)