Trouble~pjm

The ninth

it was a bad idea to ever tell Jungkook about my house hunt. My first pay check came in and it was generous enough for me to afford a place to rent. A nice one.

"You can't", he countered.

"Why not?", i shook my head, "i'll still visit." , Jungkook had been arguing for a good 20 minutes now, Tae crossed his hands and pouted. I seriously wondered if he was a grown male, with a dog.

"Visiting is not good enough." ,Tae murmured. I gave him a smile. I was partly disappointed when Jimin hadn't shown up with them, but its ok. The sexiest man and The most handsome guy in the world weren't exactly hard on the eyes.

"well, finding the house will still take time. Aren't you happy i'll be out of your hair?", I explained. Jungkook went still.

"Happy? I'll be damned sad, You are my best friend, Effie.", He blinked at me. I pushed back the urge to hug him. I just looked at him, trying to convey everything, How messy this situation would get if I have to tell my family, How much there will be to explain.

He sighed, as if reading it. "Fine, i'll send help with the house hunting.", he said. Tae whipped his head to him. Jungkook just shook his head. He said something about being tired and walked out, Tae left with a taunting bow. I saw as he threw his arm around Jungkook's shoulder and started talking to him, too softly to hear.

Well, here goes nothing.

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I checked the time once more, I was wasting my time, But jk had promised to send help with my house hunting. It was 10 already. I didn't want to call him up, that seemed selfish. I waited and observed how the sun casted a small square of buttery sunlight onto the house's compound wall.

I saw as a sleek black Porsche pulled up, the window slid down and a gorgeous face peered up at me. I gaped at Jimin.

"Get in already,", he sighed. I frowned but got in, because it was Jimin, and because it was a warm day.

"Why are you here?", I asked him, nearly moaning at the cool air from the air conditioner.

"kook sent me to help you with the house hunt, You might not know but I love house hunts.", he swerved the wheel, and smiled.

"I found mine over 3 months, so I know many beautiful properties, along with really good apartments. I did it without a agency, i get better prices too.", he continued.

"I'll just take help from a agency, If you are too busy.", i offered.

"Nope, agencies just want the money, i am free today anyways.", he smiled at me. I noticed how his face became focused as he faced the road, how his features relaxed but became more intense somehow. I looked away before i was swept by the wave.

He drove like butter, smooth and fast. If i was feeling generous, I'd admit it was very attractive. He actually knew a lot about about the house and apartments. He swiftly questioned me about my preferences in the house.

All the houses he took me to were perfect, precise and cheap, especially since Jimin's presence and autograph seemed to make it half the original price.

We had shortlisted 3 houses by one. My favoured one was the one with the lilac and white living room with pretty rooms and a large kitchen.

"I like that one a lot too, i have half a mind of buying it for myself.", jimin said to me, i grinned. He had been struck when he entered the house, apparently, they had renovated it to perfection. His face had melted to softness, a pout forming on his lips and eyes wide. He honestly loved the house. it was called 'lilarc', i loved it.

"Do you want to eat?", i asked, looking at him, i was famished.

"Yes, I know a place. The owner knows me.", he winked. The café he took me to was a small space built onto a glass floor. The several different tables were set privately amongst sheer amethyst curtains

I gaped at the place, and then at Jimin, who seemed to shine along with those amethyst curtains. He seemed perfectly at home. A female, in her 30s approached us, by her grace, i could tell she was the owner. She smiled warmly at Jimin, who smiled back. He turned his gaze to me.

"Meet Effie, she is a person I met by fate,", he winked.

"I am Mi Rang, I am the owner of this...place.", she waved, smiling apologetically. I wanted to tell her that this place was a work of miracle. It was gorgeous. I just shook my head.

"Its a very beautiful place.", I told her. Her smile was warm.

We were led to a small window side table that had been set with two ornately carved chairs.

I sat down, trying to maintain my sane, my feet were resting on feet, the window overlooked the street below.

"What will you eat?", Jimin asked, frowning at the menu.

I looked at him, if this was just a casual lunch with Jimin Park. What would a carefully planned Date look like?

"Whatever you will take, I have no idea.", i gave a panicked look.

He looked at me, something like a predatory gleam took over his soft crescent eyes. a blink, and it was gone. whatever you will take.

The table was set with a lucious looking salad and two bowls of rice noodles.

I saw as he took my chopsticks, snapped them to separate them and handed them to me. I saw as he took a bite and threw his head back at however good those noodles were.

"Are you just going to stare?", he said without looking up from his noodles. I kept staring, because i did not want to miss his reactions. I didn't want to miss anything.

He looked up. I looked straight into his eyes.

"What?", He asked, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink, so pretty.

"Nothing.", i said, going back to the salad.

My heart and stomach were full by the time we got out of the café. Jimin rubbed his stomach, and let out a contented sigh. Something in me rejoiced and danced at the fact that he was here with me. i loved that part in me, the part that somehow could feel again.

I knew it when he had helped me with my chopsticks.

i was in trouble.

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