Summer ✓ p.jm

Chapter 19 : Right Versus Wrong

"Thanks for coming here." It's two in the morning and here I am sitting on a solo couch at Jimin's house.

It's been a long night, and I think it's going to be longer after this.  He leaves me alone for a while and then went back to the living room with a pair of glasses with orange juice on his hand.

He places both of them on the center table and he gestures for me to take a drink. "I won't be staying here for long, now talk." I deadpan and ignore his kind gesture.

"I'm sorry about what you saw earlier." He starts and I roll my eyes at him. "I was drunk and I didn't know what I was doing."

"I told you it was my bad for coming inside that room. I don't care if you're fucking a woman." Lie. I don't want to care for anything that relates to him, but it bothers me not to.

I looked into his eyes and it looks gloomy. It seems like I hurt him with the choices of my words. "Yeah..." Is all he managed to say.

"If that's all then I'm going." I stand up on my feet and aim for the door so that I'll be able to avoid any further predicaments with this guy.

That's all he is to me. A problem.

He himself is the problem here, and I'm just being dragged into it, into him.

"Wait." He stops me and I turn around and look at him. "If you do not care, then why are you acting like this?"

"Like what?" I try not to sound nervous.

"Like you're affected." He's not sure with his words. I force a laugh to make him think that I found his accusation about me being affected hilarious.

"Get over yourself Jimin," I said in a cheery but shaky tone. I should act like what I said was the truth. I can't get caught in a lie. Not right now, not right here where he is. Where he can control me even if I don't want him, it's like he tamed my body that it started betraying its own owner.

"Then are we okay now?" He was hesitant for a bit.

Of course not.

I want to tell him that we're not okay, that it's not that simple. Instead of telling the truth I forge a smile and force myself to nod my head once.

He then smiles back at me, that smile again that reaches his eyes that makes it disappear eventually. His slightly crooked tooth in the middle shows, but it doesn't affect his overall appearance.

He's still beautiful and it pisses me off.

He moves forward towards my direction and I step back puzzlingly.

He grabs me by the arm and drags me to the kitchen. "You have to taste these Italian desserts that my mom got for me." He sounds like a child inviting a friend to come over and play.

He finally let go of my arm as he opens his fridge. I sat on a stool at the minibar.

He doesn't drink, yet he has his own bar in his house. 

He places a white box at the table and when he went away to get two small plates and forks I opened the box myself.

Portions of what seemed to be like little cupcakes that are vivid green in color are inside the box.

The sound of the crickets outside was suddenly replaced by a Chris Brown song.

I turn to my left to see Jimin operating a small speaker. "Why do you have a speaker in the kitchen?"

"Music is a type of stimulator if you do not know." He says as he fixes the volume.

"Why would you need a stimulator?"