There are times when I'm very intuitive that I know what someone is thinking from the way they talk and act. It's like a second nature for me to guess people's mood.
But there are also times when I'm so blatantly ignorant of people's thought process even when they say it directly or when things are so out in the open.
Jimin had asked me what time my class ends but I decided to ignore it because it's a very normal question but I had a feeling deep down that he meant something by that. I still became ignorant to that but if I hadn't, then I would've known he'll be standing in front of my building just when I was coming out.
His face lights up and the smile is so genuine I don't have the heart to be rude and ask what's he doing here. He was obviously waiting for me and I don't understand why.
It takes me two more seconds to see that he's actually not alone but with a group of three girls surrounding him like a herd and giggling at whatever they were talking about. Everyone's been waiting for me? I doubt that because I don't know the girls but I know that Jimin is here for me because he quickly abandons them saying a few words which I assume is a polite apology and walks to me.
The girls go away with a sullen look on their faces and I feel a little bad for them. When Jimin reaches me we start walking together with same pace.
I refrain from asking if he was waiting for me and instead opt for, "What time did your class end?"
"At three." He answers and I stop dead in my tracks. When he sees that I'm not moving but instead looking at him with a baffled expression, his face breaks into a grin like he knows what I'm about to say next.
"You waited forty minutes for me?" I'm actually surprised. Why would he do that? Why would he waste his time waiting for me when he could just go home or hang out with his friends?
"No big deal." He says casually like it's really nothing but doing something like this is really a big deal to me. "Remember, how we always used to go to school together and come back together too?"
Ah those sweet memories. I don't remember much from my childhood with him but I do know that he always took me to school and back to home. I have a big brother but still Jimin took this responsibility. He'd come to my house twenty minutes earlier and would make me drink milk before leaving home because I was one of those children who didn't understand the whole point of drinking the sweet white liquid.
I smile. It's hard not to smile thinking about those lovely memories. "Are you going to take me home everyday now too?" I say it humorously in all good nature but the sincere smile on Jimin tells me he'll actually do that.
I roll my eyes at him and make some distance between us as I realised we were walking a little too closely. "I'm not five anymore."
He shrugs and probably doesn't notice my act of increasing some space between us because all the time his eyes are fixated on my face so intently I feel the weight of them to my core. Direct eye contact for too long is a weakness of mine and I get intimidated. Relax girl, he's a natural flirt. Don't fall for it.
"Doesn't matter. You're still so small." He ruffles my hair like I'm a baby and I'm starting to believe it too because only to little children you look at with that much adoration and he's looking at me just like that.
"It's not good to make fun of the vertically challenged Jimin." I retort with a sullen face when inside there's no hard feelings. First, because I know he's just joking with me and second, when literally everyone in your family and friends tease (what they call it is adoring) you for being so little there's not much times you'll get offended with the height comments.
