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the new cotton smell from the bed sheets fill aeyeon nose as the first thing she smells when she woke up.
a smile sparks on her lips and usual habit of her, she grabbed her phone and a there's an income message.
she clicked on it and read each word, trying to swallow the deep meaning.
is this what jimin told me yesterday?
ignoring the text she went and take a quick bath.
after refresh herself, she turned on the tv and cooked herself a rolled eggs.
the smell of the rolled eggs stuffed her nose while she busy stuff the actual food in her mouth.
as she was focusing on the tv her doorbell rang and she quickly skipped to the door.
"oh, hello im your neighbour lee dasomi." she greeted. aeyeon startled at the sudden greets but greet the girl back as well.
"i'm aeyeon, i just move here yesterday." aeyeon bowed. dasomi smile as she hand her a box of rice cake.
"come in."
with lighted foot, the stranger enter the house, peeking at every corner.
"i-- i live here alone, but my husband would-- came here every weekend." aeyeon said as she make the stranger sit on the couch while she placed the rice cake on the plate to be serve.
"oh, i live next door for already three years." she said pulling the muscle corner of her lips upward.
"ms. dasomi leave with?" aeyeon said sounding formal but awkward for her.
"just call me da-- somi, call me somi. i leave there alone, my mom sometimes visit me."
"have some, rice cakes." aeyeon offered some but somi shook her head.
"i don't eat rice cake but i know how to made them, my mom taught me. have some." aeyeon just nodded her head.
"oh, i'm running late. i'll get to go." and by the last remark the petite girl exit aeyeon's house.
jimin touch the floor and looked at his finger. his gaze on the dusty floor but his mind are nowhere to be found.
hoseok placed the magnifiying glass on jimin's forehead.
"what's wrong with you?" hoseok asked. he startled and looked at hoseok confused.
"why hyung?" he asked looking at hoseok -who's twitching his eyebrows.
"why are you sweeping the dirty floor?" hoseok laugh and hit jimin head lightly. jimin brushed his hair and chuckled lightly. he felt something wrong but he ignored it and try his best to focus on his only job.
jimin and hoseok focused on the murder place while jungkook and namjoon seat near a dried drain side by side.
namjoon bit the egg and cheese kimbap while jungkook eat his meat kimbap.
"you heard the conversation yesterday right?" namjoon started the conversation.
"which one daseom and jimin or jimin and aeyeon." jungkook replied. he wipe a smeared sauce near his lips and straightly wiped on his black pants.
"the latter." namjoon replied with his mouth full with food.
jungkook swallowed the food in his mouth and look at namjoon.
"he said to aeyeon for the time being, don't trust anyone." jungkook said quavering at the end.
namjoon stared at his feet before make a loud noise from his throat. jungkook laugh while hitting his own tight.
yoongi -who heard the loud noise- went near them. he sat his butt next to jungkook.
"what are you talking about?" he asked expecting the answer from his head.
"daseom." jungkook said contemplating. namjoon facepalmed himself.
"let's not talk about daseom, im pretty sure jimin is stress about it. lets respect him." yoongi said, his right hand patting jungkook left tight.
meanwhile aeyeon kept the rice cakes in the fridge and went out to spend her money on valuable things like food or stupid things like a 1 m fried chicken banner.
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