Unknowingly [Park Jimin]

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2:17 a.m.

Still can't sleep.

I've been tossing and turning on my bed but I still couldn't sleep. I tried closing my eyes for minutes but every little detail in the room seemed to bother me. Suddenly, I thought of him. I wonder what he's up to now?

My heart raced almost immediately, imagining him on the verge of sleeping with his eyes fluttering because he was extremely weary. He would look so fragile.

The hell am I thinking about?

Must not think of Park Jimin, I scolded myself.

Jimin's P.O.V.

I rolled out of bed to have a drink of water. I don't think I'm sleeping tonight...As long as she stays awake in my mind, it'd be impossible. I keep on thinking of Hyeji and I'm starting to get scared of myself. It would be very creepy if this continues, I have to find a distraction.

Tonight, life decided not to let me sleep and that Hyeji is one thing that cannot be blocked from my brain. Not even dancing worked and even my dance looked sloppy and unlike me. If there was a way to stop this, God, please tell me.

Frustrated, I messed up my hair as I lied down on bed and sighed for the nth time. Suddenly, my vision became blurry and my head began pounding. It was as if I just went on every single roller coaster at Lotte World nonstop.

In a room of emptiness, her face came to light. It was the only thing I could view at the moment and nothing else but darkness. The face itself wasn't clear but I was certain of who the person was and it makes me curious.

Why is it her?

"Jimin! Jimin!" She shouted and waved her hand as if trying to get my attention. What- she's just like a meter away from me, why would she look like she's calling someone from another mountain? I knitted my brows in confusion as I tried to comprehend what she was doing.

Ow!

I opened my eyes as my body hit the carpeted floor hard. Eomma was there with her paintbrush in hand and her arms crossed. She scolded me, 

"Jimin, I've been calling you for millions of-" I groaned at her usual sermon, "Eomma, okay I'm awake now. Aren't you even going to ask if I'm fine?" I hissed.

She was being her usual self of course, "No, you just fell of the bed, didn't break a bone at all. That's nothing compared to your Uncle Yoon dying in war, sacrificing-" I know exactly where this story of hers was going.

 "Eomma, you've told me this story for the 67th time." I pushed myself off the floor and sat up. "Fine. Just thought you wanted to hear again." She sighed.

"Anyway, breakfast is downstairs, and do your chores, your laundry while I'm going to a tea party." She sounded quite excited at the 'tea party' part. I gave her a nod and she walked her way out of my room.

I finished my pancakes and went to watch television. As much as I'd like to hang out with Hoseok today, he's currently in his hometown for 2 weeks and that just sucks. 

How do I become productive today without moving a muscle? I sighed over and over again as I grabbed a handful of popcorn and shoved it in my mouth.

In the middle of watching Doctors, my phone buzzed. I looked to see the name of the caller.

Eomma.

"Ne, Eomma?" I lazily greeted her.

"Adeul, have you eaten your pancakes?" Well, she sounded quite nice. Makes me wonder.

"Ne."

"Good. Now, do me a favor." I rolled my eyes. I knew this was coming.

"I believe Hyejeong-ssi needs more people to help her set up the place. Would you be nice to drop by this afternoon and help till, like, 7 pm?"

"Sure, Eomma, I've got nothing to do anyway." I sighed in defeat.

"What do you mean you have nothing to do? Chores, Jimin-ah?" I could feel her sass all the way from here.

"Argh, it can't be helped...I'll do it, then head over to the cafe." I explained to her just so she won't freak out.

Hyeji

I've been in the cafe since morning and I'm pretty sure what I'm doing is not fun. It can't be helped, I guess. Hyejeong has been working day and night to set up the cafe and I have no choice but to help her. My back hurts from leaning over to clean some areas that are hard to reach and my legs are sore from sweeping and mopping all day. If only Hyejeong hired someone else to do this...

I looked up from the floor I was mopping, only to be greeted by a familiar face, Jimin-ssi. That man who made it hard for me to sleep yesterday. What's he doing here?

"Jimin, you're, um, here again."

"Sounds like you don't want me here, Hyeji." He chuckled.

"What? No! I definitely need you here. I mean, WE definitely need you here." That just slipped out of my tongue and I swear it's not what he thinks it is.

He let out a small laugh, "Yup. You look like you do." He eyed me from head-to-toe. I suddenly became self-conscious. Gosh, I've been speaking to him, looking like this? All sweaty and my hair's even messed up. 

"Just kidding, Hyeji. You still look cute." He said which caught me off guard and I'm probably a blushing mess now.

"Jimin? Is that you?" A boy who I identified as Kim Taehyung from the nearby wind instrument emporium said as he entered the cafe.

"Taehyung? What are you doing here?" They fistbumped as they saw each other. "No, You, what are you doing here, Jimin?" Taehyung emphasized. 

"I'm helping out Hyeji-ssi and her sister." 

Taehyung spared me a glance and gave me rectangular smile as he reached out his hand for a high five to which I hesitantly high fived back to. 

"Hi Taehyung. The name's Yoon Hyeji." I spoke and returned to feather-dusting the pieces of furniture to leave them two to talk.

"How did your audition go?" Taehyung asked and Jimin rubbed his neck as he explained, "I don't know. I mean, I tried, Tae, but I still hope I get accepted."

Okay, Hyeji, time to stop eavesdropping on other people's conversation. 

I still wonder though, what exactly did Jimin audition for? I hate this I'm getting too curious about him. I shook my head as if doing so would shake off the thoughts about Jimin, it didn't of course. 

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{Long rant about kpop}

It's been a while. I've been busy writing a new book, this time with BTS Jin. 

Anddd the boy group I've been waiting for has debuted! Vromance! Of course I had to stan them because duh, talent. If you haven't heard of them, you're missing out. They're so talented I have no words to describe how perfect they are, like RBW Ent. has created a group sent from heaven. Their vocals make me cry :'(  They do not look like rookies at all.

Also, MAMAMOO and Oh My Girl are making a comeback this August and my heart is not prepared. The fact that they might meet each other backstage is enough for me to fangirl about. But I do feel bad for Oh My Girl because they've been promoting nonstop, they need rest. For MAMAMOO, I'm just ready to be slayed. 

k.bye.