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Seven days had passed since Jisoo had last heard the words "oh hi human!"
A week had gone by since her ears had been rung by Taehyung's excited shrieks at discovering random facts. "Jisoo, look at my phone screen. It's us waving back at us! Hi smaller and pixel made Taehyung and Jisoo" The tawny-haired still had that picture, it was a blurred one with none of their faces completely in the frame as Taehyung had taken it while she was asleep. Jisoo had woken up due to the giggling ringing in her ears and when she had opened her eyes, she saw the alien lying next to her and grinning at the photo which she was unconscious for.
She was planning on getting it framed by next week though. Just as a souvenir maybe.
It seemed like even the shih poo was affected by the absence of the ever-cheerful alien. He would rush to the door and scratch vigorously whenever the doorbell was rung (which weren't many as such), in the hopes that maybe his playmate was back. The poor cotton ball was left disappointed each time.
And seeing Dalgom all gloomy and sulky wasn't something Jisoo could bear to watch. But she was not doing any better. Time went on and so did everyone else except the resident of the Kim farmhouse. She wished to run back in time and maybe undo some things she now regretted.
Things like not having tried to stop Taehyung and possibly get him to stay.
Fate was a cruel thing, she had known that all too well but never had she ever considered distance to become the antagonist in her story of love. 'I deserve a happy ending too goddammit' she thought to herself, having had enough of the brooding and maybe a little bit of her crying.
'But I don't want that if it's not with him.'
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Sitting on her bed with a dozen boxes of strawberries placed on the dingy old sheets and Howl's Moving Castle playing on the laptop kept in front of her, Jisoo had abandoned her plans of pulling herself together and decided to extend her mourning period.
Gulping down strawberries which were sour and occupying herself with the moving animation on the screen, Jisoo couldn't help but wonder where life had brought her to. Kim Jisoo, the hot tempered business major who lived by logics and statistics, nicknamed as the 'wicked witch of the west' by the good for nothing neighborhood kids, was now slumped on her bed with unwashed hair and sour taste in her mouth all because of some alien boy who had ruined her perfectly boring life . The voice of the characters were simply getting drowned by the sweet words of her alien which had been ringing in her head pretty much all the time.
Was this the normal appropriate response or did she need to get help?
"This scene is really good Soo, look look it's so pretty!"
"Jisoo Jisoo did you hear that, 'that's my girl' AAAAAAAAAAAA that was so good~"
"You're my girl? Hehe"
Well let's just say that by the end of the movie, she'd had to go and refill her tissue box stock.
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Day eight without having Taehyung's glimmering eyes staring at her snore and drool in her sleep. Things were getting a bit better though, Kyungsoo had come along the previous night to check up on her as she was on her 'medical leave'. Yeah it was easier to say she was sick than to admit that she'd been missing the presence of her 'friend' to the point that it hurt.
And the sight her boss had to see was not a pretty one.
So having settled on trying to make things better with her leftover self respect and strength, Jisoo had started her mission of reclaiming the previous state of the house and of herself. The latter part was a work in progress (lots and lots of work to achieve that) but hey, at least she completed the former. Something productive after a long week of doing absolutely nothing.
Hearing the 'ding-dong' made her ears hurt but nothing compared to the sting in her heart. Picking herself up from the couch she was sitting idly on, Jisoo went ahead to open the door with Dalgom racing to reach as well. The poor thing still seemed to have hope.
"First thing in the morning I have a visitor, fucking amazing." She mumbled to herself, letting the door open with just a tiny, tiny glint of hope on her face. The expression fell off her face immediately, of course it wouldn't be Taehyung. What was she thinking?
"Hey, heard you're not doing that great. So our 'dear' Mr Doh asked me to bring some ass sucking porridge to you." Yup, she wouldn't trade Jimin for any other co-worker in the whole wide world.
"You just wanted an excuse not to assist those seventy years olds on how to operate facebook for the fiftieth time, fucker." The blond chuckled, his hand resting on his nape.
"I've been caught I guess." Jisoo snorted slightly, it was the first positive expression of the week so that was progress. She then waved at him to come inside but before she could lead him in, Jimin cleared his throat to speak up again.
"Uh actually this is not the only thing I was supposed to deliver." Jisoo looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, the crease on her forehead signifying her confusion.
"Don't tell me you brought rat poison too"
"I wish! But ah, not everything works according to my likings it seems. Well go ahead and open it up before it um, decays?" He said while pushing her lightly to the side and entering the huge farmhouse, leaving Jisoo by the door with eyes fixated on the oh so familiar beige package.
If this was some kind of a sick joke then she swore she would-
"Jisoo it's so hot and icky in here, open me quick~"
Who knew that a muffled whining could bring someone into tears, happy tears of course.
