Just A Dare ✔️

I'm Different, Okay

It's been four days since I've last spoken to Jimin. I even took two days off from school. I can't face him, not yet. I want to make sure the next time I see him I will be able to answer him, and right now I'm still questioning everything.

I fixed some ramen and made my way back into my bedroom. I closed the door sitting at my desk. My window was open as the warm almost summer breeze was coming through. I could hear children playing outside and even a dog barking. The whole world is still going on, so why do I have the mood of the end of the world. I feel like crap. And it's all because I can't make up my mind.

Even last night I grabbed my magic eight ball and asked the question a million times. Most of the times I just got something weird like, Ask Later. Or something like that.

I started blowing my ramen as I turned on my computer. Micha dropped by my homework for the two day's I've missed, and one of them is a essay I have to write out. So I guess to get my mind of the question for awhile I'll do some homework and eat.

Two Hours Later.

I cracked my knuckles and cracked my neck a few times before I walked back downstairs. I made it half way before I saw a picture on the wall. A picture of my mom and dad. It was their weeding day and both of them looked completely happy. My mom's face was glowing like an angel, and my dad looked super handsome. The year was 1993 when they finally tied the knot. My mom and dad were middle school, and high school sweethearts. But even when my dad asked my mom for her hand in marriage. Believe it or not my mom said no. Not once. But five times. Poor dad.

My mom never wanted to get married. She said why change anything about their life. She was happy just having him. She always said she didn't need a ring, a piece of paper to prove her love. But my dad wanted it. He wanted to be sure to call my mom his. He wanted to make sure no matter what my mom and him were forever bound together. It sounds romatic and all, but not that long after I was born did he die. Leaving my mom and I alone. Yeah we may support each other, but my mom needs a husband. And I need a father.

I reached down touching my bracelet he gave me. I still can't believe I almost lost this. If not for Micha, the last piece of my dad would be gone. She doesn't understand how much I'm thankful for. Without this silly bracelet I would feel uncompleted.

Wait. Maybe I should call my mom and ask her how does she think. Knowing her she would probably tell me to get married. Since she really, really likes Jimin. Ever since Jimin saved me from that creep my mom has always talked about how Jimin is perfect. How he is a angel sent to me. Which is something I don't disagree with. Jimin is everything to me, and I'm blessed to be with him.

"Mom?" I answered taking a seat on the couch with the phone in my hand.

"Hey baby doll. I was going to call you tonight to tell you I won't be coming home this weekend. Work is very stressful these days. But I bet that's not why you called me. What's going on sweetie?" She asked in a calm voice.

"That's fine. I called because...I have a question to ask, that I was asked." I mumbled playing with the sleeve of my hoodie.

"And what is that baby doll?"

"That....Jimin....asked.....me....if....-"

"Spit it out baby. You only get this nerves when it's something really important. So don't hold it in. Take a deep breath and ask away." My mom advised in a calm relaxing voice. My mom has always been good at helping me with things like this.

"Jimin asked me to marry him." I spoke. Silence. She didn't say anything. That's weird.

"Mom?"