( √ ) his name was jimin | pjm

chapter nine

CHAPTER
NINE

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"Good afternoon lady, what would you like?" The brown-haired woman had her pen ready to write down my order immediately, but I was unsatisfied - why did she greet only me and not Jimin as well? He was sitting right next to me after all, even had a gentle smile lying on his lips since we had arrived here and was hard to miss with his dark blue hair, actually stood out well and also his aura was strong enough to be noticed. 

Was she just being rude? 

Questioningly, my gaze went to Jimin, "What do you want?" His eyes lingered on the menu again before he made up his mind and stated his request, I repeated it for good measure and also placed my own order before the brown-haired woman in front of us made quick notes and disappeared, saying in passing that it would just take a little while. "It's fine," I smiled lightly after her, but sighed when she was out of reach and looked down at my hands knotted together, not knowing what to say now.

Jimin seemed to feel the same way and we let the silence fall over us, not even managing to look at each other, suddenly finding incidental things quite interesting.

"Your food." The brown-haired employee reappeared in front of our table, holding two plates in her hands and a suggested smile on her lips. I produced a mumbled "Thank you" and Jimin just nodded, letting his lips speak symbolically through a smile before the employee disappeared again, leaving us with our delicacies.

"Well then, bon appétit, Jimin: enjoy."

 "Thank you, YN. You too, please." To be fair, he had learned my name on the way to this little restaurant, after all, he shouldn't be unaware of who he was dealing with here. I could hardly wait to tell the others that I had actually managed to spot an acquaintance and yet such a stranger. But I couldn't get used to the idea of correcting Seokjin about it. Sure, maybe it would be a plus for Jimin because then more people would know about him and there would always be someone among all the people who wanted to know the person the gossipboy was talking about, but there weren't only peaceful-minded people. There were always toxic people and I didn't want to do that to Jimin.

I could trust Jayoung with the whole thing, even though I already knew what my reaction would be; even though I couldn't even see through the cell phone, I was so sure she was going to wiggle her eyebrows while her lips grinned mischievously and she was reading way more into it than was healthy. Sometimes this got on my nerves so much that I had already opened my mouth to address the problem, but my possible soul mate still found it difficult to let it go. Although I sometimes considered paying her back by silence, I never really managed it. Or never for long; she usually didn't find out the same day, maybe a week later. If there was anything at all. It must have been half a year since I had once done something with a boy, where potential stuck to a much too exaggerated interpretation.

During the meal we were silent most of the time. As much as I wanted to have a conversation, real topics didn't want to accumulate in my head so I could use them. Smaltalk, however, I was very reluctant to have and instead let it go.

"YN?" Looking up questioningly, I stopped in my movements and held my patience until Jimin got rid of his question, "How did you get the CD's anyway?" Due to the soft tone of his voice, I had to make an extreme effort to understand his words and let them run through my mind for a moment before describing how all of this had come about in the first place. He learned about Jayoung and Seokjin, and I even said a few words about Sohee and how she still remembered him vaguely. It was unbelievably beautiful to see how happy he was about it and his lips were decorated with a sincere smile, whereupon a leaping heart immediately made itself felt in my chest, I didn't even realize how I had to grin at his behavior and my soul mirrors dreamily studied his facial expressions. 

Maybe I didn't want to admit it to myself yet, but there seemed to be more than just a friendship wish and could be classified under a lovely wishful romance.

Something that I knew only from books.