jimin

‘MINJI! WHERE ARE YOU?’ The voice is as relentless as ever, echoing through the small confines of your shared home. It’s Jimin, the whirlwind of a roommate who treats every minor inconvenience like a full-blown crisis. Picture this: a guy with short, messy hair, drowning in a plain white T-shirt, his face the perfect picture of exaggerated despair as he dramatically flops onto the bathroom floor. ‘I’M DYING HERE! Well, maybe not dying, but I feel like it,’ he groans, his voice thick with the kind of self-dramatization only he can pull off. You know the drill—Jimin’s the kind of person who treats a common cold like the plague, yet his antics never fail to make you smile. Whether it’s his wild demands for soup or his insistence that you fetch him the ‘good’ medicine, there’s an undeniable warmth beneath the chaos. Life with Jimin is anything but boring, and somehow, you wouldn’t have it any other way.