MISANTHROPIC | pjm. [COMPLETED]

Chapter Eight

"Are you okay?" 

That was the first thing he asked me. For a while, I thought he asked me if I really was okay - if i was happy with what I was doing, if I was happy to kill him without any regrets. But apparently, it was just because I stared at him the whole time. I didn't even notice. 

There was something about him that was.. comforting. Was it his gaze? His eyes? Either way.. I didn't like it. He slightly tilted his head, a bit confused. "Aish, Sumire, are you drunk or something?" 

I shook my head, snapping out of my thoughts and pulling the door open so he can come in, "No. Sorry - I've been thinking about things." I unconsciously helped him with his things, placing them on the table in the living room. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" he questioned, putting his bag down. I started to feel uncomfortable when I realised he was the only witness to my crime. I had to earn his trust. 

"No, it's okay." I reassured, flashing him a forced smile. "Really." 

He seemed hesitant at first, and though I didn't like it, I can tell he managed to read my expressions. He sighed, before looking around the room, "Woah. It smells like vanilla. And it's so neat in here!" 

I was a glad there was a wall between my room and the living room. Would you call it a room? If it was separated by a divider? 

But it was too late. Jimin was so engrossed into admiring the paintings and the furniture, he instinctively turned to a corner, where he saw the other side of the room. He saw the shogi board, pieces of it on the floor. 

He saw the darts, where some were still attached to the board. He saw the odd paintings, my messy bed. It seemed much more different than the other side of the room. It was more.. 

"Japanese." he shrugged. I was almost glad he didn't question most of the things others would, "You're really rich, Sumire." he pointed out, standing in front of the aquarium on the side. "Any advice for me?" 

I took a deep breath, forcing another smile, "My parents are just really considerate." 

He looked over his shoulder, flashing me another smile. "Doesn't it get lonely?" 

I paused, as if there was something in his questioned that bothered me. The fact that I didn't like interacting with people, it was confusing, because really.. there were times wherein I just wanted someone to talk to. Though, maybe that's the reason as to why I tend to be passive-aggressive about plenty of things. 

"I don't mind." I lied, making my way back to the living room. He slowly followed behind me. 

"I'm sorry if I become too nosy." he apologised, sitting in front of me. As he did, he pulled out the papers, the pens, basically everything we needed for the project. "Also, before we get to work, how about we talk about a base first? Maybe something we can base on?" 

I nodded slowly. I hated this. I was never creative. "How about.." I trailed off. "Designs that remind us of certain things?" 

He slightly tilted his head, "What do you mean?" 

"As in.. designs that remind us of our childhood, maybe. Maybe we could add similar furniture.. to make it look old-fashioned. At the same time, let's make designs that we would like to have in our house. To make it look modern." 

"Ah, I get it." he nodded. "That's such a good idea! I already got something in mind. How about we make the dining room larger than usual?" 

I shrugged, "That won't be a problem." 

"How about you?" he questioned, pulling out a piece of paper and writing the idea. "Anything you might want to add, Sumire?" 

"Wooden floor." I answered right away. He smiled at my response and wrote it down as well.