Til Debt Do Us Part

030

I didn't know how but I agreed to Jimin's plan of "working at home" for the day – with the "home" referring to his condo.

We stayed in the living room, because first, I refused to be in the bedroom for the presence of the bed would be a big invitation to slack and sleep, and second, because it was nearer to his kitchen so it's more convenient to get water and snacks every now and then.

I spent hours watching movie clips, browsing stories, searching recipes for chocolates and other desserts, ways of how to make a fake flower, flowers and their different symbols, restaurants for couples – and yet, I still couldn't write an article for that Valentines theme.

Mainly because with everything that I search, there's already a lot of articles written regarding that topic; I don't think that I could add anything new.

Maybe I should try compiling jokes and memes that only those who are single understand? I could do well with such article since I'm basically writing my own sentiments plus playing with some pictures.

Unfortunately, that was already done last year.

Urgh. The day is almost ending yet I have written no words for my article. I don't even have an idea yet.

I glanced at Jimin's laptop and he was viewing some graphs – probably the stock market or something.

Jimin might be so used to this type of working at home scenario. Unlike me who had been constantly eating snacks and changing my position to get comfortable on the sofa, he was sitting for hours with his laptop on the table, and his back resting on the sofa's side. He was just getting up to eat meals, drink water, or get coffee.

He was so focused with the pile of documents in front of him. I think I'm pitying his laptop now for it did not get any rest from any work-related stuff.

I looked at the screen of my laptop and found the blank Word document with the blinking cursor.

Writer's block is frustrating.

I let out a rather long and heavy sigh that caught Jimin's attention.

"Tired?" he asked, "You can sleep if you want to. Just tell me what time I should wake you up."

"I haven't even done anything yet," I told him.

"You looked so busy though," Jimin replied.

"Yeah, but I got nothing worth writing," I rambled.

"Sorry," he mumbled, "Maybe working at home was a wrong idea."

I squinted at him and finally asked, "Why did you even think of this?"

"I sometimes do this. I thought you do too, as a writer," Jimin answered, "So I figured that let's just be together for these types of scenarios."

"What? You thought I'd make you more productive?" I teased.

"No. I just know that things are better when I'm with you," Jimin answered so nonchalantly, as if his words did not sound like an attack to my heart. Then he added, "But I'm sorry that this might have proved counterproductive for you."

"Well, I could actually be productive at home too," I told him, "But maybe I'm just stuck with the topic at hand."

"Which is Valentines," Jimin stated.

"Which is the only celebration I wish I could cancel," I added. I complained, "How can I sell something that I hate?"

He suggested, "But you used to like Valentines. Try to remember the happy moments."

I suggested that to myself before but did not want to proceed because I knew I would be going over some memories that I think I'm still not ready to reminisce.