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The sky was painted yellow-orange as the sun was setting beyond the busy streets of Seoul. Yunseo was heading home when she passed by an alley, a black cat caught her eye. Crouching down to pet it, she began to talk to the cat. "I don't get why people hate black kitties, creatures like you deserve a sweet home." The cat meowed, as if it understood her. "Are you hungry?"


She opened her bag and took out the sandwich she forgot to eat during break. Yunseo pinched out a piece of the bread and fed the cat who seemed to be starving. "You're so cute, here, eat some more," She continued to feed it, caressing its black fur that seemed to be a curse for the little animal.

Just a block away was Jimin's studio, and just like everyone else in the city, he was also heading home. He walked out of the building and saw the girl a few meters away from him. She was feeding the cat, who was actually Jimin's friend too. "Ash scammed someone again," he chuckled.

He walked over to them and just quietly stared at the two. Jimin saw her face and noticed that he had met her before, in a pretty bad situation. He thought that it was adorable that the gangster lady was being nice to the cat, even talking to it. Yunseo saw him and looked back at the cat, "kitty, I'll see you around because there's a weird ahjussi staring at me..."

Jimin furrowed his eyebrows, obviously offended at how she addressed him, who technically 'saved' her from a slap that night. Yunseo stood up and dusted the fur off her hands, then looked up at Jimin, "aren't you my boyfriend?" She joked. He looked so confused and his face couldn't be drawn. Yunseo was holding back a laugh, as she continued to talk. "We slept together, don't you remember?"

His eyes were so wide that he looked like a completely different person. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. "You.. I think you got the wrong person." Jimin said, getting uncomfortable in the situation.

She took out her phone and showed her the picture of them on the bus. Jimin looked at it, but still had an unreadable expression after. Yunseo crouched back down, holding her stomach in laughter. His reaction was just so funny to her.

"D-Delete that..." Jimin's pupils were shaking as he looked at anything but her. Yunseo struggled to stop laughing but she managed to do so. "Hmm. Gimme a kiss?" She pointed at her cheeks with a teasing smile.

Jimin looked at her with wide eyes, once again, astonished at the girl's audacity to say those words. How could someone dare to say that to a stranger, he wondered. "Have you gone crazy?" He backed off slightly.

"What if I say.. yes?" She folded her arms across her chest, earning another weirded-out expression from the boy in front of her. Yunseo chuckled and waved at him as she sprinted away, "Bye jagiya!"




PARK JI-MIN'S POV

That woman, she's weird but... I have to admit, that attitude was kinda admirable. She's like the stereotype bad girl in movies, but hey, I'm not planning to create a cliche love story with her. She is seriously just, crazy.

The sky was completely darker now and what lit the streets up instead were the city lights along with the moon and stars. I was taking a walk back to my apartment instead of taking a car or a bus. These days, the busy streets were what I found the most calming for some reason, so that was why I always left my car in the apartment. I liked blending in the crowd, that way I wouldn't feel alone like I would if I was driving a car on my own and be obliged to generate deep thoughts.

Soon enough, I was back in the apartment. Opening the door, I was always reminded of that one girl I was head over heels for. And every single day, I do my best to brush it off. What good will it cause me if I keep thinking about things that make me sad, right? I know I'm supposed to be happy but there has always been a slight hint of remorse, like... what if I just fought for her and became selfish for once in my life? But then again, being selfish isn't who I am, or was.

A lot of people told me to be selfish this time, but I don't know, I don't think I'm good at being a jerk. Even with love, I hate it. In my perspective, love has always been all about the other person and not myself. In love, I believe it isn'r necessary to be loved back. Love is simply just, love itself. And it isn't always bound to be mutual.

As I sat down on the couch full of memories, I stared at the ceiling, trying to erase the thoughts that had formed again and again. Amongst the quietness, my phone rang. I picked it up and forced some emotions into my voice even though I felt soulless at the moment.

"Mira-ya."

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