The Life Of An Idiotic Couple | Park Jimin FF
Chapter 1: The Trouble with Love
It was an unusually busy afternoon at the BTS dorm. The sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting a warm glow over the space where the seven boys shared laughter, music, and memories. On this particular day, however, the focus was not on their latest album, but rather on the undeniable chaos between their best friend, Park Jimin, and his equally outrageous girlfriend, Marie.
Marie was a whirlwind of energy, a force of nature that Jimin had been helpless against. With her bright blue hair cascading down her shoulders and a mischievous glint in her eyes, she was unpredictable at best. The boys often joked that Jimin was the most "whipped" of them all, and everyone knew she had him wrapped around her little finger.
In the living room, Jin was flipping through a magazine while Jungkook played video games, their voices blending into a casual soundtrack of laughter and occasional trash talk. Suga was sprawled on the couch, chin resting on his palm, half-heartedly listening but mostly trying to catch a nap. Suddenly, the door swung open and in walked Marie, dressed in an oversized hoodie that hung just below her mid-thigh, her air of mischief radiating into the room like a sweet perfume.
“Surprise, losers!” she shouted, immediately gaining the attention of the boys.
Jimin, who had been sitting on the floor with his back against the couch, shot up like a jack-in-the-box at the sound of her voice. “Marie! You’re here!” He rushed over, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into a tight embrace.
“I know, babe. Shut up!” she laughed, playfully shoving him away after a moment. “We need to talk about your terrible taste in snacks!”
Jin, always one to play the peacemaker, raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong with his snacks? The chips are fine!”
Marie rolled her eyes dramatically. “Please, Jin. Those chips are basically cardboard! Jimin, how do you expect to impress me with your culinary skills when you can’t even pick a decent snack?”
Jimin puffed out his chest in mock offense. “Hey, those chips are gourmet compared to your idea of food! When was the last time you made something that didn’t come out of a box?”
“That’s not the point!” she countered, crossing her arms. “The point is you should be less of a weirdo and learn to appreciate fine snacks!”
“Fine snacks? What—caviar?” Jimin laughed, his dimples deepening as he teased her. “I’m not made of money, Marie! We live off instant ramen and leftover pizza!”
“Exactly!” she shot back, smirking. “And that’s why I’m trying to save you from a life of mediocrity!”
“Sounds like you need to sort out your food priorities, babe,” J-Hope chimed in, leaning his chin in his hands and watching their banter with amusement. “Or maybe it’s Jimin who needs saving?”
“Exactly! I’m on a mission here!” Marie pointed towards J-Hope, her finger wagging playfully. “And you’re helping, right?”
“Me? I’m over here just enjoying the show,” he chuckled, glancing at the others who were now fully engaged, watching the unfolding saga of their two favorite idiots.
“Why don’t you just cook for me then?” Jimin asked, pretending to pout. “I would love to have a home-cooked meal for once!”
“Are you suggesting that I ‘slavishly’ cook for you?” she retorted, placing her hands on her hips. “Last time I checked, I was not your maid!”
“Okay, how about I cook, and you can supervise my ‘masterpiece’?” Jimin suggested, batting his eyelashes in mock sincerity.
“Supervise? Like I want to watch you burn the kitchen down again!” Marie replied with laughter, referring to the last time Jimin attempted to make fried rice and ended up with a smoky kitchen and burnt pans.
As the laughter grew, Suga finally lifted his head from the couch, his expression equal parts bored and amused. “Just make sure you don’t end up on the evening news again. ‘Park Jimin’s Pancake Disaster!’ That sounds like a show I’d tune into,” he said dryly.
“Shut up, Suga! It was one time!” Jimin replied, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment.
“More like five!” Marie interjected, snickering.
“Okay, enough about my cooking abilities. When do we get to talk about your terrible taste in music?” Jimin launched back, trying to regain some dignity.
“Excuse me? My playlist is fantastic!” Marie declared dramatically, crossing her arms once more. “Have you even listened to it? It’s a mix of pure classics!”
“Classics? You mean ‘Despacito’ on repeat for three hours?” J-Hope asked, barely able to contain his laughter.
“Hey! That song is a bop!” she defended, a grin breaking through her faux-serious expression.
With a huff, Marie turned her attention back to Jimin. “So what’s the plan, genius? Am I cooking or are you?”
Jimin pretended to think, rubbing his chin exaggeratedly. “I say you supervise. I don’t want to burn the house down again.”
“Fine. But if I teach you how to make my special ramen, you better put your heart and soul into it!” Marie insisted, poking a finger into Jimin’s chest.
“I promise!” Jimin said, eyes sparkling with mock innocence. “With heart and soul, and a dash of my ‘Jimin charm!’”
“Oh please, spare me! Your ‘charm' can’t even save you from the kitchen!” she laughed, shaking her head in disbelief.
As the banter continued, the rest of BTS observed with chuckles and eye rolls. This was just another day in the whirlwind life of Marie and Jimin—chaos and laughter intertwined, a perfect representation of young love.
“I’m going to regret this,” Marie smirked, leaning closer to peck Jimin’s cheek. He turned his head at the last second, their lips brushing together briefly, igniting something both sweet and dangerously teasing.
“Yeah, you will!” he replied, his voice suddenly low and sultry, the playful atmosphere shifting ever so slightly as he hovered closer, a smirk dancing on his lips.
“Okay, okay, let’s not get distracted. You’ve got dinner to prepare, maestro!” she nudged him playfully, stepping back with a laugh.
Jin chuckled, shaking his head. “What did I tell you? They are going to be the end of us all.”
“Hey, I’m taking notes,” Jungkook said with a cheeky grin, “Just in case I ever need a cooking partner!”
“You should probably think twice about that,” Suga quipped, and the group erupted into laughter once more.
In the world of filtered Instagram photos and sparkling career trajectories, the chaotic and oddly endearing dynamic of Jimin and Marie was a reminder that sometimes, love was just as much about the mess as it was about the magic. It was bound to lead them into all sorts of absurd adventures—each more ridiculous than the last. And they wouldn’t have it any other way.
As they planned out their mishaps and misadventures, it was clear that this idiotic couple would always have the best stories to share, even if they occasionally made fools of themselves. And BTS, forever the loyal friends, were there to witness it all, laughing right along with them.