"Uh... What's your name by the way?" I asked him.
"My name? it's..."
My name is Shin Ha-ri, i'm 19 going into profession school. My dream is to become a idol. Someone who not only dances but sings. But it's hard when 7 hot boys keep nagging at you...
I took my shoes off and plopped onto my bed. I pulled out my phone from my bag, I thought about texting Jimin. But I couldn't bring myself to it. I turned my phone on, the one mirror picture of me and Jimin was the lock screen. I was looking through my camera roll and was looking at the other pictures we took, I was only now realizing how bad I might have hurt him. I was quite careless myself, since after remembering what he said to Jennie I didn't bother texting him, until one of us came around. Eventually. I mean. We couldn't not see each other at all.
I took out my journal and made a list of To do things. At the top of the list was...
Go buy groceries. Yes, that was at the top of the list. Not, call family. The next thing was going to the gym. Something I never do.
I sat there tapping the pencil against the paper until their was a knock on my door. I didn't feel like talking to Jimin. So I quietly stood up, they knocked again. I tiptoed to the door and peeked through the door hole. I saw a pair of eyes up close
"Ah Shibal!" I jumped backwards
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You could hear a little chuckle from outside the door "Ha-ri-ssi... It's Jungkook-ah."
It was Jungkook, what a sigh of relief. I opened the door and he had a mischievous smile
"Aish you scared me."
"Mianhaeyo."
"It's fine, can I help you?"
"Aniyo, can I come in?"
"Sure. I wasn't doing anything."
We both sat on the couch in complete silence. He was wearing a leather jacket that was tight on his arms. I found his biceps so attractive. To the point I was curious about hugging him. Now, don't forget about his legs. He was wearing black jeans, they were overall tight on his thighs, Jungkook had the thighs of a football player. It was intimidating, but so hot and seductive.
Jungkook's thighs = my weakness
It's no joke.
"Ha-ri, you have a phone number. Right?"
I slowly nodded my head
"Can you give it to me?"
"Sure."
He passed me his phone and I gave him my number. You could see the light blush on his cheeks.
"Have you heard from Jimin at all?"
I shook my head "Aniyo, why?"
He shrugged "I tried getting ahold of him, he didn't answer."
