speak | taehyung

twenty two: what it's like to kiss park jimin in a cute cafe in front of you

WARNING: UNEDITED

When I told my mom that I saw you at the pier she insisted that it was a sign. She said we were meant for each other. But of course, I am not, and will never be the optimistic hopeless romantic my mother is.

"Signs." "Meant for each other."

Boatload of crap.

Of course I just smiled as she said so, kindly denying the idea. Her whole soulmate theorem no longer fit my dark view of reality.

"What about Jimin?" My mom asked.

"We're just friends."

"I can see it in his eyes. The way he looks at you."

"Nah. Just friends. That's all."

In the past months of your absence, Park Jimin aka the boy who lost his throne of popularity in a week, somehow became my friend. I can't recall exactly how he weaved his way into my life, but as he did, I grew fonder of him. I trusted him and I found myself opening up to him, about you.

That day Jimin thought it would be a good idea to go to the pier. I didn't want to go, but Jimin insisted. He was like you in that way.
I never told him about our encounter a few days prior. I assumed the information would be irrelevant to him and it would just add to my paranoia that I would see you again.

So, the day went on. Jimin and I walked along the coastline. Our bodies silent as his hand unconsciously brushed against mine. I could feel my heart pounding for the first time, for someone other than you. My body wanted him to hold my hand, my thoughts were about you.

Jimin stopped in the middle of the boardwalk and turned to me. The sun illuminated his face and he looked so...pretty.

Damn. I thought. His future girlfriend is lucky.

Then suddenly, in the middle of the summer, the heavens cried. The sky sparked a heavy downpour. My eyes widened in shock as heavy droplets of rain crashed against my skin. Jimin chuckled, his smile even more beautiful than his face. I couldn't help but feel somewhat giddy. We stood in the rain for a few seconds and then Jimin dragged me to the sheltering front of a small cafe near the edge of the pier. I kept smiling and smiling and I just couldn't stop smiling. For some reason, I felt guilty for smiling so much. I missed you. And in that moment as if you had been reading my mind, your presence appeared out of thin air.

In one hand you were tightly clutching on to a blue umbrella and in the other you were holding on to the hand of a somebody else. She was tall and had pretty eyes. She was just your type.

 I forgot that Jimin was next to me, and I didn't realize that he knew who you were just by the way I looked at you. I couldn't stop looking at you but you never spared a glance back.

That was until he kissed me. Jimin wrapped his fingers around my waist and pulled me close as his lips touched mine. It was so pure, the way he gently kissed me. I felt safe, and sure. This was the first kiss I had after you left. And I liked it. Jimin was a good kisser. I liked the way his touch felt as he traced circles over my soaked t-shirt which clung to my back. I liked the way he was kinda rough and placed kisses on my jaw. I liked the way that my fingers ran through his wet and soft hair. I liked how we both didn't care that we were in public. I liked how I felt like there was no hesitation in his actions. I liked the sweetness of it, and everything about it. Because it was never like one of ours.

"Just friends, don't kiss. You know?"

"Well...you wouldn't stop looking at him." He blushed. I blushed. We both blushed.

But then you finally looked at me through the window of the cafe. You were inside and I was stuck in the rain, but I could clearly see, the anger which seemed to penetrate the glass between us. Almost immediately, the redness drained from my cheeks.