We were reckless.
How did we get from kissing to you pinning me to the wall to us both on the floor in a tangle of limbs?
We made an explosion that day, Park Jimin.
And now, we are suffering the consequences of it.
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"Where's the blue hoodie?" I asked my mom wearily.
I had been able to drink a mug of tea and eat half a sandwich myself, but I was now exhausted.
"Why are you so worried about the hoodie?" My mom demanded. "It's too big for you and I've never seen it before. It's a boy's isn't it? Is that why you went to the bus station? To meet him? You're such a fool!"
I let the tirade of questions and rants of my mom wash over me.
"Mom, please," my voice cracked.
My mom pursed her lips. "No. I'm sorry, sweetie, but I'm not giving you that hoodie. There's some sort of curse with that hoodie."
The hoodie was indeed a curse.
But I'd already found out the curse and no longer cared.
