Lovely Lies //jimin ff

Confusion

Rain trailed down the window, beating against the rooftop, and hitting the ground outside in a rhythmic pitterpatter.

The sleeves of my sweater engulfed my small, cold hands as I gripped my warm mug, holding it closely and with the care you might take to holding a flower bud or a glass vase.

The atmosphere in the small-town cafe is nice enough, sleek black furniture with glass tabletops, and fairy-lights strung around the walls and above the occupants of the building. There was even a small black stage pushed into a corner that occasionally had performers take residency for moments.

It was warm, comforting, and the cafe was always quiet, aside from the small buzz of chatter from customers and staff buzzing around the kitchen.

That was what drew in Jimin and I from the start, and after our first encounter, it became our place- like a safe haven from the rest of the world.

I bring my tan colored mug to my lips, closing my eyes to fully appreciate the delicious liquid it contained. Sweet. Warm. It was just what I needed after the day I'd been having.

I look over at Jimin who is sitting across from me, and admire the way he observed the rain through the window. It wasn't often I could capture a moment like this, as when he knew others were paying attention to him, he often put on a face he knew people wanted to see.

Usually it was smiling, or mischievous, brave or comical. That's why I don't interrupt him in this quiet moment. Jimin in all his warmth, and selflessness. He was someone I had considered close from the moment we had met.

His coffee-colored eyes trail back to meet my face, and a small grin spreads across his features like a rainbow spreading across the sky.

"So, how was your day today?"He asks, bringing his mug up to meet his lips.

"I told you, remember? It was terrible. "I mumble, tugging down at my sweater sleeve.

"How?" His eyes seemed to turn lighter when filled with concern.

I gulp down another swig,"It was fine until I ran into this guy after class... I dropped all my papers and he didn't even bother helping me."

"Maybe he was in a hurry?"Jimin offers with a shrug.

"But then, I realized I had left my umbrella in my car,"I huffed frustratedly," all my papers got wet in the rain, and I did too. I'll be lucky if I don't catch a cold."

At this, Jimin frowns before grabbing my hands and attempting to warm them in his. I laugh, feeling a little touched at this gesture.

"I'm okay now, you dork."I shake my head, taking my hands back from him.

Suddenly the lights blink, at all the tables. In fact, all the lights in the cafe are blinking, before suddenly...

Darkness.

I whimper, grabbing Jimin's hand from across the table, and he grasps mine just the same.

"It's okay, I'm sure it's just because of the storm passing through."I hear Jimin say.

I quickly let go, and round the table and entangle our hands again, like puzzle pieces fitting together in perfect unity.

"I'm so sorry,"Said the older man running the shop,"the whole neighborhood must be out. You two be careful."

We thanked him, having known the man for a while now, before finding our way to an exit.

The streets were just as they were before: dark, damp and buzzing with traffic that all seemed to be headed in the same direction.

I silently thank the Lord for streetlights as we walk down to the parking lot Jimin parks at.

We part ways as I round the car in get in the passenger side, before sliding into his black car.

As Jimin was steering, I watch out the window and think about how he and I had met.

4th grade. It was P.E. and we were playing dodgeball. I was terrified of being hit, and I guess Jimin noticed.

Right as I was about to be hit, Jimin dove in from of me and took it himself. Despite his kind gesture, we still ended up losing, but I thanked him anyway.

From then on we were friends, and the friendship seemed to grow stronger and stronger as time went on.

We started talking on the phone using our Parent's phones, and even started having "play dates". It was nice because unlike most boys, Jimin didn't put mud in your hair, or throw rocks at you.

He teased me often, but it always ended with the both of us laughing, as I'd tease him back. He let me do his makeup whenever I felt like it, or paint his nails, with the exception that I had to sing Karaoke with him on Fridays.

Yep. He was my best friend.

I looked over at him, and see seems to sense this, as he turns his head and smiles at me.

"Oh, I had a great day, by the way."Jimin smiles aa he steers the car.

"Hmm, did you have a donut for breakfast, or did you remember the assigned homework?"I guess, giving him a questioning look

"Nooo,"He frowns,before grinning again, "I got myself a date. She's hot, too."

For some reason, I don't feel as happy as I thought I would upon hearing this. Instead of happy for him, I get a weird feeling in my stomach. I push it down for the time being.

"That's great! Hope everything goes well."I wink at him, and he laughs at me before returning his focus on driving.

As he turns away, the plastered-on smile crumbles down, and I'm left wondering what on earth was wrong with me.

I mean, my closest friend in the whole world was going on a date for the first time since starting college. I should be ecstatic for him, thrilled even. Was I just a bad friend?

I look over at him, noticing how his hair fell over his forehead, and how the passing lights looked as they flashed over his feature.

I felt terribly confused.