Running In Circles // pjm.

Uninvited

I was all packed and ready for Japan, and so were all the props. I hated to admit it, but I was kind of excited too. Maybe this will bring something new, maybe I'll even buy a kimono.

The flight left in the night so I had almost all day free. I decided to go out and shop. It had been a while since I had shopped for myself. Wearing a peach sundress with white shoes and round brown sunglasses, I headed out. The pale dress brought out my tan skin and dark hair with the mild blue dye standing out. I walked to my car calmly, slipping in and turning on the radio. I patted the dashboard softly, whispering, "I'll miss you, baby girl." 

I drove my car every day. She was beautiful and spending even a week without her was painful.

After a successful shopping trip, I walked out of the elevator and toward my apartment, attempting to balance my shopping bags in one arm while holding my phone and coffee in the other. I groaned loudly and used my knee to hoist one bag upward only to almost lose my phone in the process. Except someone in front of me caught my phone and took the coffee out of my hand while I gathered myself and looked up at- Park Jimin? What?

"Do you need me to take those as well?" he said, cocking his head to the side.

What is happening?

"Um- no. Thank you. I just- I- I'm good." I said. Shit. He was wearing a white dress shirt with tight black pants. The pants were tucked shabbily on one side and I could see a silver chain on his structured chest, thanks to his top two buttons being open.

"Looks like you've been busy. Gucci... Versace... I didn't know a stylist's job paid that well... maybe I should consider it." He said, glancing at the bags and then at me.

I frowned. "There's H&M and Topshop, too. And pardon me but, you shouldn't be talking about someone's income like that," I said, pulling out the house keys from my pocket.

"What are you doing here anyway?" I asked, turning the key in the lock.

"I wanted to talk. About the other day," he said. I couldn't see his face because I was too busy pushing the door wide open. I wish I had seen his face so as to predict his intention. I held the door open and he motioned for me to enter first. Huh, polite?

I walked in with him after me, setting the bags down on the couch.

He looked around the place and whistled, "damn, a stylists' job really pays. Now I am considering it."

I scoffed. "It's alright," I shrugged, "anyway, you were saying?" cutting right to the chase.

He sighed. "Just something Taehyung said the other day had me thinking all of this isn't worth it," he shoved his hands in his pockets.

"I apologize for not coming to you for the changes in the outfit. I realize you probably got blamed for that and it could have been easily avoided. So..." he shrugged.

"Alright. And what about the other day?" I asked. Oh my god, Tara, shut up!

"What about it?" he replied.

"You," I said, pointing at him "were kinda rude..."

"You were, too," he retorted.

Damn. What is this, 3rd grade?

"I only stated the facts. Besides, you started it," I said, crossing my arms.

"yes, okay, but in a rude way. And, what are we in the 3rd grade?" he said.

Oh my god!

"Just apologize for being a douche and we're good," I said

"I'll apologize if you apologize," he responded.

OH, MY GOD.

"But I have nothing to apologize for." I said, shaking my head.

"Then neither do I." he said, cocking his head to the side again. Can he stop that?

"What was the purpose of this?" I palmed my forehead.

"I don't even know." He said and turned around, walking to the door.

"Would you like some tea?" I asked. Wait, what the fuck. Why did I do that?

Hand still on the handle, he spun around flashing me a small, amused smile paired with a soft, confused frown.

"What?" he asked.

I'm just as confused as you are.

"Would you like some tea?" I repeated, hesitantly.

Taking his hand off the handle and turning to face me completely, he sincerely asked, "are you alright?"

"Yes. Perfectly," I responded. "Now, for the last time, would you like some tea?" I asked. Might as well own it now.

Amusement playing on his face, he said, "no, but thank you for asking." He turned around and I willed myself to say nothing till he shut the door after him.

Then I quietly whispered, "what the fuck." 

Shit, at least I tried.