supermarket flowers - a jjk fanfiction

four - forgotten

Little did I know that my date with Jaemin was today. Since I kinda have a short term memory. I literally even forgot my own birthday last year.

He picked me up at campus and we stopped for a quick meal before going to the sevel I work in. He also brought me roses again, which was sweet.

The ride was silent, we haven't talked much today. Sometimes I wonder if he really wants to be spending time with me. Maybe he just has a sore throat or some other thing.

"Take a left and just go straight."

He nodded and continued looking at the road. Not interested to even look my way. Usually his eyes would be stuck all over me. His eyes are probably sore from looking at me for too long.

Jimin didn't go to work today. Her event was today, and she had to leave early to make it in time since it was in Busan.

If I hadn't mention, Jimin's a dancer. A really good one actually, especially in contemporary dancing. She would usually make me accompany her on weekends when she busks in Hongdae.

"Is this it?" he asks.

"Yeah, you can park in front."

After I got out of the car and searched for my keys. Then mentally face palming myself when I realized that I left them at home. I remembered that Jimin hides an extra key in here somewhere, but I had already forgotten about that.

"Is there something up?" he came up to me.

"I kinda left my keys at home." I scratched the back of my head unvoluntarily.

Jaemin sighed at my answer and walked back to his car. After a few seconds he came back with the keys.

"Is this-"

"Where did you get those?" I cut his sentence.

"You probably dropped them in the car, Ahra."

"Okay..."

I unlocked the door and he followed me inside. Why is it always when I'm with him I feel something off? But I shrugged my thoughts off and continued preparing the register, since I already changed from my campus attire to my uniform.

"Isn't the store supposed to be open?" Jaemin asked.

"My shift starts in an hour, still."

"You were the one worrying about traffic!" I pointed him out immediately while raising both of my hands up in the air, not wanting to take the blame.

"So you're just gonna leave it closed?"

"They don't pay me for extra hours." I frowned and he chuckled at my response.

"Then I guess we can hang out, first?" he tilted his head.

Before I could answer his question he already gave me another, "Let's play 20 questions."

"What?" I laughed.

"What?"

"Last time I played that was probably in kindergarden,"

"You're lame." he responded almost in a split second.

"No, you are."

"No I'm not," he turned to face me.

"Yes you are,"

"No-"

"I already heard you the first time you said it." I cut him.

"Feisty there,"

"Are we playing, or what?" he asked, questioning my mood swing.

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"Guess who's back," I didn't even have to turn my back around to know who the owner of the voice is.

"I don't know." I answered, still with my back facing him.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked in a concerned tone. Which rarely comes out of his annoying mouth.

I can hear his footsteps coming over to me.

"None of your business."

Surprisingly, he shuts his mouth closed as I said those four words. I am human, of course I felt bad right after.

"Sorry,"

He didn't reply, and I turned my body expecting him to be there. Instead he wasn't. I shook my head a few times and fiddled my fingers on the register. Is this a daydream?

"For?" he suddenly appeared from the first isle in front of me.

"Being snappy," I answered, almost tripping on my left foot. I really thought I was hallucinating for a second there. Good thing he didn't see.

He nodded and lowered his mask and hat, fanning himself with his free hand.

"Is it me or its getting hot in here?"

"Oh, so now you just realized?"

He rose his right eyebrow with a smug look on his face.

"You wanna talk about it?" he asked.

"I don't know, I'm just confused." I sighed.

"About?"

"You really want to hear me out?"

"Sure, why not? I could handle a few minutes without the urge to-" he stopped in the middle of his sentence.

"Why a-are you crying?"

"I am?" I reached out to my cheeks, only to feel them being wet.

I was even questioning myself. Why am I crying? I didn't have a proper answer for that.

"No..." I answered with a face filled with denial. My eyes suddenly felt so puffy and heavy.

Have you ever felt like you're holding on to so much pain? Physically or mentally, and you've just reached the maximum capacity of your body to hold all those emotions together?

And when someone comes up to you and asks if you're okay, you start bawling your eyes out? When they tell you not to cry and you don't stop, but instead start flowing waterfalls from your eyes?

That's definitely me right now.

His eyes were fixed on me and I was internally blushing when I realized that.

"Don't you ever get bored in here?"

"What?" I was taken aback by his change of subject.

"Stuck in this small room every single day?" his deep brown eyes that matches his hair still glued to myself.

"Sometimes," I sniffled

"C'mon," he extended his left hand.

I didn't knew what he was thinking of. Neither did I knew where he was going to take me. But I trust him. So I placed my hand on his.

And this, is where it all started.