Paths

Paths (Jumin X reader) Part#2

You are in your appartment with a bucket of vanilla ice cream and three bottles of red wine, watching 10 things i hate about you (one more time) and the only company you have is your black cat Salem. He is purring besides you while you're crying like a Magdalena (sorry, this phrase is used in my contry), when Kat is reading the poem.

You want to let it out all your pain, even you listen to The Cure's songs.

The memories of the day before, felt kind of unreal. What happen? What did you do wrong? Didn't you love him enough? You question every action, every word, every kiss, even for sake of god, the time you slept together. Nothing makes sense. He left you at the airport just a few weeks ago saying " I love you, never forget it" and yesterday he said " I don't love you".

WHAT IN THE WORLD HAPPEN TO HIM? ...

When the night falls, you are on your bed, really drunk and drooling really hard on your pillow, mean while you are dreaming with the firts date, a blind date, obviously.

A friend of yours was really worried about you love life even for your social life. You were from other country and the language is kind of hard to learn and you love your work (more that what you think) and you mother keeps bother you with "When are you going to get a boyfriend?" and of course like any other nosy friend he arrenged you a date. At firts you rejected it, but after a few calls of your mother (fiveteen calls) about the "boyfriend talk" and how she can present you a son of one of her friends. So after those persuasive calls, you contacted that night your friend and asked the details of the date.

"Good evening, my darling...Do you still have problems with your period?" you felt annoyed for the greeting, but he was your best friend, so you let it go.

"Hi! You're nasty as always and no...My period it's normal...after three months..."you whispered the last line.

"Well, then what is your problem?"

"Well...I've decided to go to the date...so can you tell me the details?"

"Finally...god heard me out! ...Yes my dear, I knew you think about it so I've already arreged it."

"What?!"

"Please, don't be rude and let me finish. The meeting point is a petite coffee shop which name is "The marimba", the date it's this saturday, the hour you have to meet with him it's 1:00 o'clock, and his name it's Jihyun Kim..."

"And...?"

"....That's it!"

He answered in a annoying cheerful way and those are one of the stuff that you hate about him.

"How does he look like?!"

"... I don't know"

"Why are you sending me to a date and I don't know how he looks like?!"

"Dear, calm down...my boyfriend met him and it's a good guy and dear...my sweet dear...it's a blind date...so enjoy it....beep...beep...beep..."

"WTF! SON OF A BITCH! YOU MOUTH...!"

"Shut up, bitch! I can't sleep with you shouting like a whore!" She was your adorable 89 years old neighbour down stairs.

The day of the date was the warmest of the year (you felt like that on spring and summer so...), then you decided to wear a pretty light purple dress a pair of pretty, confortable high heels shoes and wave your hair (you really don't need it, I mean your hair is wavy by itself), all that combine with your tanned skin.

After you looked again in the mirror, you took your purse and went to that freaking blind date.

The metting point was a small coffe shop, you took a seat and order a cold coffee. The meting time passed and he didn't show up. You felt like a fool and felt really angry, because if it was one of your friend's jokes, it was not a good one. You payed for the ice coffe and left.