(Completed) Mr. Kim

13 Thirteen

I fucking knew it.
The girl's eyes widen, and she turns to me.
"Did you kill your father?" She asks me.
"Yeah, I did." I told her, no shame on my face.
Everyone didn't know that I actually did, so they were shocked when I confirmed it.

Jimin's face then turned into a sneer.
"So you really did do it you crazy fucker..." he hissed at me.

The girl looks at me for a while, but then she smiles, turning back around so that she could look up at Jimin.

"Now I know, and I don't care. He doesn't seem like a threat to me."
Jimin's face turns to horror.
He takes a step back, not being able to comprehend what she said.

"Then you're also a fucking freak! Just know that, and never forget it!" He says, turning back around, stomping off.

She sighs.
"There goes my chance of ever making friends!" She says in a sarcastic voice.
I can't help but let myself give her a small smile. I've never had someone stand up for me, it's honestly new to me.

"Well you have me." I tell her, and she turns to me with a grin.
"I sure do! I haven't introduced myself properly, I'm Kim Sana, I'm bilingual and mixed! Korean and Italian, you?"

I chuckle, and I hold my hand out for her to shake.
"Jeon Jungkook, fully Korean."
She takes my hand, and we shake hands.
I suddenly feel an unfamiliar feeling in my chest.

Content.

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Ever since that day in the cafeteria, me and Sana have been hanging out ever since. I haven't fully opened up to her, but she's gotten a few small smiles from me.

Mr. Kim gives me roses every morning of the day, and it's made my stomach feel weird.
The real question though was how did he even know that they were my favorite flowers?

Sana and I were in the lunch hall, sitting at a table by ourselves.
My mood was slightly in the dirt since today was my mom's birthday, February 12th.

"So, when are you planning on searching for your soulmate?" I froze, my fork frozen in mid air as I watch her say that, my mood even more down.

"I don't plan to."
"Well why not? I mean you seem by yourself all the time, so I was wondering when you would ever search for your soulmate?"

"I don't want a soulmate. Not now, not ever."
My fork was placed in my bowl of rice while my fist was on the table, tightly clenched.

Sana seems to catch on, and she immediately gives me an apologetic look.
"I didn't know it was personal, I'm sorry, I won't ask about it again. We don't have to talk about soulmates at all from now if you're not comfortable."

I sigh, my fist unclenching, my red hand now placed on the table gently.
"It's fine, you didn't know."
I didn't feel like talking anymore.
Sana doesn't force me to talk, instead rambling on about random topics, trying to keep my thoughts off of the previous topic.

But once the memories resurface, they don't go down.

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Lynn~~