𝑬𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 | m.yg. ✓

여덟 :: busan boy

Present

Byeol didn't know where her sudden outburst came from. She never intended to shut Yoongi out, but somehow, her emotions beated her out to it and before she knew it, she had exploded.

And the fact that she even exploded right in front of her husband and told him hundreds of hurtful words, it guilted her. But what could she do? It was what she felt at that moment. She was only human so she couldn't prevent herself.

That's why here she was, wandering endlessly to nowhere. She relied on her feet on where to go because she had no energy left to even see where was she heading to.

Fortunately, she had stopped crying about thirty minutes ago but her bottom eyelids were puffy, making her face evident that she had been crying, though she didn't let it faze her.

In her peripheral vision, her eyes caught something bright, looking up, she found herself in front of a convenience store. Upon seeing it, her stomach began to grumble and she muttered a curse under a breath, scolding herself for not having breakfast back at home.

But it was too late now. It would take another thirty minutes again to go back, plus she wasn't ready to face Yoongi after lashing out at him for no goddamn reason. This time, guilt gnawed at her insides, her conscience telling her to apologize to Yoongi later on once she headed back home.

She sighed in defeat, practically dragging her whole body towards the convenience store.

Her gaze fell on the cashier, which was empty at the moment. The employee must be having a break. She was thankful, however, that the store was empty so that no one would come across her in this condition. She didn't like people prying into her life, especially strangers.

But oh well, that day was different.

Coming across aisles, she surveyed the foods lined up against the shelves. She settled for an instant cup of ramen. Realizing that the employee wasn't at the cashier at the moment, she sighed in defeat. But she was immensely craving for ramen so it wouldn't be really a crime if she entered the cashier and just heat up some water, right?

Whatever, I'm risking it. She thought to herself.

Slowly padding across the floor, she went behind the counter and immediately looked for the kettle.

She didn't notice nor hear the footsteps approaching her from behind, however.

"What are you doing?"

The voice startled her, causing her to whirl around instinctively.

"Jesus— oh."

The voice belonged to a man around her age. He had blonde curly hair, his bangs swept across his forehead. He adorned pink and plump lips that were silky and look soft. His eyes the shape of crescent moons. Girls would immediately swoon over him.

She was stunned by the handsome looks of the man but then reminded herself that she was married. Byeol internally rolled her eyes and her gaze went back to the male.

She noticed his name tag. Park Jimin.

"Um," she stuttered. "I wasn't stealing, I swear. You can even check the cameras. I just wanted to heat up some water for the ramen but there was no one in the counter so...yeah."

The man raised an incredulous eyebrow.

"I swear," I repeated, finally convincing him.

"Hand me it, I'll do it." He reached out his hand towards her. Her gaze lingered for a moment before she handed the cup to him, their hands brushing slightly in the process.

None of them seemed to notice the small contact. While the employee, Jimin, began to heat up some water, Byeol settled herself on a stool as she waited, not realizing that she had began watching the man.

"Staring is rude, you know."

For the second time, she was caught off-guard by the man.

"I wasn't staring. I'm just waiting for my ramen because I'm extremely hungry," I reply with a straight face.

The male, to her surprise, elicit out a chuckle, which sent goosebumps down the arms of the woman. "I was kidding. There's no need to be worked up."

Byeol responded with a pfft and settled her eyes elsewhere.

In no time, the ramen was ready. The man walked across the cashier and gently placed the instant ramen in front of her along with some chopsticks above.

Byeol expected him to leave but he stayed put on the ground just in front of her, so she raised an eyebrow at him as she began to slurp her noodles.

"So tell me," the male attempted to strike a conversation. "Why are your eyes puffy as if you had been crying?"

Byeol blinked. "Um, no offense, but...why are you asking me this? What if I'm experiencing something personal and I wouldn't want to just open up to some random stranger, you know."

Jimin raised his hands up in surrender, letting out an amused laugh. "Alright, alright, okay, you don't have to be mean. I was just concerned. It's my first time to encounter a customer going to a convenience store for comfort."

"You're new in Seoul?" She blurted out the question.

"Just moved in here, actually. I'm working part-time here and I'm actually a dancer." He smiled proudly to himself for being able to share his talent.

"Mm, that's nice. Well, welcome to Seoul. Where are you from, anyway?"

"Busan." He grinned cheekily. "Oh and forgive me for being rude, I'm Park Jimin, by the way. You can call me Jimin."

"Byeol. Min Byeol."