A Walk In The Park

.5.

He didn't seem to be meeting up with anyone so that made you wonder. He walked into what lookd like a park. But it didn't have swings or slides. Just a lake , benches and trees.

He seated himself on a very worn down bench underneath a pink blossom tree. Out of all the benches, why did he choose that one? Jimin was just getting more and more interesting and you couldn't stand it.

You were creeping around like an idiot with your shoulders hunched which made people stare at you. Was there anyone around here that wasn't judgemental? All he fricking did was stare at the floor. You saw a few tears escape his eyes and you immediately felt sorrow.

You were about to leave when he beckoned you, "Lisa. Get over here."

You walked over to the bench embarrassed, once again.

"Why did you follow me here?" you stayed silent at his question. Wasn't it obvious?

"I was worried." and you weren't even going to lie.

After some awkward scilence he asked another question, "Have you ever been here before?" you shook your head. Now it was your turn for questioning him.

"Why were you crying in the office? Why didn't you show up to class? Is it because of what I said? Oh Jimin, I just meant it as a joke... if something's going on you need to tell somebody."

"Stop it. You know nothing about me. Just stop it." then he bursted into tears. You felt like crying yourself and you wanted to give him a hug but you knew he was pissed at you.

Then he got up and left. So you did too.

-

That evening you decided to make some kimchi for you neighbour just to have a peek inside his house. You left your house and crossed the road and knocked on number 60. No one answered, so you were about to leave, when someone opened the door.

She looked around three years old. She was adorable.

"Annyeonghaseyo, can I help you?"

"Is this Jimin's house?"

"Ne, appa, a girl is at the door." then you heard footsteps. In matter of seconds Jimin appeared in front of you with messy hair, puffy face, swollen eyes, in a vest and shorts. You guessed her father must've been out.

"Jimin?! Are you okay?"

Jimin's facial expression changed from miserable to mad when he saw you, "What are you doing here?! Fuck off! I've already told you I don't need you to be nosy. Gosh, are all americans this annoying?" his rants would not stop until you reached your breaking point,

"Jimin. I thought you might want some kimchi?" as soon as he saw the box in your hands, his face lit up.

"Come in." you rolled your eyes and walked in.

Woah. The walls were emerald and the carpet was black velvet and there were purple velvet sofas with a gigantic TV screen. His living room was bigger than your future. The house did look quite big on the outside, but you never expected for it to be this big.