The Life Of An Idiotic Couple | Jimin ff
Chapter 1: The Morning After
The sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the small, messy apartment that Marie and Jimin called home. The remnants of last night’s wild party were scattered around — empty bottles, half-eaten pizza slices, and a questionable pair of shoes that definitely didn’t belong to either of them.
Marie groaned as she rolled over in bed, blinking against the light. Her hair was tangled, a mess of curls and chaos that matched the state of her mind. As she sat up, she caught sight of Jimin sprawled across the other side of the bed, drooling slightly on the pillow… or was that pizza sauce?
“Jimin! Wake up!” she exclaimed, throwing a pillow at him with a laugh.
He stirred, smacking his lips in confusion before finally opening his eyes. “Mmm… Marie? Is it morning already?” His voice was thick with sleep, and he squinted at her as if she were the sun itself.
“You mean you don’t remember last night? We had a party, remember? With all the dancing and terrible karaoke?” Marie replied, trying to suppress her giggles.
Jimin rubbed his face, finally sitting up and running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Karaoke? I remember you singing ‘I Will Survive’ like you were a backup singer for Beyoncé.”
“You’re just jealous because I hit those high notes better than you!” she shot back, grinning smugly.
Jimin raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk spreading across his face. “High notes? More like cat screeches. I was just thankful the neighbor didn’t call the cops on us.”
Marie threw her arms around him and pulled him closer. “Oh, come on. You have to admit I’m the star of the show! Speaking of shows, do you remember that one guy who kept trying to hit on you? He could barely stand up!”
Jimin chuckled, pretending to be serious as he mimicked the guy’s slurred speech. “Hey there, pretty lady. Wanna dance… if you can keep up?” He leaned back, flashing a grin that made Marie laugh even harder.
“Exactly! You handled him like a pro, though. I thought you were going to punch him!” Marie teased, nudging him playfully.
“Please, I’m way too pretty to be throwing punches. I just dazzled him with my good looks.” He flipped his hair dramatically, earning another round of laughter from Marie.
Their playful banter was suddenly interrupted by a loud, grumbling noise from Jimin’s stomach. He looked down, his cheeks flushing. “Um, I think my stomach is trying to communicate with me. Do we have any food?”
Marie’s eyes glinted mischievously. “Are you sure it's food you’re hungry for? Because I think I could whip something up if you’re feeling a little… adventurous.”
“Oh, Marie,” he said dramatically, clutching his heart. “Are you suggesting that we should begin our day with… breakfast in bed?”
“Why not? But instead of regular breakfast, let’s make it a little more entertaining.” She wiggled her eyebrows, leaning in closer. “We could have pancakes, but only if you promise to flip them while singing ‘Stacking Up Those Dreams.’”
Jimin burst into laughter, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re insane! But I kind of love it.” He threw off the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed, finally ready to face the day. “Okay, you deal with the pancake situation; I’ll get the coffee going.”
“Deal! But I want my coffee with a side of whipped cream and a cherry on top,” Marie demanded with a wink.
“As if I’m your personal barista! I’m not running a coffee shop here,” he retorted, grinning at her antics. “What do you think I am? Your slave?”
Marie pouted playfully, crossing her arms. “Well, I mean… you are the one who’s keeping me up all night with your charming face and convincing dance moves.”
Jimin feigned offense, one hand on his chest. “How dare you use my charm against me? Now it’s a matter of honor! I will redeem myself with breakfast fit for a queen.”
As they both stumbled to the kitchen, the bond between them was palpable. The fun, light-hearted banter; the easy flow of their conversation; the warmth of their shared laughter. Life as an idiotic couple was, in its own chaotic way, everything they dreamed of.
“Just promise me that if we burn the pancakes, you won’t blame me,” Marie said, grabbing the mixing bowl.
Jimin raised both hands in surrender. “I promise, but only if you promise to take responsibility for the smoke alarm going off!”
“Deal!” she shouted back, an impish smile on her face.
As the chaos of their morning unfolded — flour everywhere, spilled milk, a few accidental fights over who got to whisk the batter, and an unbelievable amount of laughter — one thing was clear: they were incredibly clumsy, undeniably ridiculous, but absolutely perfect together.
And unbeknownst to them, this whimsical morning was only the beginning of a wild adventure filled with more shenanigans, late-night escapades, and utter failed attempts at adulting. Their life together might be idiotic at times, but it was theirs, and they wouldn’t have it any other way.
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