smoke and sins | park jimin /hiatus/

chapter 3 | coincidence

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Fuck my life. School.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

I stretched my body.

I should really change that alarm, that sound is terrible. Maybe to the sound of-

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Yah! I get it!

Slowly rising from my bed, like some cliché mummy from a totally non-racist Hollywood movie (note the sarcasm), I looked at that stupid alarm.

5:15am

Ah, why Lee Jae-Eun do you torture yourself by working out in the morning?

Because I seem to be a masochist.

I got of the bed and gave myself a really good stretch and ran to the closet. I mean I RAN. I wasn't gonna be late to school just because I couldn't choose my workout clothes. However lonely I may seem, I made sure to do lots of extracurricular activities and have 3 gym memberships to keep me in shape. Hence why performing arts is one of my options in school.

Just like Jimin-

Not that it matters.

Pulling on some random combination of clothing (today seemed to be a day where luck seemed to stop me from looking like a circus freak) and quickly putting on my workout trainers, I ran into the kitchen and grabbed my keys and phone.

Do you think you'll see those boys?

Do they look like the type to workout?

Maybe? Have you looked at their body?

YAH! I'm not some stalker to examine whether they have abs or not.

Closing the front door, I ran down the stairs to the two wheeler parking area and locker area and retrieved my bike and helmet. I put my helmet on and slid my possessions in the convenient tiny carrier by the side of the bike.

"An-nyeong!" said a familiar voice.

Fuck my life.

I turned around.

"An-nyeong." I said curtly. Screw you, Park Jimin.

"Remember me? Park-"

"I remember you. We met less than 24 hours ago."

We looked at each other awkwardly. Well, more like he looked awkwardly. I was waiting for the conversation to end.

"Yah, I didn't know you worked-"

"I can't really talk right now,  I need to go. Sorry," I snapped and rode away from. What the hell? Why did I keep bumping into him?

Maybe it's destin-

Destiny? Seriously. This isn't a romanticised version of some insipid novel.

Destiny?

Screw that.

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After returning from my ride around Seoul (it was quite busy from the street merchants and business men), I rushed to my apartment.

What's the time?

I looked at the clock in the kitchen.

6:30am

Good, I have some time to freshen up.

It was March, just the beginning of spring, but it was still warm enough for me to sweat an ocean. The joys of being me.