Trouble

Date

I looked with annoyance at Jimin, who was struggling to apply lavender colored nail polish onto my tiny nails. I was trying very hard not to move. 

"Why are you dressing up so much?" He asked, and I tilted my masked face to meet his gaze. The face mask shifted position, and I straightened with one of my free hands. I shrugged to his response and said, "It is my first date," 

"This is extremely hard to do," He muttered under his breath as he focused all of his attention back to applying the nail polish. I laughed at him and looked around my old room. I couldn't believe that I had mustered up the courage to actually enter the room once again. It looked like it had one year ago, but I knew something had profoundly changed. I inspected the picture frames from a distance and tried to not let the tears leave my eyes. I wished, especially today, that my mother was there with me. 

"You chose to apply the nail polish," I taunted him further, and he glared at me. 

"That was because Taehyung is working, and I have nothing else to do till we leave." He sighed, closing the bottle and placing it on the nightstand as he finished applying the nail polish to my tiny pinky finger. I brought my hand closer and blew air on my nails to dry the lacquer faster. 

"Do you have to go back, hyung?" I asked, looking at his cropped blond hair, and wondering if his hair color would have changed the next time I saw him. 

"I do have college as well," He laughed, and I sighed through my nose. He would probably be an entirely different person the next time I saw him. 

"Have a safe drive," I said, removing the face mask, and crumpling it to throw into the bin. I walked to the dustbin, threw it in, and on the way back to my bed, picked up a dry towel. I patted my face dry and looked at Jimin. I instantly thought back to the few years before we were ten, and how he had forced me to call him hyung and not oppa because he simply didn't like the latter word. I smiled a bit. 

"You may get to see me soon, though. I am thinking of applying to your university," He said, running a hand through his hair, making it stick up at the ends. 

"I hope," I said, smiling and look at my lavender colored nail polish. 

-

I tucked my ears under the fluffy grey cap and made sure that it was straight and not sticking out in any direction. I checked my reflection in the mirror, brick orange colored cable knit sweater, a military green colored coat, light blue jeans with knee rips: I looked okay. 

I let out a satisfied sigh and sat down to wear some socks and my new chunky, ankle boots. I was wearing black socks when I heard Tae walk down the stairs. I turned and found him carrying a weary expression. 

"What happened to you?" I asked. He glared at me and walked toward the kitchen. He came back smiling, holding a white colored mug, and smelling of coffee.

"Nothing," He said, coming to a stop near me. 

"Where are you off to?" He asked, sipping on the liquid and smacking his lips together. I told him, and he shifted uncomfortably but said nothing more of it. 

"Wait," He said as he turned around and ran up to his room. 

I blinked with confusion and looked around the doorway without much idea as to what I was waiting for. I had sent away uncle, aunt, and Jimin a few moments ago with my dad. Tae's mother had gone out for most of the evening, as she had been called to an event for new music companies. She had gone there to build more contacts with other people in the industry, and possibly look for collaborations between Tae and other people. I knew, as I had heard my father discussing with uncle yesterday, that both of them, Tae and Yoongi, were close to debuts now. 

Tae returned, holding blue socks in his hand. He threw them toward me, as he stood a good amount of distance away from me. I turned them over in my hand as I caught them. They were blue colored socks that had tiny dinosaurs on them. I laughed out loud and looked at him. 

I put them on, and then my boots. 

"They don't match my outfit," I said sadly, smiling through the guilt rippling across my chest. He really should stop doing such adorable things. Especially for me, he really should. 

"They still look good on you," He said, turning on his heels and walking back into the kitchen. 

I looked down at the little of the socks I could see from my angle. I smiled, extended my leg to look at them a bit more clearly. I picked up my bag and walked out of my home.

-

I waited for Yoongi near Gangnam station and this time didn't pace around, just stood against the subway railing, waiting patiently. He walked toward me after a few minutes. He had his hair pushed back, and was wearing a gummy smile on his face. He was wearing a white shirt, half tucked into his light blue pants, and a thick black overcoat. He had on black sneakers and smelled like his usual self: a mix of the sea and mints.

"Let's go," He said, extending his elbow, and waiting for me to link my elbow into his crook. 

I did that but also intertwined our finger with one smooth move. He was stunned for a few moments, but after a while, he squeezed my fingers, and we walked to wherever he was taking me on the date. 

"I am really excited," He said, shivering in the slight wind that blew at our backs. I smiled despite myself and said that I was excited as well. 

"Where are we going?" I asked as we walked toward the train to Line no. 2. 

"Seoul Grand Park," He said straightforwardly. A part of me deflated. I thought that the boyfriend was supposed to say things like 'You'll see', 'it is a surprise', or at least 'Somewhere you'll enjoy', but he had gone and revealed the exact location where they were going. My smile crumpled a bit but I brought it back. 

"And what are we going to do there?" Please don't answer. Please don't answer.

"Visit the zoo," He said again. 

"Ah...I see," I said, trying not to show my disappointment. 

"Do you not like animals? But I know you do, which is why I chose the zoo. Do you not want to walk? No...no, you like to walk, especially with me..." He went on and on, listing various reasons to my unenthusiastic reply, and I felt horrible for being a snob and expecting stupid things out of his response. I shut him up by kissing him softly on his cheek. He stopped talking and looked at me with annoyance. 

"I would love to spend the day with you at the zoo," I said. He had taken too much care in planning this day, and I wanted to enjoy it, and I knew I would. He wasn't like other boys, but I wasn't exactly like other girls, and if he was cutting back on his expectations for me, I could do the same.

"Don't kiss me so much, I'll get used to it." He said, pulling me closer by tugging on our linked arms. I bumped into him as we came to a stop at the platform. "What's wrong in getting used to kisses?" I asked. 

"I want our kisses to be something that makes my heart flutter, and if I get used to it, my heart won't flutter," He said, shrugging. My heart stopped beating for a second. How was he so smooth in whatever he said? 

"Idiot," I said, smiling and kissing him once more, except on the lips this time.

"I don't think I can get used to this," He said, as we broke apart. 

Today was turning out to  be a good day. The best day.