the park incident is still vivid in jimin's memory.
he never thought that the person would let their very own self break in front of him, a stranger.
or maybe they know him too? at least seeing him around the neighbourhood they're both living in.
it has been a week.
he's been staring at the person who lives just adjacent from where his house is. looks like holding a cup of freshly brewed coffee in their hand, sitting on a chair in their balcony.
what's in that mind?
jimin doesn't like thinking too much about things that confuses him. he would probably go and confront a person for answers rather than jumping into conclusions by himself. he has proven it won't help anyone.
staring at the person, he remembered the first time he laid his eyes on them. it's kinda like this but at that time it was already winter, not autumn.
it's the exact position: holding a cup of coffee, sitting on a chair in their balcony. except that day, of course, they're wearing thick clothes with a red face.
he remembered staring and getting caught on that day. he just waves his hands, slightly embarassed and the person looked away.
but that doesn't stop him from staring, purposely.
he loves to.
