"I changed myself for you, to be the ideal man for you. To hold you close and make love to you like I've always wanted."
In which the joke of the school blooms into a beautiful man in the blink of an eye, all due to one girl who helped him recover f...
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Jimin's POV
I sat myself at her kitchen table observing her every move. This would sound pretty creepy if it weren't for the fact that she made it very clear she didn't want me to move a muscle while she made lunch.
She hummed a tune as she cut up several vegetables and placed them in a pan, then expertly switched over to the chicken being grilled. She kept alternating between the two as I simply watched. I didn't know how to feel; one minute I'd feel excited that I've made a—dare I say—friend, then the next I'd feel envious of how carefree her life seemed.
She exercises, eats healthy, has friends, and studies well; I couldn't help but compare myself to her, and that thought alone made me fill up with guilt because she's been nothing but nice to me.
She interrupts my trail of thoughts as she makes her way over to the table, carrying a plate consisting of the meal and a glass of ice cold water. She places said items in front of me on the table, then saunters back to grab her own in addition to utensils.
"First order of business," She remarks, "your diet."
I usher her to continue as I take a sip of water. "No coke or concentrated drinks, water's your best friend, try to avoid carbs, and—for God's sake eat your veggies I didn't put my heart and soul into them for you to only eat the chicken Jimin." Welp, she caught me.
"Sorry I just—" I sigh mid-sentence, "I don't like broccolis. Anything but broccolis."
It's quiet for a moment as she stares at me like I'm insane. "Okay what if...you imagined the broccolis as chicken?" She suggested, to which I simply ogled at my plate thinking it can't possibly be that easy.
Next thing I know I glance up at her and see her picking up a broccoli from her plate with a fork, "Maybe it'll taste better from my plate." She grins then literally shoves it inside my mouth. I'm taken aback by the action but have no choice but to chew, well, unless I wanted the green ugliness to spoil in my mouth.
Never have I felt so betrayed in my entire life. My eyes progressively widened as I now chewed a bit more like I wanted to, as if I enjoy the taste of such monstrosity.
"Hm? What do you think?" She asks as her chin rests above her palms, scanning for a reaction.
"What the hell do you put in this?" I ask astonished, having an exceptionally hard time believing that I actually like the taste of whatever's in my mouth.
"Eh, just a couple of spices. Not so bad now is it?" She chuckles softly then digs into her own portion, and I do the same—actually trying out the variety of veggies on my plate.
We continued chatting for what seemed like an endless time. The conversation mainly consisted of the class we shared, the fact that she wants to become a nutritionist, and still; the importance of vegetables.
We didn't go over anything personal, but I found myself easing up to her relatively quickly. I wasn't nervous and fidgety like I usually am when talking to people, and the chat flowed naturally. I haven't had a genuine friend in more than three years—is that about to change?
We finished up our lunch and I helped her gather up the empty plates, placing them in the sink. I was putting on my shoes by her front door when she approached me.
"We've got class tomorrow so..." She puckers her lips as if deep in thought, "how about we just walk to my place after school? Well, unless you've got other plans of course."
"Yeah, I don't mind. Is it gonna be the same routine?" I question, tying my shoelaces.
"Somewhat." She replies as I get back up and look at her with a soft smile.
"You've done great today, seriously. Keep it up okay? Don't give up on yourself." She coaxed, giving me a smile filled with warmth. I felt the tiniest flutter introduce itself inside my chest right as I gazed into her comforting eyes. I swiftly averted my vision elsewhere to calm my abnormally quickened breathing, then looked back at her and nodded reassuringly.
In a way this was like a promise, one that I was determined to not break as it would break something else; her heart.
