Unknowingly [Park Jimin]

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I was tilting a picture frame until Hyejeong shouted from the kitchen, "Can you please pick up the painting I ordered?" I knew it. I lazily walked to the kitchen door and crossed my arms against my chest and sighed, "Where?" She pointed at a post-it on the wall with an address written on it. I took the post-it and her car keys, walked out of the shop.

"26...26" I whispered to myself as I searched for the house number. "No, this is...27" Where in the world is 26? I've been past 25 and 27 yet there's no 26. I looked around for a bit more and spotted a mailbox with a 26 engraved on it. Found it! Maybe I'm just blind or my eyesight has gotten worse, definitely didn't see this lot.

I pressed the doorbell and waited for someone to open it. I heard shuffling from the inside so there must be a person in the house right now. The person slowly pulled the door open and simply stood there.

"Hello." He greeted with a half-smile. My head began throbbing again and my knees weakened. "Um, are you alright?" He supported my arms and my back from collapsing. He helped me walk to his couch and then, I sat there with my hands beneath my chin. I don't know what has gotten into me today.

I drank half of the glass of water and placed it back on the table. "I'm sorry for bothering you but I came for an order." I told him. He blinked a few times and looked around. "From my Mom, right?" He ran his fingers through his hair and said, "Mom didn't tell me you were picking up any-" He suddenly stood up and left me in the living room by myself. He probably remembered now.

I waited patiently for a few minutes and then, he came back. "Here it is!" He happily chanted like a kid. His child-like actions made me chuckle. He handed me a light box sealed with packaging tape. "I think that's the painting with the galaxy on it." He gave me a warm smile and once again, his eyes disappeared. "I think that's my favorite out of all Mom has painted." He said.

I drove back to the shop and slid the box on the counter to Hyejeong. "I can't wait to open it!" She had a huge grin all over her face. "Well, then, go ahead. Open it." I told her. She cut the box open with a cutter, I caught a glimpse of sparkly hues of purple and blue over black paint. The painting was beautiful, just like what the son had said. Come to think of it, we didn't really introduced each other.

All of a sudden, images of him appeared, he was at the beach. The flashback was surreal, it was as if he was just standing right in front of me. And if I made a step closer, I could pat his cloud-like brown hair. But when I did, it all disappeared.

"Yoon Hyeji, hellooooo?" Hyejeong waved her right hand in front of my eyes. I shook my head to clear the thought out of my head and snapped back to reality, "What?" I asked her with a straight face.

Hyejeong narrowed her eyes and looked at me strangely, "Nothing...It's just, you've been spacing out a lot today." She ruffled my hair like when we were kids and I pushed her hand away in annoyance. "I'm going back to work." She smiled warmly at me.

I was playing on my phone until the bell hung on the door chimed signaling that someone was there. I looked up to see that guy from earlier. "Hi." He shortly greeted with his adorable eye smile. "Hey. What brings you here?" I walked towards him.

"Mom asked me to give this to you- well, your sister, for good luck." I just noticed the orchid flower pot with a silky ribbon on it he was holding. I received the orchids with both hands and bowed in courtesy to thank him. 

"Thank you. We're hoping the business goes well too." I gave him a warm smile. "Hyejeong will surely appreciate this. Meanwhile, please make yourself comfortable while I call her." 

I stopped halfway from walking to the kitchen where Hyejeong was, "By the way, I never got your name." I told him. "It's Jimin. Park Jimin and you're Yoon...?" He said. "Yoon Hyeji, but I prefer Ji."

I called Hyejeong who was on the phone and gave a hand sign telling me to wait. Waiting wasn't fun even though it's only been 10 seconds, I'm pretty impatient, you know? While waiting, trains of thoughts circled through my mind but one thing remained a passenger on every ride — the name Jimin. Park Jimin to be exact. I don't recall knowing anyone with that name except for that boy sitting on the hanging rattan chair. 

I spared him a glance and quickly, I was in déjà vu. I know him. I've met him somewhere but I just...I don't know. My heart raced for a reason I didn't know. The sight of him made me want to sit on the chair across his and talk to him all night long about things; Things that we've known about each other. Why the hell am I hallucinating about having met him? I swear that I don't know him. I tried fighting my conscience, telling it over and over again that Jimin is a stranger, that I've never met him but a part of me just tells me that it's fate, it's meant to happen like we've met before.

Out of the blue, I felt a warm hand on my cold shoulder, "Your sister left. She's running an errand."

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Surprise surprise~ I've updated and I think this chapter was better than the 1st one. Finally, Hyeji  has met Jimin or maybe this wasn't their first meeting at all? And why does Hyeji keep on having headaches throughout this chapter? You'll know soon if you stay tuned! 

 I hope you continue to read this story, I promise it'll get more interesting!