Not Your Bias

Chapter 2

~Pari~

"I said could you please help me up? Or are you going to leave me here to die?"

Come back to your fucking senses Pari. He is talking. His lips are moving. Holy shit Park Jimin's lips are moving in front of me. OH god his lips! Stop thinking about his lips and concentrate on the words those pouty lips are trying to construct. Those lips. Those sweet, pink, sultry little motherfuckers. Stop. Just stop. Act unbothered. Calm yourself.

"You are not going die by being hit by a brownie. You still haven't answered what you're doing sneaking into my house."

"Hiding. I'm sorry if I scared you. I really didn't mean to." He gave up on me helping him get up and rose while dusting bits of brownie from his black v neck and black trousers.

"Wait. First tell me something. Are you who I think you are?"

"Are you with them?"

"I asked first. And with whom?"

"Those people. I thought you all left like 10 minutes ago."

"Still haven't answered my question. But no, I am not with whoever you're referring to."

He strode towards the pillar, put one elbow on it and rested his hand on his knuckles. Then swiftly looking at me with narrow eyes said in a rather dramatic manner, "Yes, I am who you think I am. Jimin..." pausing after every word to add to the drama. Then turning back suddenly and again turning towards me briskly, his face right in front of me, "Park Jimin...", now looking at his foot pretending to be shy, "the third maknae member of the world-renowned band Bangtan Sonyeondan."

I know, I know (in Monica tone). I so know who you are. But the question is, is this the reality. Am I dreaming? How on earth is Jimin standing in front of me. Stay calm. Breathe Pari, breathe.

"Okay none of all that makes sense. However, could you please move so that I can go inside my house." Because I need to fucking thrash my head against a wall in order to wake up from this dream.

"Yes please. Actually, a group of young, rather enthusiastic women and also men saw me waiting for my staff and started chasing me. I hid here and until they passed. Yet every now and then a couple of those people wander about this area looking for me. Umm...could i...umm...maybe...no forget it. Could you hand me a wet tissue or something to wipe my face? My manager sort of lost track of me and he said it'll take some time before he comes."

"Oh. Okay. I'll get you some wipes from inside. Just a moment." I rushed inside and vanished. Ensuring that I am well out of sight finally let out a breath. Then pressing my back against the wall screamed but let out only air and no sound. Then I grabbed the wet tissue packet, straightened my back, took five long breathes since I wasn't going to get any more after being back in his sight, tried walking back to the front door. Tried, I emphasize.

Jimin received the packet with both his hands as if accepting something holy and made a rather terrible attempt at wiping his face. After continued strokes of more than two wipes he stood there with all the gooey parts of the brownie in bits and places on his face. Not to mention his head full of little crumbs. Unable to hold it in any longer I finally gathered my courage to say, "I don't think it's coming off that easily. You could use my basin to wash it off. Besides your head is filled with brownie crumbs. You could...maybe...take a shower or something...I mean if only..."

"OH yes please. Could I? I wanted to ask you myself. You wouldn't mind, would you? These wet wipes weren't really any good"

"Yes come in." I said gesturing towards the half-opened door. "And don't blame the wet wipes. You were terrible at what I just witnessed right now. But again, there's only so much those tiny little paws you have for hands can do", I snickered as I led him inside.

"Hey, they are just a bit smaller than the average Korean male hand size!"

"Yes, sure, whatever you say."

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