Ghost Girl | Park Jimin [On Hold]

Blue Eyes

Jimin's POV

I closed my eyes shut, feeling the liquid soak into my yellow shirt and something on my hair. Glass pieces were scattered on the floor and I could feel the air hit the small cuts on my arm, making it sting. My head throbbed from where the metal had hit.

One second I was talking to my brother for the last time since he's moving to Canada for university and the next second, a tray of food flew on top of me and hit my head.

Everyone's eyes were on me and my dad immediately stood up and started shouting at the middle-aged, pissed off man who I assumed was the manager.

I slowly look back and see the waitress that did all the damage, holding onto a little girl who was on the verge of crying.

She stared at me with wide but sharp eyes through her maroon glasses.

One thing that I finally noticed about her, one odd feature, was that she had blue eyes.

Foreign?

I doubt it, though.

I couldn't believe I didn't notice that before. I met her more than twice. Well, she always has her head lowered which hid her face from everyone else's eyes.

"Go back to the kitchen, now." She demanded to the little girl. The girl nodded and ran towards the metal door on the far end of the room.

"Jimin, you okay!?" Namjoon, my brother, asked and quickly grabbed the napkin eomma handed him and gave it to me as I start wiping my hands and stare at the blood oozing from the cuts.

I saw the manager bowing apologetically to my parents, repeatedly saying 'sorry'. Soon, Dahae joined and I could see the tension between the boss and employee.

"Go clean up, Jimin." Hyung looked at me with knitted eyebrows while our parents kept shouting at the staff.

He took off his large brown coat and handed it to me, telling me to put this on and button it up.

I sadly nodded and slowly made my way to the washroom. After washing my shirt and hair, I put on the coat and buttoned it up, feeling a bit cold underneath.

I roll up the coat's sleeve and gently dab the cuts on my arm with a paper towel before. I hiss at the pain.

The last dinner we have with Namjoon hyung is officially ruined.

Just then, another man flung open the bathroom door and walked in. I threw the paper towel in the trash and went outside.

I saw my parents already ready to leave from afar. I sigh before walking into the light of the room. I suddenly felt a light tap on my shoulder.

I turn around to see the same ice queen with her head lowered and a bunch of small bottles in her hands.

"Yeah?" I asked angrily.

Noticing the bottles in her hands being medicine bottles with a bunch of cottons, I shake my head immediately.

"It's alright, you don't need to."

"For the sake of the coat." She said. "Don't get it bloody and take this. Don't worry, your parents approve. They're the ones who told me to give you some sort of medicine for the cuts."

I pause. "Fine."

She pursed her lips and attempted to nod which became an awkward one. 

Dahae escorted me into the kitchen, where heavy smoke instantly entered my nostrils, making me cough out loud. Shouts and sounds of metal clinking surrounded me.

We walked past stressed-out chefs and waiters. I even spotted the same little girl who was staring at one of the chefs with a frown.

I look ahead and see Dahae walking to the corner, so I follow her. 

Pft. There's one of those crab puff things stuck in her hair.

I reach out to the single crab puff on her hair, in an attempt to take it out but her own hand was faster. 

She knew there was a crab puff on her head this whole time or what?

She took the puff off and casually dumped it in one of the trashcans we passed. 

My expression turned into one of confusion but I simply brushed it away as she told me to sit on one of the stools.

I did as she told me to before she knelt down and put a few drops of the brownish medicine on the cotton. "Show."

I rolled up my sleeves up to my elbow as she dabbed it on the bleeding spots. I hissed again in reaction to the pain.

"That's it or what?" She raised an eyebrow.

I hesitantly rolled up the sleeve higher to show more cuts up my arm.

Noticing a bunch of stares from the girls in the kitchen, some of them gasping and some of them whispering to their friends, I swallow nervously.

Stop staring at me...

Dahae randomly looked behind her with a piercing glare that's probably much more dangerous than a glock before continuing dabbing the cotton on all of the cuts.

I look up to see the girls whispering amongst themselves or going back to their job.

Once she was done with both arms she got up and closed the cap of the medicines before announcing, "done."

I picked up my wet T-shirt and pulled the sleeve of the coat down. I stood up as we both walked towards the double metal doors.

"Oh, by the way," I started with a small smile, "Nice meeting  you again, Dahae."

I could see her expression changing into one of annoyance as if she hated the fact that we met again.

Sure, I should be mad at her for spilling wine with its glass on me, giving me small cuts and ruining a family dinner, but I saw what happened and she was just saving the little girl.

I'm not the type of person to get mad at something like that.

"Don't you think it's fate?" I said, catching up to her. "We were meant to be friends, huh?"

"Don't."

I blinked.

Is that her natural face or is she just always pissed? I feel like she'll randomly start shooting lasers out of her eyes and destroy everything around us.  

I scrunched my eyebrows at the thought before shrugging, "well okay then."

Once we got outside, my parents practically snatched me away and into the car, screaming about what trash service that the restaurant provides. I tried explaining what actually happened to her but knowing her, she will only focus on the negative.

My mind flinging back to Dahae...

...with Sample of my Pasta blasting in the background.

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Very rushed lmao sors:p