Summer ✓ p.jm

Chapter 31 : Part Two

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"Do you have a speaker?" I asked Jimin after putting on an apron.

Jimin and I planned to create some sort of dessert with coconut so that we'll have something to do.

He points at the lowest cabinet, and I quickly opened it and grab the old speaker inside.

I instantly insert the jack in my phone and played another 1975 song which made Jimin groan.

I wiggle my body in excitement while I prepare the necessary ingredients.

Minutes later after a few mixing and slicing, we finished making a fruit salad. As expected our salad was a masterpiece.

We both have our own bowls of it and we brought it inside the living room where we played virtual games on the television.

This place is definitely a haven for those people who have their own boring lives just like mine.

You can do whatever you want in here.

There's food around the trees, you can also go fishing at the shore, there's a nice view, and you have a television.

If I'm given a question between living here on in the city, I'll definitely choose this place.

It is peace and quiet here.

I almost threw the game console out of the window when I lost to Jimin, again for the third time.

I accept my defeat, I know I'm not great with this kind of thing, I only play 4 Pics 1 Word on my phone and other nerdy games, unlike his taste, most of them are brutal like fighting and using guns.

The typical video games for men.

I'm just annoyed that he always laughs at me whenever I lose, then there's that cocky smirk on his lips making me want to slap it off of his face.

"Don't you have Super Mario or something similar to that?" I scoffed as I took my last spoon of fruit salad.

He shakes his head while looking at the screen focused on killing his virtual enemy. "By the way what time is it?" He asks.

I looked at my wristwatch. "Six forty-nine." I looked at the window and it's kinda dark already.

He puts his game controller down and he finishes his food. "Let's go." He stands up on his feet and we both returned our dishes in the sink.

"Are we going home?" I ask.

"Not yet. We still haven't watched Bound." He surprisingly flicks my forehead out of nowhere after saying those words.

"For your information, that hurts," I told him after my forehead furrows as I rub the affected part.

He didn't say anything back and I wait for him to finish washing the dishes.

Once he's done, he goes out of the house and I trail behind him. "Where are we going?"

"On the middle." He answers and my eyebrows knit together in confusion.

Without asking furthermore questions, I followed him until he reaches the boat and he gestures for me to come inside the small fishing boat.

He helps me get on and then he follows. Once we are on, he prepares the engine, and the boat roars as it moves on the water.

I still don't have any idea where we're going but I'm getting pretty scared.

The water looks darker in the night and only a small gas lamp from the boat gives us light aside from the stars and moon that reflects on the water.