"That bulgogi was to die for!" I exclaimed in happiness and expressed my undying love of food about the lunch I just had outside the college campus with my best friend Yoorae.
"I know right! But it cost me a fortune."
Yoorae, the forever penny pincher didn't feel the need to repress her emotions about spending too much money on food. Her money. She said, "But at least now you won't bug me about treating you."
Another thing about her that doesn't let unattended matters hang in the air. The sooner the better, her motto in life doesn't collide well with the procrastinator me but I didn't complained about it now. Anything about free food and I'm all in for it.
I chuckled. "You and your boyfriend just made it official. It's a big thing. Do you think I'll let you go with just one meal?"
She gasped hitting my arm. She definitely doesn't like spending her money. "Kim Aera! Do you want to make me poor? We still haven't paid the rent for this month."
"Don't worry about it Yoorae. I made some money by babysitting Pilgu." I patted her back while she frowned. Now she might not like using money on things more than necessary but letting me pay for her is much worse to her. Being the older one between us, she feel she's entitled to look after me but that's far from truth. Usually it's the opposite but she'd die before she admits it.
"I still have to give my part. We're sharing the apartment remember?"
"Yeah. I know." I smiled at her. Arguing with her over this would be futile anyway and after such a lovely meal, I don't want to ruin our happy mood.
It's been a month and a half when I shifted to Seoul from my hometown, Daegu. It was such a relief when I came to know that I passed the interview for Seoul school of arts.
Yoorae has been with me since day one and knew her way around enough to rent us an apartment near our university. She was an year older than me and lived in the university hostel in her freshman year, which she, on multiple occasions implied that was the worst experience of her life. Not only her roommate wasn't much of a compromising person but also the sharing the common hostel bathroom didn't appeal much to her.
I shuddered every time I thought about living in a situation like that.
Luckily, my roommate got along with me very well. Well having a best friend of 9 years as a roommate has it's perks in itself but she's also very competent. She's been working at a convenient store as a part timer to pay for the rent and expenses with only a little help by me but that was about to change soon. I've been looking for a better part time job for myself and things were getting brighter in that part. Just recently I was informed for an interview for a receptionist in an interior designer shop.
Luckily on certain days of the week, we two had break at the same time so we often went out to eat together(if we didn't have homemade lunch).
By the time Yoorae and I got back, there was still some time left so she decided to meet her boyfriend and I preferred to go to my next class. Nothing wrong with spending some early minutes in an empty class right?
Now don't get me wrong. I very much liked Namjoon, Yoorae's boyfriend but what I disliked was being a third wheeler. So usually, I tried to steer away from the gushy mushy couple who were still in honeymoon phase.
While going to our different destinations I spotted a handsome boy sitting in the cafeteria, on a table and talking to a girl in front of him on a chair, whose back was to me. Something about the boy struck me and I wasn't able to look away for a second too long.
The chocolate brown hair boy kept leaning towards her and whispering something in her ear. I couldn't hear what he was saying from the long range distance but the way the girl was fawning told the whole story.
Just another couple. Nothing new. There's an army of them swarming the college campus.
I wanted to drag my eyes away from the boy but couldn't seem to do that. It was as if I had seem him somewhere which mind you, was something rare because usually I'm one of those distracted people who not only forgets the name of a person but sometimes their faces too.
I didn't remember his cute face or soft features but something about his small eyes which almost disappeared whenever his plump lips were pulled up in smile kept me in a daze. The boy definitely had charms.
"Oh no no no no. He's not someone for you." Yoorae tusked, coming to a halt a few meters away from me when she noticed I had stopped and was staring into a distance.
"Why? Is that her girlfriend?" I countered. It wasn't that I was interested in either of them...well maybe a bit in the boy but the question just slipped out of my lips so fluidly I couldn't even take it back and pass it up as something unimportant.
She started laughing as if I had made joke of the century. "No my dear. Park Jimin don't do girlfriends."
"Park Jimin?"
The name rolled off of my tongue so smoothly like I was gulping down water. Again, the name dinged a bell in back of my mind but no memories resurfaced and I ignored the same familiar feeling I felt when I first saw his face.
"Yes and he's a heart breaker so don't indulge in anything with him. I don't want you to end up like last time."
"I've moved on." I scowled. She knew better than me so why was she bringing it up?
"Oh then is that why you've been on those first dates with different people that never turned into second dates?"
I scowled at her harder. Sometimes best friends are both angels and devils. Not only because they know your past problems but also because they know which nail to hit on to get the reaction they wanted.
"Aww my baby sister, I'm so sorry." She cooed while pulling my cheeks. Her attempts to make up for her offensive remarks were always the same. "But forget about him. He's not your type."
"What a shame. He's hot. Maybe I could've had that 'second date' with him. He was totally my type."
What I said wasn't too far from truth. Maybe we could've hit it off despite him seeming like a playboy. You never know the true layers of personality until you peel them one after other and I wasn't one to judge from uppermost layer. However this time I had only said to to her and my mind away from the previous 'moving on' matter.
Yoorae laughed making me laugh with her. "Yeah but he's no good for you."
I tutted. "Well if you say so unnie then I will leave the hottie alone."
She flicked my forehead with a look of pure displeasure on her face. "Yah, you know that I don't like you calling me unnie."
I grinned mischievously. "Isn't that why I said that?"
To this day I still don't understand why she doesn't like it, something she says about 'makes me feel old', I'd never get it. But again there's a lot of things I don't understand about her even after 9 years.
She rolled her eyes but continued. "By the way, got a dress for the party?"
"You mean your friend's birthday party? Who says I'm going?" I raised my eyebrows at her. Trust me, I love parties but not those where I only knew my best friend. I'd rather stay at home and watch netflix, thank you very much. Besides I had promised to babysit Pilgu, my neighbor Jihyo's son.
"Well I say that and you're coming with me."
Another thing I don't understand is why does she feels like she's my mom sometimes? I already have one and she's hard enough to deal with even though I love her to death. I don't want another mom.
Not giving another reply, I march off to my class before she notices that I've ignored her and ditched her and escape the probable later tantrum she'll throw. Empty class, here I come!
Hello lovely readers,
Happy new year! May this year brings lots of happy moments for you.
Welcome to the Jimin fanfiction I'm writing with so much love, hope you'll all like it.
Have a happy lifetime (not just day/year)
