Coffee Grinds j.jk

Chapter Six: Dressing up?

I think I already do.

I was getting changed in my room, not really knowing what to wear. He didn't really specify the dress code, causal, formal, or anything.

I hate dressing up for things. I sighed, quickly putting on a hoody and sweatpants so I wouldn't moon him in my own home. "Jimin!" I yelled, going into the lounge to see nothing but his phone as an indication that he was in fact in my apartment. "I may have said make yourself at home but that doesn't mean you can wander around aimlessly."

I peeked around the place, trying to find him when I saw the door of my music studio opened only slightly. Since I always close it, it was easy to realise that he must be in there.

Walking through the hallway and right into the music studio, I immediately saw Jimin looking through my folders of songs. Most importantly, the one I wrote only the night before.

"Jimin, you do know that it's not nice to look through people's stuff, right?" I spoke, Jimin jumping at the sound of my voice.

"Oh fuck, I'm sorry. I was getting kind of bored and ended up looking around and... Wow," he seemed absolutely gobsmacked. "These lyrics, are beautiful yet heartbreaking. It legitimately made me cry a bit. Can you sing it for me?"

"I won't sing it for you," I replied sharply. "But I'll play it on the piano. And then you'll have to tell me what to wear, okay?" He nodded excitedly as I sat down at my grand piano, him taking a seat next to me. He put the music up for me and I started to play, being 100% focused on the song that I'd already grown so attached to.

I could feel his eyes on me but I ignored them as I played with everything I had.

I ended the song confidently around 3 minutes later and turned to Jimin who had tears bursting from his eyes. "Um, are you okay?"

"No, I should be asking you that!" He yelled, still crying as he enveloped me into a hug. "Who hurt you? I'll kill them!"

"I've already said that I don't like human contact, what is this shit?" I pushed him away awkwardly, standing up for a better escape plan.

"Well, sorry to break it to you sunshine, but I'm a very VERY touchy person who loves human contact," he sobbed, still trying to grab for me while he sat. "Get back here, you need some love and warmth in your life."

"Now, I know this isn't like me at all, but I'd like to kindly decline that offer," I said calmly, not really knowing what to do. There's a crying man in my house wanting to give ME comfort. I don't do well with crying people or being comforted by others so this is a problem. "It'd be cool if you could help me choose clothes instead of trying to give me something I don't need."

He looked back at me with his watery eyes and a big pout on his lips, trying to... I don't actually know what he's trying to do. I frowned at his expression, obviously being confused.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked, completely oblivious to what he was trying to do.

"Giving you the puppy eyes," he replied, wiping his eyes and sniffing loudly. "But you, being the heartless person you are, didn't take the bait. Fine, I'll help you with your damn clothes woman." He stood up and walked out of my music room, making his way to my room. He barged right in like the fucking po-po or some shit. "Did you seriously not find that cute, what I did earlier?"

"Oh, no, not really," I replied bluntly, sitting down on my bed. "I just wanted help with my clothes, and wanted to avoid your crying and shit so I wasn't even focused on that."