The Bucket List | Park Jimin editing

14; Stargazing

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#10: Stargazing 

I haven't seen him after that time he had confessed to me. I replied with a "no" in which he nodded understandingly, respecting my decisions like the usual. But, what worried me the most was his lack of reaction to my rejection. Jimin had shrugged off the attempted confession with ease like he had foreseen my blunt reply. Did my past self do the same thing? Like what everybody says, history always repeats itself.

I had no specific reasons why I said no to his confession and for some reason I felt in my gut that it was best to avoid a romantic relationship with a time traveler.

"I haven't seen Jimin in a while," I heard my brother over the loud sound of the blender.

"What are you even making?" I replied as the roar of the machine subsided into quiet hushes. I didn't want to talk about Jimin so I diverged the conversation somewhere else.

"Not sure. I just threw a bunch of leftovers and blended it."

"Why would you do that?" I couldn't help but shoot him a disgusted look that might have offended my brother.

I eyed the brown thick liquid solids in the pitcher. Namjoon poured some of the experiment into a glass, "Well, we can eat rice with a bunch of other things at the same time. So might as well blend it. Wouldn't it taste the same?"

"It looks disgusting though."

Namjoon gave me the stink eye before anticipating to gulp down the toxic chemical in one shot. I watched him apprehensively, waiting for the man to gag out his disgusting experiment. Namjoon must've sensed my anticipation and to humor himself, he fought back the urge to expose and sort of expression that would have pleased me.

"It's nasty isn't?" I leaned closer, poking at his cheek.

He shook his head, "Nope. Tastes like kimbap. Want to try some?"

I thought about trying it but, the stench radiating from the cup was enough to change my mind. I pushed the cup away from my face and shook my head, cringing at the "beverage".

"You didn't answer my question though," Namjoon leaned on the counter while drinking his dinner.

I shuffled to the fridge and pulled out what's left of Mrs. Park's homemade dinner she made for use two nights ago. "What was your question?"

Namjoon poured himself another drink before continuing, "That Jimin kid. The kid that always visits you when you were in the hospital."

I shoved the food absentmindedly in the microwave, causing some of its content to spill on the counter, "You knew?"

"I do daily visits, but that kid seems to be there before me."

"Why didn't you just come in while Jimin was with me?"

He put the empty pitcher in the sink and pulled out a bag of chips from the pantry, "You guys looked like you were in the zone. I didn't want to ruin the moment."

His emphasis on the word zone made me blush. The thought of being alone with Jimin made my stomach do somersaults.

"Are you guys a thing?" my brother continued on with the conversation with a question.

I shyly looked at my fingers, "I'm not sure."

The microwave made a ding noise which indicated my food was ready, but before I could walk over to retrieve my now hot food, Namjoon had beaten me to it, walking his way to to the microwave.