Letting myself swings as the wind blows softly. I jolt when I felt someone's breathing behind me. I hop out from the swing and saw Jimin smiling at me.
“My goodness! Don't you do it again!” I exclaim rubbing my chest.
“I'm sorry,” he said as he sits down on the swing. “Come, sit again.”
I sit back again on my swing and we both swing quietly. I don't know, this man creeps me out for these past few days. He likes to do small jump scares.
“So, do you have a boyfriend?” he suddenly asked.
“None.” I shortly replied still swinging myself.
“Why?” he added, and I look at him.
“What about you? Any flings?” I ask and he chuckles and shakes his head.
“Naah. That's out of my league.” he answered standing up. “Let's go get some smoothies?”
“Sure.”
We stop by this cute snack store, like a café. They offer us a seat, and he is the one who orders our drinks. Looks like he is very familiar with this place very much.
“So, what do you want to do again later?” he asks wiggling his eyebrows.
I chuckle as I shrug my shoulders. He stares at me like there's something on my face, so I do the same thing. He lightly smiles looking away from me as he fiddles his fingers on the table napkin.
When the orders arrived, we quickly dig in and share stories. He's been talkative ever since we met. I kind of liking him because of that. He's very open to me, maybe it's his way to make me comfortable with him? I don't know.
“See you later?” he said, and I nodded. “I'll take you somewhere.”
“I know you would.” I chuckle as I open the gate hitting someone behind. “Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!” I exclaim, and I saw my parents rubbing their foreheads.
I stare at them with disbelief as they both awkwardly laugh at me. Dad scratches his head rubbing his nape because of embarrassment and Mom just smiling at me awkwardly.
“So both of you are eavesdropping, eh?” I said and they nod their heads. “That's new. Very honest.”
“Where are you going later?” Dad asks and I shrug.
“I don't know. He likes surprises, I guess.” I said leaving them two outside.
I slam myself on the couch as I turn on the television looking for something worth watching. Scrolling through the Netflix feed and I found a movie. A romance movie. It says a tear-jerker movie but beats me. Let's see if I'll cry.
Half a minute of the movie had passed, my shirt is soaking wet with my tears. I hate it when old people die and just like that!
Hearing the door opens it spits Jimin, both of us stare at each other as I saw him carrying groceries.
“Are you okay?” he asks, and I nodded pointing out the movie that I am watching.
Mom walks in as she sees me crying again for the last time! This movie? I hate it. I hate it so much! I wipe my tears as the movie finally ended, using my shirt I wipe my face.
“You like drama movies then huh?” Jimin said slouching beside me.
“Not that much. I just wanted to cry.” I said between my sobs.
My heart just literally stops when his hands softly cup my cheeks, wiping the aftershock tears. His gestures are full of love and care. He lightly smiles at me as he settles down on the couch.
Everything just went slow motion.
