MISANTHROPIC | pjm. [COMPLETED]

Chapter Fourteen

I crossed my legs on my bed, turning to the side, where the huge glass window was. The city was impressive even in the day, and I didn't complain admiring it, as I needed to wait for another hour to take off the bag on my head. 

I was hoping it would be darker than in the photo. My hair was blonde for a year - and now, it would be nice to have it in a different colour. Red. 

My hand made it's way to rest itself on the bed. I felt myself sighing as I looked around the room. To others, this would be a dream room. But I was so used to it, the room didn't look as sophisticated anymore. It seemed.. standard and messy. 

This room would've always calmed me down. This was the best place and only place I was excited to be in. The only room that gave me privacy, the only room that made me relax. 

I thought it would always be like that - but now, for a reason I didn't even know of, I didn't want to be here anymore. I felt a sudden wanderlust. 

I closed my eyes, grabbing my phone and earphones to listen to some music, until the doorbell rang. 

Who could it be? 

I wasn't used to people visiting me. I felt annoyed, since I didn't really like it in the first place. I looked into the scope, my eyes widening a bit when I realised it was Jimin. I turned to a mirror, seeing my hair in a bag. 

What a timing. 

He shouldn't be suspicious about last night.. right? 

I pursed my lips, taking a deep breath and faking a smile as I opened the door, "Jimin. What are you doing here?" he was dressed casually, and he didn't seem like he brought the project with him. 

"Happy Birthday!" he said randomly. 

My mouth went agape. 

.. 

How did he know? 

"Jimin," I said, cursing myself for almost stuttering. Even I myself wanted to forget about this day. I just couldn't. I never did anything special. Nobody knew about my birthday. I wanted to lie, that it wasn't my birthday. But I needed to know. "How did you know?" 

"Omo?" his eyes widened, and his lips cracked into a smile. "Really? It was just a random guess!" 

I felt my soul sulk. No way. 

"Aish! I feel psychic now." he smiled. I looked away, feeling myself suddenly grow uncomfortable. 

"What are you doing here, Jimin?" I repeated my question, but my voice suddenly grew cold. I was getting out of character - I didn't like it when I got reminded of things I didn't want to. 

"Oh, well Jin and Yoongi-hyung had something else to do today. Jungkook is okay with it, Taehyung said he's available, so why not bring you along? It would be fun. And what do you know? It's your birthday!" 

I pointed at the bag on my head, "I can't go, Jimin." 

"Gah," he waved a hand. "That only takes an hour. Come on, Sumire! It will be fun. I want you to have a nice birthday! I'll wait for you." for some reason, I immediately gave in and let him inside. 

It wouldn't hurt to try.. wouldn't it? 

"You're really dying it red?" Jimin said excitedly, taking off his shoes. I nodded slowly, and offered him to take a seat on the couch. Near it was another huge glass window, which was a nice view. "Also.. are you okay? The other day, you were-" 

"It's nothing." I said right away. Please don't ever bring that up again. "Really." 

He didn't seem too convinced. But he was so considerate - that he didn't bother asking. "Alright. Also, since Taehyung lost yesterday, he said he's going to treat me to an amusement park!" he laughed evilly, "He'd have no choice but to treat you."