eclipse | pjm

eclipse

today was a terrible day for jimin.

okay, maybe not the whole day. but the day at the coffeeshop had been so busy that jimin didn't have any time for a break. he got yelled at for a bit for being too soft (by a thirty-year-old woman, dressed in fur in the middle of autumn, so he really didn't know whether to laugh or to cry). he didn't have time to sit on the rocks behind the shop which led out into a small garden that only the employees knew about and only he used. he only got a two dollar tip the whole day, although it did make him smile that the tip was from the daughter of the lady who screamed at him.

it really, really, didn't help that there was a girl sitting at the bay window drawing to her heart's content by the window and the store was about to close. and that jimin couldn't hide behind Jungkook and tell him to chase her out. jimin was going to have to chase her out himself.

he didn't want to. she looked peaceful. a girl around his age with long, chestnut hair draped over her white fuzzy sweater with black jeans. her sketchbook perched on top of her knees and a pencil clasped in her slim fingers, white earbuds in her ears. she had been sitting there the whole day. every day this whole week, actually. that night, she was probably waiting for the eclipse. she was drawing for hours on end, occupying that same bay window for the whole day. they couldn't chase her out because she did buy a caramel macchiato every hour. she even had 13 empty mugs on the table beside her bag (jimin counted).

literally, all jimin could do was hide behind the counter like a scared kitten, garnering the courage to ask this artistic lady to leave.

maybe i could show her my poetry. it's so bad it will make her scream and run away, jimin thought as he put away a mug. you know what, just do it jimin. just ask her to leave. you've been waiting for 30 minutes anyway, and your 21-year-old self still needs to catch gravity falls on Disney channel in an hour.

jimin inhaled, as quietly as he could, and put down the rag he was wiping the table with. his feet glided over the parquet floor and he ended up beside the girl.

"excuse me," he said.

the girl didn't look up from her drawing. jimin tapped her on the shoulders. "excuse me, miss?"

only when he tapped her shoulders did the girl look at jimin's bespectacled face and did jimin look at hers. and dear god, she was heckin' pretty. she had a button nose and eyes that glittered with moonlight fire. she spoke in a cheery way after pulling her earbuds out of her ears, as if her art hadn't pulled her into a twelve-hour long daze. "sorry sir, did you need something?"

"i'm so sorry miss, i'm afraid it's past closing time- "

"oh my, how long have I made you wait?"

"20 minutes."

"oh my gosh i'm so sorry," she paused to look at his nametag, "jimin."

"i-it's no problem, miss. thank you for understanding." jimin nodded his head before walking towards the counter.

the girl started packing her things into her backpack before she stopped, hand about to stuff her palette into her bag, and spun around to jimin. "wait, what did you say your name was?"

"jimin."

"in full?"

"park jimin."

"oh my gosh, jimin?" she gasped as she stood up. "like, from alexandria high?"

"yeah? wait how do you know- "

"jimin, it's me! chaeyoung! remember?"

"o-oh yeah, of course i do!"