A MAN TO HEAL

chapter twelve

POV Jimin

If her mood has changed a bit earlier, well it didn't take too long for her to go back to her usual bubbly and bright behavior

On our way to the Cafe, we talk about anything and everything, and things that only us, as two Korean who grew up in asian families could understand

It's great to get to know her

And I'm glad that I can see her in a different way, not only the woman who did indescribable things to me and who I wanna taste one more time

She is charming, very interesting and funny

I love her company

" My Mom is the director of an elementary school, my favorite thing to do at school was to eat at the cafeteria " she says to me with a big smile

I smile back at her

I've been smiling quite a lot since I'm with her

" Oh I can picture this very well " I reply playfully

" And you Mr Park? What was your favorite thing at school ? "

" The graduation...I was sick of them " I reply quietly

She bursts in laughter and I smile while looking at her

She is very beautiful and it seems like she's getting more and more beautiful at every minute that passes

" I can picture that very well too, you really look like that one kid who had no interest in any subjects other than PE and arts "

I lower my head to look at her as I smile

" I think it's kinda obvious with the job I'm doing today and how muscular I am " I say ironically

She laughs again, her eyes closed as she leans backwards

" What's so funny? " I ask, acting like I was clueless

She shakes her head, still laughing hard at me

" Oh nothing..."she says, suffocating herself in her laughter

" You really don't believe that I have muscles under these clothes? " I ask, low-key offended

" I don't know what I believe Mr Park, but what are under your clothes aren't my center of thoughts " she finally responds

" Can you call me Jimin? " I ask her

She turns her head to look at me, a bit surprised

" what? "

" When people call me Mr Park, I feel older than I am, I would rather you call me Jimin " I explain

She nods slowly

" Only if you call me Suki instead of Miss Lee " she finally replies

I smile slightly at her

" Alright! "

" Pinky promise? " She says as she raises her little finger

" Oh please, how old are we? " I say laughing, but I still wrap my finger around hers to seal the promise

Just the slightest touch feels like an hot iron pressed into my skin

She is really doing that undescribable things to me

We finally make it to the Cafe and I follow her to a table in the corner

The inside of the cafe is as pink as Suki's favorite color

" I bet the first time you got in here was cause it was pink " I joke around

She laughs softly

" You got it right...but I have no regrets "