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Chapter three

I looked around to see a guy of about my age standing and looking down at me.

He wore a blue and a white stripped shirt with little roses on it, I couldn't help but notice how perfectly the shirt helped define his manly features. He had skin that was flawlessly smooth like a sheet of well done cloth, which made him devilishly handsome. He had dark eyebrows with soft hazel eyes that created a warm feeling inside my tummy.
My gaze moved down from his eyes to lips.
His soft plump lips looked so captivating as a smile etched its way back into his face.

Bless my eyes, I didn't know guys like this existed in reality and not in books.

"Are you okay? Do you need any help?" His sweet voice snapped me out from my daydream.

"Huh? Ah. Yeah I am fine- no wait I mean no, I am not fine actually " I scrunched my face because I knew I was sprawled on the floor looking like a complete mess.

The handsome guy just smiled at me as he told me he will be right back and went towards my wheelchair further down. I looked as he walked away. He looked even more dashing from the back as he walked down.

I slapped my cheeks lightly to stop checking out the nice stranger.
"Nice guys still exist, don't you think mom?" I turned around to the tombstone, fanning myself because I knew I would look like a mess after all the crying. My face would already look like a puffy rice snack.

After about a minute, the guy appeared again with my wheelchair.
"Uhh. I am really sorry, you had to do this. If I was in any position to get it myself, I would have done so I am really sorr-" I was about to keep apologizing when he cut my sentence. "Its alright miss. I don't think you would have been able to go down there yourself".

I cleared my throat to push back the thought of how damn attractive his voice sounded. "Its-its uhh Leah by the way." I said in a low voice.

He got me up in his strong arms and back in the chair slowly. As he did so, I could smell the musky scent in his cologne. It was not too striking, but discreet and pleasant. Just the way I liked. It was so cute seeing how careful he was being as if I would get hurt if I tried to get it on the chair myself.

"Thankyou very much ...?" I stopped as an indication for him to say his name.
"Jimin. Park Jimin." He smiled, that captivating smile again. "I see that you don't recognize me".

"Am I supposed to?" Now that made me curious. What kind of person was he exactly.

"No no. Its fine. Actually I am happy that I get to introduce myself, than you knowing who I am" He said as he unconsciously slipped his hand through his hair.
He went back and started to push the wheelchair and getting down the rocky hill.

I was thankful, because I could get up on my own but getting down was tough and mostly I always hurt myself when I did so.

I nodded. "okayyy. I am taking it as you're famous in some area for people to recognize you? A martial arts fighter?"

He laughed out loud at that , which was a cue for me that he wasn't. Of course he couldn't be. With that face he could be anything but a fighter.

"Oh oh, I got it. An art enthusiast? You paint! Or ..." I was thinking when he cut me again.
" I am not a painter Leah. I sing" he replied warmly.

How did I not think of that.
" I see. An idol group or..?"
" yes. I am in a group called bangtan sonyeondan, I suppose you've heard of it."

I knew I have heard of it somewhere but I couldn't remember. "I don't know, I'm not sure. Must be a big group"
"I wouldn't say that myself. We are still lacking" I smiled at his comment. He seemed nice.

I was about to ask him if it was alright helping me get down when it started raining hard.
"Oh we got to hurry or you're going to be all wet".

Thats the last thing he said before he just got into 'fast and furious mode' and hurried us both out of the cemetery and into a nearby bakery.

He made it just in time until it started raining really heavily and it didn't seem like it would stop anytime soon.

There wasn't any customers at the bakery so we went to the back and settled there near a big glass window.
He kept asking me if I was okay all the way and if I was going to catch a cold. Honestly I was alright and confused why he cared so much.

"I'm sorry but do you know me or did you know me before? At any point like did we go to school together or something? " I asked him as I pulled out my beanie and fixed my hair.
"I think this is the first time we met, why?" He replied doing the same.

I studied his face while he was trying to fix his wet hair. "I don't know. Yes its the first time we met, but why do I feel like you know me. I mean you act like you know me or you're just a very caring stranger, which is rare and hard to believe."

He froze at that and avoided looking at me which made me more suspicious.

"I - umm" he nervously laughed. "I guess you could say I am just a nice stranger."

"Really? That doesn't seem like the whole story. " I replied curiously.

He gulped as he finally met with my eyes and stared for a long time.

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A/N

So, what do you think? Was jimin a part of Leah's life? Or is there more........