Love Is Not Over {Editing}

Anpanman

A few hours later, I step out of the shower feeling refreshed and energized. Rather, I felt as refreshed and energized as I could given the circumstances.

As I was still in Jimin's apartment I chose some of the spare clothing I had lying around. Now, I technically could have walked over to my closet and picked out an outfit. However, leggings and his Anpanman hoodie sounded much more comfy.

I slip into the bedroom and look over my shoulder before sneakily grabbing his sweater and getting dressed.

It was currently 1pm and Mochi was knocked out cold, sleeping off the alcohol.

I had only slept for about another hour after we had had our conversation. It was either the impending heart break, the fact that I was a morning person, or a combination of both which prevented me from sleeping in further.

Instead of letting those dark thoughts consume my soul, I had started tidying up his space. This was a beneficial for all parties because it would assist me in clearing my mind as well as clean his living quarters.

Jimin was a fairly clean person when he wanted to be.

Since we just finished finals and he had spent the entire week before graduation in celebration mode, his apartment needed some TLC.

I took it upon myself to start a load of laundry and sweep and mop the living room and kitchen.

I am busy snacking on some chopped pineapple when the timer on my phone rings, signaling that the laundry was ready for the dryer.

I wash my hands, head out the door, and latch it so it does not close completely.

As I turn to walk, I notice a girl standing in the hallway. She looks at me curiously and then at the apartment door behind me.

I smile at her before she continues walking in the opposite direction.

I continue on my way and swiftly transport the damp clothing into the dryers before setting another alarm on my phone.

Once I near Jimin's apartment, I notice the same girl lingering outside.

Now, she has her phone pressed against her ear and she mutters to herself before sighing loudly.

Hmmm she's clearly irritated. Based on her age, I think she's a freshman and she might be lost.

"Hi," I begin, "did you need some help finding something?"

She looks up from her phone and her demeanor softens significantly.

"Yeah that would be great. I'm looking for someone but he isn't answering his phone and you just walked out of this door so I might have the wrong apartment number," she replies in cutely accented English.

"Hmm, well what apartment did they say they lived in? I know a couple of my neighbors so maybe I've seen them around."

She looks back at her phone and opens a message thread before saying "3102."

3102. That was definitely Jimin's apartment number.

"And you said you haven't been able to contact them?"

"No, I've tried calling him all morning and haven't heard back! And he said this is where I should meet him. He hasn't even replied to my messages from last night and whenever I call, it goes straight to voicemail. Ugh, knowing that jerk he probably blocked me."

She presses her hand against her temple and shakes her head.

I consider some thoughtful words to share with her and even think of inviting her inside when she breaks the silence.

"Hey, where did you get that sweater?"

"Oh this? It's actually umm not.." I trail off, struggling with a simple explanation.

As if the universe was working in my favor, we suddenly hear a subtle vibration and both look down at the phone in her hands.

"Oh excuse me."

She picks up and listens for a few seconds before responding.

I do not intend on eavesdropping but as soon as she starts speaking Korean, she captures my  attention. I listen in, unbeknownst to her, and make out some of the words.

"Anniyo, geuneun baboibnida. Joesonghabnida eommani, naneun. . . .dasi . . . gwenchanayo." (No, he is dumb. Sorry mom, I... again... okay.)

She hangs up and looks at me with pursed lips.

A strangle inkling forms in my stomach and I cannot help but ask.

"Sorry but who are you looking for?"

She sighs. "My brother, Park Jimin."