Cotton Candy ~ PJM (BOOK 1)

02

It took Yurim twenty-five minutes to take shower, even though she tried her best. She did not even apply any skincare and just hurried back to the living room.

Yurim noticed the food had come, and her friend had already started to eat, sitting on the floor with the food on the small table. 

"You are late." He muttered as his eyes were glued to the television screen where some couple were having an argument in an American movie.

She spared a look at the TV before sitting beside him on the floor and pulling the bowl of noddles and noticed the steak on another plate.

"Steak?" She excitedly exclaimed.

"You like it." Jimin said, "There was an offer going on, so I ordered it."

She was about to smile, but his last statement made it ordinarily. She thought he was caring for his friend, but it turned out it was only on offer. 

"Cheap." She mumbled.

"What did you just say? Cheap?" Jimin interrogated, glaring at her as he placed his chopsticks on the table.

"Yeah."

"You're cheap, baby; that's why you chose this apartment. You could've bought an apartment in my building." He explained.

"You are rich; I'm not. I'm still only an intern." Yurim scoffed, "I can't even imagine renting an apartment in your building; buying one is so far."

"Well, in the future, buy an apartment in my building so I don't have to drive to your apartment." Jimin suggested, sounding excited and happy as he licked his lips where the sauce was.

"Yeah, only if I turn out to be a great song writer and producer." She sighed as she took a bite of the steak.

"I'll pray so." He joked, looking back at the television.

Yurim also averted her gaze to the TV. Even though the American movie did not fantasize her, she kept on watching it, knowing if she now wanted to change the movie, they would just end up fighting over the remote, and her body was so tired to fight now.

"Are you done?" Yurim asked, as she put the dishes one another, to take them to the sink.

"No."

His reply did not impress her though. "Wash your dishes by yourself then." She stood up with the dishes and went to the kitchen.

They could just eat in the containers that came with the delivery, but her friend was so bothersome to serve them in her new dishes, making her wash them now and waste water.

She was done with the dishes; she dried them while humming a song when she noticed Jimin entered the kitchen with his plates and bowls.

He smiled at her as he stepped closer and placed the dishes in the sink. "You can do this for your dear friend, right, Yuri?" 

"No, I won't." She sterly declared.

"Please, baby." Jimin cooed, trying to persuade her with his puppy eyes.

"Now stop bothering me," she yelled.

"Then do the dishes."

"Okay." She agreed, having no other option. She moved to the sink and washed the dirty dishes. She thought something for a while, then looked at Jimin. "Aren't you going to leave?" She looked a little stressed about something in her mind.

"Why are you so eager to send me away?" Jimin squinted his eyes at her. 

"My boyfriend said he would come to see my new apartment, so I don't want you to be here." She replied, as she was still doing the dishes. Obviously, no guy wants to see their girlfriend with her male best friend. 
 
"Oh, that bull." He cursed. "Wait, he doesn't live in Seoul."

"He lives a little far from Seoul; I told you before." She informed then remembered the remark he made about her boyfriend, "And don't call him that." She warned, glaring at him, "He's a good guy."

"My foot." Jimin groaned, not liking how she took that guy's side. Obviously he was her boyfriend, but he was not loving it at all. "You have a handsome guy in front of you, but you still choose that bull."

She raised her brow as he referred to himself as a handsome guy. "Now leave; he told me he'll be here by 8:30."

"I wonder why Aunty doesn't say anything to you for dating that bull." Jimin sighed.

"Mum, trust my choice." She confidently spoke as she dried her hand after she was done with the dishes.

"But I don't." He scoffed.

"You done? Then leave." Yurim said, pointing at the door.

"No."

"Jimin."

"Yurim."

"Jimin." She yelled, as she was little irritated by him.

"What?" He scoffed.

"Nothing." She muttered before leaving the kitchen and going to the couch. "I'll tell him not to come then." She huffed, grabbing her phone from the table as she opened the chatbox with her boyfriend. 

The glow on her face changed when she noticed her boyfriend had already texted her.

I can't make it tonight, babe; I'll come over some other day.

"What happened?" Jimin asked, taking a seat beside her.

"He said he'd come some other day." She mumbled sadly. Even though she wanted to tell him not to come, since he had said he wouldn't come, it hurt her a little.

"That's cool." Jimin beamed.

"Now you can stay as long as you want." Yurim said she sounded a little frustrated as she spoke.

"No, I'll be leaving now." He said, standing up as he checked his wristwatch. He ran his hand over his hair, looking at her. "I'll pick you up tomorrow. Don't go to the office alone."

"Okay." She said, then pulled her feet on the couch.

"Don't sleep on the couch. Go to bed when you feel sleepy." Jimin said, "It's your first day tomorrow in office, you probably won't want to have back pain."

"I know Park Jimin. You can gladly leave now." She scoffed. "Good night."

"Good night." He said, grabbing his phone from the couch and heading to the main door.

Yurim sat on the couch, watching him leave, then turned her eyes back to the TV screen where the movie was still playing, which Jimin had been watching. For a moment she thought Jimin and her boyfriend would both be there, but now she was sitting on the couch all alone.