Epiphany: A quest for love

3. Ships in the night

Mirae

"What are you doing here?" I demand, crossing my arms over my chest. Out of all the people who could've knocked at my door...Seokjin stares back at me, expectantly, with both hands in the pockets of his blue jeans. He is wearing a plain black t-shirt, drops of water glistening on his forearms. He looks like he didn't put much effort in this outfit, yet he owns it. I find myself staring at him for a second.

"What are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to be celebrating? All your best friends are there." He says, skipping the greetings as well. Lightning strikes in the distance, illuminating the night sky like in a firework majestic show. A few metres behind him, I spotted a splash of color. His red Panamera parked on the other side of the street. In the few years I hung out with Inna's group, I managed to find out some things about each of these people. And Kim Seokjin loves sports cars. I'm instinctively looking left and right for suspicious individuals, knowing that not everyday you have a celebrity knocking on your door. I thank God in my mind for not giving this man the idea of bringing his other car, which would've definitely attracted curious eyes. The last thing I want is paparazzi speculations about my involvement with an idol.

"They are not my best friends," I say, turning my gaze to him. "Inna is. And she'll understand my absence." How dare he come here and question me about my choices when he is the head of evil in all this story? He is the one who made me wish not to attend my best friend's little engagement party. Because he is a jackass! I almost forgot about this situation, but now that I am reminded, I can feel my anger resurfacing.

"What about me?" he asks and I raise a brow at him in challenge. "What about you?"

"Ah, seriously, Mirae, you're missing all the fun." he continues, shaking his head in disapproval. I decide I just want to punch him in the face. But I'm a lady and he is Inna's friend. I force myself to keep a neutral expression.

"It happens." I shrug.

"Aren't you going to let me in?"

"What do you want, Seokjin?" I breathe. The musky, fresh scent of rain tickles my nostrils, feeling my lungs with life. Petrichor. It's the word people use to describe the smell of rain falling on dry soil. Although it started raining more than two hours ago, the scent lingers. The air is chilly and it's making the skin on my arms prickle. But it's a welcomed feeling after weeks of heat and drought.

"Is this how you treat all your guests or am I the exception?"

"You weren't invited, therefore you are not my guest." I retort. He seems to weigh it a bit in his mind.

"Fair enough. Visitor, then." He corrects himself. There is a trace of humour in his voice, yet he keeps this conversation casual.

"I wasn't expecting any visitors either."

"You know, it's common courtesy to not keep someone in front of the door, especially in a weather like this. Were you raised by monkeys?" he says, not doing a good job at selling his case. Whatever that might be. "Come on, I am getting wet here. Although I wish it was you." he continues, winking at me.

"You are insufferable!" I mumble, rolling my eyes. I'm too tired for his stupid rant and I know he won't drop it until I agree with him. Besides, he is right. I wasn't raised in the jungle..

I was too pissed at him to consider letting him in, but now... Now I am noticing the heavy rain that falls on him as he stays in the patio of my house, drenching his hair and getting stuck to his eyelashes. He blinks fast trying to not get blinded by it. The t-shirt is getting soaked where the rain falls on his shoulders. Broad, sexy shoulders. I force myself to remove my eyes from his body and step aside. A silent invitation. He grins at me and immediately joins me inside, carefully removing his wet shoes. Thankfully, he isn't dripping wet yet so I don't need to worry he will catch a cold. Why would I even worry about that anyway? Oh yes, because I am a great human being and I care for everyone, even egocentric assholes like Kim Seokjin.