mindgames | pjm

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a/n: YALL BETTER BE KISSIN MY ASS FOR THIS CHAPTER. fyi listen to the song as you read, it ties together all da feels heheh

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A few days later...

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I open my front door, the aroma of paint filling my nose. Since we left in a panic, my door had been unlocked. Shit, I thought. I grabbed an umbrella that had been sitting in a corner by the door, walking around the house to make sure I didn't have any intruders. I know, it was a pathetic weapon, but nonetheless I still needed to make sure. After ten minutes of pretending to be a spy, I set the umbrella down, the house was clear. I laughed softly to myself, shaking my head. I felt like crap, it hurt to walk even. I cleared my throat and swept the hair out of my face.

Today I'd be going on an "outing" with Jimin, he was gonna show me around the area like we planned last night. I wasn't sure what to wear though, would this be considered as a date? I definitely didn't, besides I didn't like him like that. Jimin said he'd come over at 3:00, and it was 1:56 right now. So that left a good hour to get ready. Wait why would I even need that much time... I shook my head, rubbing my eye. Aishh, why is it so cold? I thought, my feet walking on the freezing hardwood floors. I stepped over to the thermostat, turning it up to seventy-three. It made no sense that my house was 40* when it was 80* outside.

I sluggishly made my way up the stairs, deciding to go ahead and get ready. I wonder what Jimin had in mind for today. I decided on wearing some skinny jeans and my light pink floral top, I rummaged through my closet searching for the top when I noticed something. A dress, a black dress had been torn apart. It had tears all the way down from the middle to the end of the skirt, almost as if someone had taken a pair of scissors and purposely cut it. I yanked it out of the closet, holding it up. I threw it on the bed and covered my face with my hands, groaning. I was being harassed by a ghost, or whatever it was.

I threw my hands up and shook my head, whatever, I thought, I don't have time for this. I hurried and got dressed, pairing my outfit with a pair of converse. I threw my hair in a messy French braid and I put on some tinted moisturizer, in all honesty I didn't really care how I looked. It's just the way I am. I sat on the couch in the living room as I waited for Jimin.

I heard a subtle knock on the door and I hurried to open it, smiling as I greeted Jimin. He gave me that cute eyesmile before stepping in. "Ready to go?" He wore a baggy blue striped button-up shirt and some ripped jeans. Jimin stuffed his hands in his pocket, his bangs had been styled to part on the sides. Why does he look so cute right now. I looked at him funny. He quirked an eyebrow, "What is it? Do I have something in my teeth.." He covered his mouth, cheeks all red. I laughed softly and shook my head.

"No, dork." I smiled and we both headed out the door, I locked it. "So where we goin'?" I asked, looking up at him as we walked to his car. He shook his head.

"Why would I tell you." He gave me a quirky smile. "It wouldn't be a surprise if I did." Jimin teased, I glanced up to meet his eyes that glimmered, and the first three buttons on his shirt had been left undone to expose his collarbones. He looked away and ran a hand through his hair, "Ah, do you like rollercoasters?" He smiled as he reached into his pocket to grab his keys. The car doors clicked as he pressed the unlock button.

I stopped in my tracks, my face turning pale. "Uh.. what?" I felt my stomach knot just at the thought of those... god awful things.

He stopped and turned around to face me, "You don't?" I could see his childish smile slowly fade into a frown.