Day 12 in South Korea.
We're in Geumjeong District, Busan. It was Park Jimin's neighborhood and it was very different from Jungkook's. His place is way more crowded like Seoul but with little less buildings and such. At least his old suppose-to-be home.
It turns out, the guys decided to behave themselves for the sake of my feature project. They were actually calm and casual with each other. What amazes me most is that they haven't brought up the Jungkook dilemma when I am with them. I did hear them though one time when we dined at a Johnnie's during the trip to Jimin's. They were in a serious meeting. I heard something about the dealers' whereabouts or something as I went back from the bathroom but when they saw me approaching the table, they shifted their conversation to music and that, they can't help but be fascinated with the hiphop genre. If they weren't entrepreneurs, they would have been a band together, they added and they were arguing about whose voice is the best amongst them. The aura was changed instantly as if they have some kind of 'twin' connection that even a small gesture can mean anything under the sun.
I then saw Jimin perk up and asked about the straws from Yoongi. No wonder they easily changed the topic when Yoongi arrives with the plastic straws on one hand.
I played along, of course. It's not that I don't trust them. It's just that I do really trust them and it's scaring me.
They wanted to make me comfortable. They were being considerate and careful. Too careful for my liking.
I begin to feel the opposite. Instead, I was feeling distressed about my movements. I'm anything but calm but I'm really trying to be.
Something's up for sure, I know. Yet, they're not letting me know.
"Earth to Alex." I hear Jimin speak from behind me. I was cut from my thoughts as I turned my gaze towards his, he held a lopsided grin. "Are you ready to go?"
I felt exhilarated. "I can't wait."
"Then let's go."
We went outside his old apartment. Apparently, his old family house was sold to a construction firm years ago so it is now a part of a development project. I did research about the location and it is now an amusement park. Nonetheless, he has a lot of commercial and residential land, he had invested his money on so I think he can always construct one, not that he needed it anyway considering that he already live in a freaking penthouse.
Plus, he has his apartment that's huge and wide enough to accommodate nine people (that's sarcasm, by the way). Or so I thought. There were two rooms but I am the only one to occupy one room because and I quote, they said, "I'm the opposite gender" and no one's allowed to share a room with me. Seokjin argued, alright. He's saying that we already shared one before and he doesn't mind sharing a bed with me again. Jimin somehow said that it's very inappropriate for a man and a woman with marriageable ages to stay in an enclosed space so, I was left with the room all by myself, not that I'm complaining. I, at least can have privacy on my own to think about stuffs. Plus, it would be really weird to agree with Seokjin's suggestion because we did share a room before but that was a very different situation. I'm the youngest among them after all.
And
Seokjin's the oldest. He's five years older than me and I'm 22 (no wonder he has authority among them). Yoongi's 26, Hoseok's 25 years old so is Namjoon. Jimin and Taehyung are born in the same year so they're both 24. Then there're Jungkook and Johnnie who are born the same year as mine.
All of them were either sleeping in the living room with mattresses that were stocked in Jimin's closet for who knows how long except for Yoongi who already called dibs on the couch or inside the other room with a bed and a carpeted floor that made me wonder how they decided to arrange themselves knowing that (and considering that) only two persons can fit on the bed. It's Jimin's bed for crying out loud! And this apartment should only cater to his comfort, alone.
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