Your Lover's Hair

1. three months prior

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"So...you got dumped?" I asked the boy, Jimin, as we hauled boxes out of the bed of his truck.

"Yeah," Jimin replied numbly, "Thank you, for bringing it up..."

"Fuck," I replied shamefully, "Sorry, it was a pathetic attempt at small-talk. I didn't even realize—" I began, before he cut me off.

"I'm messing with you," Jimin giggled, "Yeah, we broke up. But this happens at least once a month. I'll be out of your hair before you know it!"

Shocked, I forced a chuckle back. And Jimin could tell that my chuckle was forced, as he put a large box in my arms, covering my face that was painted with an uncomfortable grin.

"Who is your boyfriend?" I asked, still trying for the smalltalk that Jimin obviously wasn't fond of, "Maybe I know him!"

"His name is Yoongi," Jimin replied as I felt the fabric of his flannel rush past me. He was carrying a box too.
"This is the last of the boxes," Jimin said, changing the subject, "I think it's starting to rain. We should get this stuff inside."

"Good idea," I laughed, "Hold the door for me!"

"So...do you?" Jimin asked, as I shuffled up the steps and stood in front of him.

"Do I what?" I responded, craning my head around the left of the box—only to see that he was looking around his at me.

"Do you know Yoongi?" Jimin prodded, straining his neck to look at me.

"Oh, no," I replied, "I don't think I do."

Rain droplets began to fall harder now, clunking off of the tops of the cardboard boxes that Jimin and I both held—occasionally plopping onto our heads.

"Good," Jimin said smiling, "You wouldn't like Yoongi. He's kind of a douchebag."

"You said you two were getting back together?" I interjected, "Why would you go back to a 'douchebag'?"

"I've never gone back to him," Jimin laughed, "He comes back to me. I could live with or without him. I just prefer being with him," he smiled.

"I don't understand love," I chuckled, holding the door open with my foot as Jimin ran inside at the sound of clapping thunder, "I never have."

"I wouldn't even call it love," Jimin replied as I ran inside.
I set my box down at the foot of the stairs, and took Jimin's box, setting one on top of the other. As I cocked my head to the side, Jimin could tell that I was confused.
"Oh!" he added, "I mean that I usually just call him—"

And then, the door swung open with a strong gust of wind, and it hit me harshly on the back as I tumbled into Jimin, backing him against the wall as his hands seemed to instinctively fall to my waist.

"I usually just call him a happy accident," Jimin chuckled, looking down at his hands and then up at me, smiling as I quickly stepped back, feeling my cheeks become hot with embarrassment.

"Sorry," I mumbled, shaking my head, "I guess I should tell you now: if you don't close that door just the right way, it'll just blow open."

"Good to know," Jimin laughed, picking up the box I took from him, and roaming up the stairs that led to my apartment, "You said my room was past the kitchen, down the hall and to the left?"

"Right!"

"Wait," Jimin chuckled, "Do you mean right as in correct? Or that my room is actually the one on the right?"

"I mean that you're correct. Your room is past the kitchen, down the hall, and to the left."

"Right."

"Left—"

"No," Jimin laughed, "I was agreeing with you!"

"Jesus!" I groaned, "We'll be here all night! You sit pretty in the living room, and I'll bring your stuff to your room on the left."

"You sound exactly like my boyfriend right now," Jimin laughed as I stomped up the stairs and he stacked the box he was holding atop mine, "Have fun with that. I'll be 'sitting pretty' if you need me," he groaned, "Because all I am is a pretty face," he whined over-dramatically.

"COME ON!" I scolded as he threw his head back in laugher once we were inside my apartment, "You know I didn't mean it like that."

"What's funny is, Yoongi definitely would have meant it like that," Jimin sighed.

"Then you're right," I said smiling, as Jimin raised an eyebrow, "He is a douchebag, and I wouldn't like him."

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That was three months ago. Now, Park Jimin's attitude has changed entirely, and I'm the one stuck picking up the pieces.