cursed⭐︎ᵐⁱⁿˢᵘⁿᵍ

four

I recently moved here. After my parent's disappearance in Malaysia, my brother decided we should move back to Korea.

Of course, I didn't like the idea at all. Leaving our parents, who were long gone, although I still had hope they'd come home one day.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I decided to leave the house now for a bit and visit the park.

Walking around the not-so-busy streets of my neighbourhood, I spotted a lonely tree. I sat down on the cold grass, admiring the view. It was cloudy outside, raindrops making their way on the ground.

It was comforting, in an odd way.

I was tired. Everything was so draining. How could I ever be happy again, knowing that my parents were gone?

Wouldn't it be selfish?

A protracted thought, it always happened. I let my head rest on the trunk till I felt another presence. The other person didn't say anything, invalidating my space. I just wanted some time alone..

Silence occupied the room, a wave of awkwardness occurring between the both of us. Maybe it was just me though— they seemed pretty chill.

It's not like you own the park, Jisung, you just moved here. Stop being so self-centred.

Right.

I looked up, curious about the stranger.

Beside me stood the brunette guy I saw at the café. He was laying down, keeping his distance.

I looked at the time— 6:44— as a quiet yet annoyed sigh left my rosy lips, without me actually acknowledging it.

"You could've told me that I'm not welcomed here." he spoke while getting up. His voice seemed cold, he must be going through something. Or he just had a shitty day. Maybe I ruined his free time, who knows?

I looked around, making sure he was talking to me. No one seemed to be in the park, so I had to eventually say something.

"No! It's not like that.. You're not bothering me..not at all. " I quickly answered, of course, stuttering.

He simply glanced at me while I got up and bowed.

"I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. " I finally mumbled, not daring to look at him as I felt the blood rush up to my cheeks. Why was I apologizing? I didn't even know who this man was.

"It's fine, no need to do all that."

The whole situation was embarrassing. None of us spoke up, making it harder for me since I was really bad at socializing.

The train announced its arrival through rumbling sounds, passing by the park at a fast speed. 

I looked around, realizing it was heavily raining. Shit, it was getting dark as well.

The brunette's gaze was fixed on my face, making me feel somewhat nervous. "You seem familiar. I might have seen you before." he broke the painful silence.

"Oh, yeah.. I served you at the café.. You know..the one beside the college..?"

"Ah right! I remember. Why are you here anyway, it's raining?"

His question took me off guard. Why does that matter and why does he care?

"I'm um.. Just walking around, I guess. What about you?" I asked, out of politeness.

"Needed fresh air. I'm Minho, by the way. Lee Minho." he introduced himself.

"Han Jisung.."

As he was about to say something, the sky lit up. Oh, a thunderstorm.