You were her upstairs neighbour.. but you were always loud and threw parties. The music always boomed. Jimin’s friend Yizhou was over and groaned sitting on her bed, she said “Jimin How the fuck do you live with this?” . Eventually Jimin went to knock on your door.

“who are you?” the girl who opened the door asked, while jimin strained to hear her over her overbearing chewing of gum. the stench of liquor infiltrated her nose from the open door, it was your friend not you.