Under the lights tonight || Park Jimin

4

I don't know why I let Stella drag me out so late last night since I have work today. We didn't get back until nearly one in the morning. Now it's seven in the morning and I'm trying to get ready for work. I went to my wardrobe in search of my work slacks and a black blouse.

"Ana?" Aunt Mae calls, knocking on my door.

"Yes?" I answer as she comes in. Aunt Mae is wrapped in her green floral robe with her hair tied up in curlers. I'm surprised she wasn't already dressed and on her way to yoga or something like that.

"How was the concert?" She asks, sitting on the edge of my bed, "You girls got home late last night."

"Yeah," I yawn, stepping behind my closet door to change, "It was alright."

"Alright?" Aunt Mae sounds surprised, "I'm surprised that it was just alright. I thought that you would've been more excited about them. Ya know since you got to see V in person?" She laughs, mentioning my old bias that I know she has heard everything about.

"I did get to see V," I nod and step around the door, dressed in my work clothes, "It was nice." I shrug, moving to the vanity to fix my hair.

"Just nice?"

"Well it was a great show," I sat down, "Someone at the show lost their VIP passes and Stella insisted we use them so we did."

"You met the boys?" My Aunt shouts, "You met the boys and you're this calm about it?"

"Yeah it was alright," I blush thinking about the night, "Stella was a hit with the boys..." I laugh as I brush my hair, the curls from the night before were still there.

"As she always does," Aunt Mae jokes, "Did you get pictures with them?'

I pause and turn around to look at her, "No I didn't," I point to the shelf where the lone persona album is lying, "She got us those albums and they signed them." I shrug, spinning around, and start putting mascara on.

"Oh," Aunt Mae gets up and heads to the shelf to examine the album. She looks at the cover of the pink album and her finger traced over the black ink on the cover. She smiles, "Did you read everything they wrote?"

I stop and look at her, "No?" I raise an eyebrow.

"You should," My Aunt smiles, setting the album back down, "I think you'll be surprised at what's written on there." She says as she walks to the door.

"What?" I turn to look at her but she's gone. I ignore her absence and finish getting ready. I get up and walk over to the bookshelf, I hesitantly pick up the album. I read through the writing seeing all the messages. Until one catches my eye, it was written by Jimin, it simply says

"Maybe it's the providence of the universe, it just had to be that. 82-115-5591-517"

Did he write his phone number on this album? Is he an idiot? What if I leaked this? I wouldn't because that would be more effort than it's worth but it was still odd. I shook my head and snapped a picture of the album to potentially show Stella after work. I toss it back on the shelf before heading out of my room and off to work.

*****

The day was going painfully slow after I left this morning. The train was late and Stella texted for me to not wait for her, leaving me wondering if she was just going to be late for work or she called in sick. I also couldn't stop wondering why Jimin had written his number. I'm just some random girl from the crowd, nothing special. The store has been empty this morning and I was the only person working right now since my coworkers went on lunch at the same time. Not many people want to buy high-end clothing on a Thursday morning I suppose. So that leaves me standing behind the counter, skimming a random magazine left in the store for customers to browse.