Fear Me P.JM

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My eyes are completely dried out. I don't think I've blinked once since I stepped into the Park household. It's like Stephanie Meyer's Cullen family (Twilight author) are all sitting in front of me with their beautiful brightness. Except, well, that the Parks aren't vampires. And they're not staring at me like I'm food. And I'm not in love with Jimin.

So I guess it's not really like the Cullens. The Parks are just an incredibly good-looking family. I bet their DNA has already been placed on the to-be-cloned-when-the-cloning-process-becomes-legal-for-humans list. I know half of the girls at Livonian will be placing an order.

"Nikito," says Jimin's mother, "is everything alright?"

I rigidly turn my head towards her.

"You look like you want to cry..."

I take in a quick breath and finally force myself to blink. The moisture in my eyes is such a welcome relief that my eyes actually do begin to tear up.

"I..."

I blink again. My god that feels so good. Let's blink one more time. Yesssss.

"I..."

I try to think of an excuse. A tear starts to fall down my face.

"It's..." I stutter. "It's..."

I look down at my food.

"It's...just so good..."

I quickly scoop a forkful of food and stuff it into my mouth.

"So gooooood," I say softly. I swallow.

Suddenly a warm laughter emanates to my right.

"You're so odd," Jimin says.

Oh yes, you've got that right. I'm sitting next to Park Jimin. Mrs. Elk must have faxed over the seating chart to his family.

The Park family are gathered around a long rectangular table and at opposite ends sit Jimin's mother and father, to my right is Jimin, to my left is SuJoon, and across from me are two strangers who, I've been told, are Jimin's cousins.

I'm outnumbered. It's six against one. My god. It's a slaughter. All this amazing food I'm eating is just going to come back out. Mario Batali's food as vomit! I would weep, but I think I'm already odd enough. No need to add fuel to the burning fire of what is Nikito's absolute fear.

...And now I'm talking in third person.

Great.

"Niki-oh!"

I turn and can't help but smile widely.

SuJoon is holding up a fork with a carrot stick attached.

"Say 'Ah!'"

Before I know it I'm opening my mouth.

"Ahhhhh," I say with glee.

But the carrot never enters my mouth.

"SuJoon, don't trick Nikito," I hear Jimin say and I see a hand pull SuJoon's tiny hand down. "Eat your carrots."

He frowns and sticks the carrot into his mouth.

"What?" I say.

"You're too gullible," Jimin says.

No. Not that.

Jimin's arm is almost touching my face. He still is leaning over me to reach SuJoon. Holy Mario Batali and his carrot sticks. TOO CLOSE.

"TOO CLOSE!" I yell out. "TOO CLOSE!"