Wrong ||Park Jimin

One

Not only was it a bad day, but it was about to get worse.
First, I forget to bring my umbrella walk home soaking wet, and then get hit on by a bunch of useless high-schoolers because my bra was visible under my white top.
Do I care? Absolutely not. Lee Hana has more problems and wearing a zebra print bra under a white button down, is the least of them.

Entering the house soaking wet, I was greeted with emptiness. Huh, I live alone. Almost forgot. After this spiritual revelation I made the grave error of running up the stairs into my room, resulting in me slipping and falling. On the stairs. In front of a boy.
...A BOY?

"Um, What the fuck are you?"

THE NERVE. But I'm not going to lie, the boy was a beauty. He had a face sculpted by God himself. How would I know? Looking at that jaw, that's how.
His skin was pale. Pale enough for you to notice his pink cheeks, but dark enough for it to look irresistible.
His eyes shone. They shone with something that looked like irritation, with a mix of amusement and shock.
His lips were light pink, but soon turned a shade darker when his tongue darted out to lick them.
"Are you going to get up or not?" He snapped. His voice was rather high pitched.
"Uh, yes." I got up, and walked towards him.
"What are you doing in my house?"
He looked bored.
"That's funny, now get out. I live here."

The audacity!

"You live HERE? Sorry, shorty, you got the wrong house. This entire layout looks like my house. I've lived in this neighborhood for 3 years, alright? The doors that way, let yourself out." I sassed while walking into my room. I opened the cupboard ready to change out of my wet clothes.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY CLOTHES?" The short guy came in, casually, smiling.
"Told you this is my house. Also told you to get the fuck out." 
I gritted my teeth as he hummed.
"Listen here, shorty, I want to know what you have done to my house and why the heck you were here."

"I could ask you the same thing, strange lady who burst into my house. Tell me, do you do this often? You know, INTERRUPT people's peaceful 'me time'."

What? ME?

"Okay, lady. Tell me this, where do you live?"

Where I live?

"I've been telling you that for the last 15 minutes. I. LIVE. HERE. "

"On 28th?"

Now that stopped me. I lived on 30th, That was the first block. There was basically this network of houses ranging 20th to 30th going for two blocks. I lived in the 30th, in the first block.

"This is 28th?" I spluttered.

"Yes. MY house. Are you getting out now?"

"O-Oh. I'm so sorry, I really thought it was my house. I'll be leaving. It was..uh...nice meeting you."

"Park Jimin. 19. Hi." He stuck out his hand.

"Lee Hana. 19." I grabbed it.

"When?"

"October 3rd."

"Well, hello, Noona."  He smirked.

Oh no. Noona?

"N-Noona?" I voiced my thoughts.

"Yes. You're older than me. I'm born on October 13th." He smiled.

What have I gotten into. I met the boy 15 minutes ago and I'm already feeling weird. Is he some kind of pervert?

"Jimin, I'll be leaving. It's pretty late. Plus, I have a lot of homework. I'm really sorry about bursting in like that. " I bowed

"No worries, Noona. At least we can be friends. Can't we?" He sounded so hopeful I couldn't help but nod.

"Yes, Jimin. We're friends now."

"Thank you Noona!" In an instant I had his arms wrapped around me.  He's so happy to have me as a friend. Wonder if he didn't have other friends?

Well, I sure don't.

I smiled and returned the hug. I couldn't help but feel happy in a long time.

Could I trust this boy? Could I tell him what I told no one? He said we're friends, right? Aren't friends supposed to trust each other.

I stepped away from him.

"Jimin, aren't friends supposed to trust each other?" I whispered.

"Yes, Noona. Freinds will always trust you, as you can trust them. And friends will always love you as you love them. I will also learn to trust you Noona. Will you learn to trust me?"

No.

"J-Jimin.." 

He looked at me with those eyes that shone like the sun, and I couldn't help but agree. A little white lie wouldn't hurt, right?

"Yes, Jimin. I'll learn to trust you."

"And at some point, we'll learn to love each other." He laughed, his tone was teasing.

But it wasn't funny.

No, Park Jimin. I can never trust you. I can never love you.

I can never trust anyone. I can never love anyone.

T/I

Heyyoo. Sorry this was short. I'll try to write longer chapters in future. Im also trying to make this book as funny as I can, so excuse me if it sounds childish. Anything you want to say to me, feel free to pm. Anything about the book, feel free to comment.

Thanks for reading!

Traiea❤