Friday, 11 PM:
Aerin's POV~
I stood by my window, mesmerized by the starry night sky embellished with the glittering lights of the city below. The chilly breeze caressed my skin, sending a shiver down my spine as I immersed myself in the tranquil moment. Abruptly, my phone rang, shattering the peaceful ambiance. With a sigh, I answered, my voice barely audible.
"Hello?" I murmured, greeted by a cheerful voice on the other end.
"Guess what? I just won 'The Star Kid' title," he exclaimed joyfully
"Congratulations, Jimin-shi. I'm happy for you," I responded, an unfamiliar smile gracing my lips.
"Ok, but why do you sound like a broken piano?" He asked
"I'm just a bit exhausted," I replied wearily.
"Exhausted from what? Gazing at the heavens?" He said causing me to frown
"How did you know?" I inquired.
"What? So you were actually stargazing?"
he chuckled.
"Yes, but I'm tired because I was practicing my presentation," I clarified.
"Presentation?" he enquired
"Yes, conversing formally feels like rehearsing a presentation to me," I explained.
"Tell me everything."
he urged eagerly, gaining a groan from me before I recounted the details.
"Ah, so your friend summoned you to be there. Well, I have a doubt; what if...?" he trailed off.
"What if what?" I pressed.
"What if he called you there to enlist your help with household chores?" he suggested, breaking into laughter.
"Jimin? You really find that amusing?" I retorted, though amusement tinged my tone.
He ceased laughing and said, "Anyway, I wish you luck."
"Thanks," I replied.
"By the way, what's his name?" Jimin queried.
"Kim Taehyung."
"Oh, wait, I've heard that name before... or maybe I've met him... umm... what does he look like?" He inquired further.
"He looks like a bookworm," I remarked.
"I'm not seeking your opinion about him; I just want to know his appearance." he said.
"He... he has a prominent nose. Oh, yes, now I recall. He has one monolid and one double eyelid," I told him
"I guess, when I was in Korea, I met him." He stated the most obvious fact.
"For your kind information, he is a Korean, so it's easier to find him in Korea, than England." I said.
"Yes I know, anyway.."
I was about to hung the call but I heard.
"Baby where are you?" From the other line.
"What? Who's that bitch now?" I asked frowning.
"Oh no, nothing.."
"Lol, are you sick? You are collecting girls like they are Pokémons." I said, but realised what I just said (Am I not being too obsessed with Pokémons)
"As if you are a saint." He said making me groan again
"Shut up~ I left that phase long ago." I said
"Calling me pervert, when you yourself is the one who started this first."
" I am not denying, it was fun back then, when I was a teenager, but now it's not really ok." I explained, but he started teasing me even more.
"Now what?"
"Just fuck off, PARK JIMIN." I said as I was about to hang the call
"My pleas-"
I cut the call aggressively.
But he was right, back then, I was no less than him, I used to be a flirt and he was the one who always scold me.
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