coffee ; p.jm✔️

five

~park jimin~

my mouth opened, but no words came out. her mom?

"i'm back once again to talk to you." she smiled shortly before continuing.

"i got your favorite coffee. this time the boy didn't really talk to me. but that's okay. his cute stammering made up for it." she giggled.

is she talking about me? if she is, it's true. i didn't talk to her. i was scared i would tell her my plan.

my body was pressed against a tree as i peered at her.

"i wish you could see him. he's got cute blonde, curly hair. and his cheeks are so cute. there's just this forcefield that's pushing me back from talking to him." i heard her sigh.

i felt my face heat up. does she like me? the way she's talking about me, it's making me feel all weird in my stomach.

"what do i do? should i ignore him or tell him to stop hugging a tree?" she asked herself, or so it seemed.

i gulped.

"you can come out. i know you're behind the tree." she laughed slightly.

i slowly walked out from behind the tree and waved. "h-hey."

she motioned her hands for me to come towards her. "come here."

walking over to her, i felt every step made my throat tighten, until i was finally standing right in front of her.

"sit." she grabbed my sleeves and pulled me to sit down beside her.

"why did you follow me?" she asked.

i shrugged, looking at the ground. "i-i don't know. i guess i was just curious."

"curious? i guess my riddle answers could make you feel that way." she raised an eyebrow.

"so, that's why you buy two coffees?" i questioned.

she nodded. "partly. the worker that helps here drinks it. at first i would leave it here, hoping that somehow magic would make her drink it. but, soon he came by and i handed him the drink."

"ahh, i'm sorry about your mom." i scratched the back of my head.

"it's fine. i've finished the stages of grief, now i'm just healing."

"well, i'm glad you're doing better." i said, looking at her.

wow, this is the most we've talked.

"so, i'm also guessing you heard what i said about you, right?" she asked. for the first time, her cheeks turned a light pink color. something very difficult to see with people with tan skin.

"yeah, about that..."

"i really mean it, what i said." she sighed, picking up the coffee and drinking it.

"you did? seriously?" my faced showed confusion.

she smiled. "yeah."

silence.

"who's this here with you today?"

we turned our heads to see an elderly man standing above us.

"oh, hey mr. min." she greeted the old man.

"that's not an answer." he crossed his arms.

"this is jimin. jimin, this is min yoongi. he works here at the cemetery." she gestured towards the man.

he chuckled a bit. "ahh, so you're the infamous jimin, aren't you?"

"i-i guess."

"welp, it looks like you two are talking, so i'll be on my way." he waved to the both of us and walked away.

"that's him?" i asked her.

she nodded. "yeah, he helped me a lot through this. kinda like a dad of some sort."

hearing that made me smile.

"so, tell me...would you rather stay on the ground with me, or have some food at my house?" she asked.

"hmm?...oh, um, i actually am kinda hungry." i forgot that i hadn't eaten today, my nerves high on the bar.

"why didn't you say so. let's go." she pulled me up and we began our walk to her house, i'm assuming.