(DISCONTINUED) Cupid | Park Jimin

12. regret

a/n: second update of today~ SORRY FOR JUST DISAPPEARING GUYS I SWEAR I DIDN'T ABANDON THIS BOOK I JUST CAN'T FIND TIME----

his pov.

I step outside the door of the restaurant where I met the girl, positioning myself just under the shade. Heavy rain starts rampaging from the clouds, drops of moisture that backfired from the ground seek shelter in my feet. I silently nag at myself for not bring an umbrella today, out of all days I could think of bringing one. It's honestly unfair.

Before I could even invite her to move somewhere else, Hayeon insisted on going home early, but we managed to exchange numbers anyway. She left with her own umbrella after endlessly asking me if I'll be alright.

And now I'm here, waiting for the sudden rain to stop and hoping she had a good impression of me before she left.

I'm starting to like her already.

I slightly swing myself back and forth with my hands shoved inside my pockets, waiting for the gray clouds to subside and reveal the obscured daylight.

The weird girl in the brightly coloured dress suddenl appears right in front of me once again, except she's continuously letting herself be drenched by the rain in the middle of the road, twirling around and kicking the small puddles with her bare feet. A sudden urge to pull her out of the rain pops up in my head, but I ignore it after remembering that no one else can see her but me.

This girl is starting to make me feel crazy.

Not only did she make me uncomfortable throughout the whole blind-date thing with Hayeon, she also makes me frustrated at the fact I can't let her know that I can see her.

She's out here, doing all the crazy things she can ever since she saw me; gawking, shouting and assessing my every move, but she has no idea.

My grandmother told me years back not to reveal my ability to ghosts since they can haunt me for the rest of my life. They'd be more interested to follow me around, ask to be friends with me, ask me favors to communicate with others and with that they can possibly bring back all those fifth grade bullies once again.

But for some reason, this girl doesn't feel like a ghost at all. And whenever I look around me, I don't see any other ghostly entities moping around at the corner of the streets or haunting anyone. She doesn't give off that ghostly vibe either, she's like an invisible human-like creature who can get soaked by the rain. And ghosts don't get soaked by the rain.

Maybe Hoseok hyung was lying when he said he couldn't see her.

But then this girl also mentioned that I shouldn't be able to see her either.

Ugh, what's wrong with me?

Am I so deprived of women that I start imagining some realistic underage girls following me around?

her pov.

The rain ends after a few minutes of my playing around in the middle of the road.  The Park Jimin who I'm very frustrated at for meeting another girl seems to be waiting for it to stop the whole while, so he crosses the road in a rush and I follow him.

I look down at his pinky finger to check the condition of the red string.

And I. Screamed.

My eyes widen at the appalling sight of the sudden loss of the string's red pigment, panicked thoughts flying around my head as I rummage through the inside my head looking for some palpable explanation.

It's not red anymore, it's purple.

A dark, purple shade.