= min ara =
i was just staring at my food because i begun gaining my fear of eating again.
"why aren't you eating?"the guy and i have been here for probably 15 minutes and i have spent it just watching my food.
"i told you. i'm not hungry."
i kept lying but i knew he wouldn't fall for it anyway so i just looked down.
"if you won't eat then i'll feed you."
he got my chopsticks and twirled them into my spicy ramen ( i'm sorry for always using ramen. i just really love ramen > ◡ < )
when the chopsticks had more than enough ramen on them be extended his arm and the ramen was just before my face.
i just stared at it with my arms crossed.
"my arm is getting painful so please eat it."
he pretended to rub his muscular biceps and making a pained facial expression.
i laughed at him because he looked really funny and he laughed as well.
i decided to end his suffering by eating the ramen twirled around the metal chopsticks.
"aigoo..."
the guy got my hand and i decided to eat another serving and another because this was gonna take long if i kept pushing the food away.
he stared at me as i ate and when i noticed him i chocked on my food. i immediately drank water to stop from coughing.
"anyway I've been really curios. what's your name?"
i decided to break the tension not only that but i realized that we've met for a while but none of us know each others names.
then he stopped eating ramen and looked at me.
"jimin. park jimin."
his words came out softly and entered my thought while being processed.
park jimin.
it sounded so familiar but i couldn't seem to put my finger on it.
then i found out who he was.
he was that famous guy who went to my school. people kept talking about him everyday. they kept talking about how handsome he was but i never saw him cause i didn't have any intention and plus all the girls were around him all the time.
could that mean that he saw me when i was fat? wait we never saw each other at that age which is good.
"what are you thinking about?"
i forgot that i stopped eating and just stared at the wooden table we were on.
"nothing"
i continued to eat my ramen trying not to think about it.
"why are you being worried about me anyway?"
i looked at him and he looked at me while he slurped his ramen.
"nobody should be alone."
as simple as it sounded it entered my mind and complicated it.
nobody should be alone then why was he?
"i have to get going cause i have something to attend to. make sure to finish your ramen."
he smiled at me before he got his things and left.
i looked at him before he went out the door.
why did he even bother coming near me? there are tons of people who are so much prettier than me anyway.
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Short StoryTtam 땀 = Sweat sweat \ˈswet\ 1 a : to excrete moisture in visible quantities through the openings of the sweat glands : comfort ❆ Book 2 for the Blood Sweat and Tears series ❆ (lower case intended)