Aera
"Yes Yoorae, I will go on this dinner date. Now please for the love of God, just go. Don't make your boyfriend wait." With this I push Yoorae out of our apartment and slam the door close before she can say another word.
It's been more than a week since that whole incident and my best friend thinks I'm still not over it which might be partially true. My initial anger over that fiasco has dissipated, replaced with a sense of calmness and self worth. It just still hurts that Jimin would do something like that to me.
Yoorae feels that late night movie marathons, buying sweets for me and going out on a date that she planned for me would fix that. What she doesn't know is that I never made plans with the guy she gave me the contact number of, didn't even send him a text to plan a date with him.
The best thing out of all the things were those delicious sweets. Food always cheers me up and only the thought that this girl would go an extra mile just to make me feel better is what counts most. She's really the best sister I never had but always wanted.
After eating a bowl of seasonal fruits as evening snacks I feel my eyes getting heavy. On sunday when I don't have to go to work and there are no due assignments, my mind is finally relaxed enough that I'm getting sleepy at six in the evening. There's no energy left inside me to draw even one clothing item before I'm pulled under the weight of deep slumber.
Which, unfortunately is not long lived as I hear the door bell ringing. It's almost 8 pm. Could Yoorae be coming back so early when she went to meet Namjoon? Moreover, why would she be ringing the doorbell instead of using her key to come inside since she thinks I'm on a date?
With a sigh and a promise to my bed to come back to him as soon as possible I drag my feet to the main door and try to see outside from peephole through my still sleep induced eyes, only to see the least expected person.
But curiosity gets the best of me and my door is unlocked by me before I can take a moment to second guess my action.
Jimin looks as unsure of himself as I am of him standing outside my apartment. For his credit he looks remorseful and a tad bit embarrassed.
"Were you sleeping?"
Really, that's the best you can do?
"What are you doing here Jimin?"
"Can I come inside?" Jimin always carried himself with a charm and confidence very few can conjure but looking at him now I can only see an intimidated boy.
"That depends. What do you want?"
"Only a chance to explain myself."
I laugh internally at the ridiculeness of the whole situation. Here was the boy asking to explain himself when he didn't give me the same opportunity.
"And why should I do that? Did you listen to me when I asked you to?"
"I know," he took a deep breath before continuing, looking like he was searching for better words before continuing, "I know I messed up Aera but please listen to me just once. If there's any chance we can fix this between us I would do anything for it, won't you?"
Damn him! He always knew how to get under my skin and make me react. Or maybe I just reacted over everything that concerned Jimin. Call it my weak resolve or curiosity but I couldn't stop myself from inviting Jimin inside.
"You have five minutes."
To his credit, Jimin jumped right into the story from the start. How he came out of the restaurant looking for me at that night, only to find me face to face with a shady Myeongha. He knew right away something was wrong when she was showing a flighty behaviour. To not try to spook her and make her suspicious, he showed that he was not on my side. In the later days, he tried to obtain her phone and found my number saved on her phone but no proof of text messages.
