"You're Jimin's girl." She whispered to me, and I blinked in surprise. Who the hell was she?
"What?" I asked, silently begging it was just a coincidence and had nothing to do with the idol somewhere else in the store. The girl quickly pulled out her phone and began to show me dozens of articles, all of them with various pictures of Jimin carrying me out of the party. As I looked closer, I saw that most of the articles were indeed calling me "Jimin's Girl." I started to panic a little bit, wondering if this teen was a sasaeng who would try to murder me for stealing her future husband.
"Are you really her?" The teenager asked me with wide eyes. "Wow, that's really cool. I'm so happy for you! Can I get your autograph?" I quickly began to feel overwhelmed, but thankful I wasn't going to be murdered.
"I, um, that isn't me. I guess we just look similar. But I wasn't at a party last night." The girl nodded sadly, and walked away. I felt bad, because she had been nice and just wanted my autograph. I nearly snorted at the thought.
I grabbed my cart and started to run around the store looking for Jimin. I finally found him holding a watermelon, looking at it like it was a math textbook he didn't understand.
"We need to go." I said as I toke the fruit out of his hands and placed it in his cart.
I started pulling him to the check out. I spied some masks on a shelf, and grabbed one. I was tempted to open it now, but I could wait five minutes. It's just five minutes.
"What's wrong? Was it that guy? I swear to god I'll—"
"It wasn't the guy. Just come on. I'll tell you at the house." I pulled him into a line, and handed the woman my mask first. As soon as she scanned it, I opened the package and put it on.
"What's going on?" Jimin whispered to me as he poked my ribs. I pushed his hand away and ignored his question. The woman finished scanning our things, I didn't argue when Jimin payed because I was broke and we needed to leave. I noticed how he kept glancing at me the whole time. I didn't blame him.
We carried the bags back to the house. It was a long walk carrying so much food, and I tried to encourage Jimin to go faster. He did, but his eyes were wary as he stared at me with concern.
As soon as we were inside the apartment, Jimin began to question me. Without saying anything, I pulled out my phone. I typed in 'jimins girl' and began to show him the articles.
"A fan recognized me in the store. I didn't know what to do, and she asked for my autograph, so I just lied and said it wasn't me."
Jimin kept looking through the articles, barely paying attention to me. I could see how he progressively got more and more concerned as he looked through the pictures of us plastered all over the internet.
I silently watched him, wondering how he would react. Would he push me out of his life forever? Would he hate me for creating drama and rumors?
"Naerin, I'm so sorry, please—"
"Jimin, what the hell is going on with you and my sister?"
~End of Chapter~
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