I Don't Like You

I Don't Hate You

Neither of you spoke for what seemed like forever. You heard his stomach grumble as you both didn't get to have lunch. 

You almost snickered at him when your stomach did the same. Embarrassed, you held your purse tighter in front of your stomach, hoping to muffle the sound.

Quiet resumes, and you are about to nod off to sleep when you hear his phone chime.

He answers, "Yes, what? Why did you?... OK, OK. I'm looking." He gets up, still holding the phone to his ear, looks behind the back seat, and pulls out a food hamper.

 "Yes, I have it. Where the hell are you? What the hell is going on!?" Apparently, he didn't get an answer to his question as he sat the hamper between your seat and his and put his phone away.

"It seems this was planned." He looks accusingly at you.

Sitting up straighter, you tell him, "I had no part in this. I was honest when I said I would rather be at the dentist."

He holds up his hand, "Stop, just stop. They are trying to play cupid and left us alone with a  . . ." He rolls his eyes and smirks. "As Jimin just told me, he left us a romantic lunch. His words, not mine."

You sigh in resignation, "How can being trapped in a car with a basket of food even be remotely romantic?"

He looks up at you from going through the basket, "Maybe it depends on who you are with?"

You sit there in silence, then say, "Well, if it were Jimin or Tae I was trapped with, then it would seem romantic . . . I guess."

He stops going through the basket and looks at you, "Lia, I don't hate you." 

He hands you a small bottle of sparkling wine, and you giggle, "Oh, Jimin, ever the romantic."

Yoongi says, "He knows his sparkling wines."

You smile, "He is so sweet and adorable."

Yoongi rolls his eyes as he hands you a boxed lunch. "Yeah, yeah, he is sexy, cute, lovely, blah, blah, blah."

You laugh, "Are you jealous?"

As he opens his box lunch, he replies, "No, not really, well maybe." 

He shrugs his shoulders. "It seems so easy for him to express his feelings with people. I have never been able to do that." He sits his box down while opening his wrapped chopsticks. "I tried it once with someone in high school I liked and thought she liked me, but I lost her. I didn't have the confidence in myself that Jimin has when it comes to showing his feelings for others."

You think for a few minutes as you chew a bite of gimbap.  You lick your lips, then look over at him.

 "Yoongi, I have seen the swag that Jimin walks with when he feels confident, but I have also seen the walk that lets me know when he doubts himself. Yet he keeps striving forward, and I love that about him."

Yoongi puts down his food, "What do you see in my walk?"

You half-jokingly say, "I see the walk of a grandpa."

He huffs, "Are you serious? I knew you didn't like me, but you see me as a grandpa?"

You reach to take his hand, trying to explain, "No, no, that is not how I meant it."

He pulls his hand away, "Then tell me just how did you mean it?"

You sigh and tell him, "I see you walk some days as if you had the age and worries of a grandfather weighing on your shoulders for the others. Then I have seen you walk with such swag that nothing could stop you."

He looks down at his hands in his lap and without looking up he asks, "And what do you see in your walk?"

Taken aback by his question you reply, "There is nothing of value to see."