Under the Cherry Tree

pretty lady

Slamming the empty shot glass on the table, Minjimi listened to her brother, Minjun, babble on about a girl he met.

"She's got the prettiest eyes, and this adorable smile, she's really an angel, you think I could marry her?" He asked, looking at Minjimi, the girl leered back at him, squinting.

He had the same sharp jaw as her, brown fox eyes and the same matching dark black hair as hers, his hair brushed down into a middle part, the sides curled, giving his face a softer look, his thin lips pursed, Minjimi tilted her head, "what was her name again?"

"Oh my god Minnie, how many times will I say it? It's Gyunghui, the girl who lives on the edge of town! By the ice skating rink! Are you even listening to me?" Minjun glowered at her, Minjimi put her hands up like she was surrendering, "sorry."

Turning back to the empty shot glass, she looked up across the bar at Jimin and Jeongguk talking to another male who had light silver hair, his hooded eyes looked tired, and he nodded at everything that came out of Jimin's mouth, which she guessed must've been a lot.

Scanning the bar with her dark brown eyes, black hair tucked behind her ear, the multiple rings on her fingers gently tapping against the counter, biting her red cherry lips in her teeth, leaning forward on the counter and slumping down.

"You're boring." Minjun said, standing up and leaving her before she could respond, but she wasn't going to either way.

Staring at the drinks on the shelves, she rested her chin into her palm. Truth was, she really wished she could talk to that guy she had met earlier.

He had to have been lying. Five summers? That didn't make any sense at all! She hardly saw anybody in that meadow, why was he suddenly there?

A figure sat down next to her, attracting her attention to them, and prepared herself for the talk she was about to be forced into as a man faced her, leaning his elbow against the table.

"Hey pretty lady, what are you doing out here alone? Sure you ain't got nobody waiting for you?" He asked, he reeked of alcohol, so Minjimi decided to be nice.

To an extent.

She didn't respond, letting the guy get closer to her, "you gonna play hard to get? I like that." He said huskily, Minjimi tilted her head to the side, exposing her neck a bit as she tapped the back of her knuckle on the counter, he got closer, to the point where he could smell the soft perfume on her. "So you're gonna be nice, I can work with that."

He traced a finger down her neck. But she still didn't move.

It wasn't until his finger went down the side of her waist, where her other hand was hidden, that she grabbed his arm, standing up and twisting his arm around, the guy winced, begging for her to let go, but she kept the strong grip, scowling at him.

He tried to swing his other arm at her, but she ducked, twisting further up his arm so fast that it dislocated his shoulder, before slamming his arm into the table by his elbow, which ultimately snapped the bone.

The guy shrieked, Minjimi watching him stumble around as a crowd slightly formed, Minjimi's cold facial expression didn't change as she walked out of the bar into the night sky.

Stopping at the front doors, a security guard put his hand in front of her. "We just got radioed-"

"Don't." She smirked, pulling out a chain with a silver locket on it and putting it into his hand. A chain worth millions.

The security man slowly pulled away from her, and she looked up and down the street.

Another person walked up next to her, she looked up at them, but froze seeing the face.

Him.

"Watched you do that." His soft toned voice had a slight chortle in it, Minjimi shifted her weight onto her other leg, looking back out at the street side lit by street lamps.

"Yeah? You gonna try to come for my cherry tree after that?" She teased, the guy rocked on his feet, his hands going in front of him, she suddenly realized how much cleaner he smelled, glancing at him awkwardly. "It was a stupid fight." Was all he replied with, Minjimi rolled her eyes, not responding.

But neither could help it, as they broke out into little fits of laughter.

"Well, yeah, maybe I overreacted." Minjimi admitted, the taller man looked down, his black soft hair falling over his eyes, "I'm not to innocent in that either, so, you've been at that tree for five summers too? Why haven't I seen you?" He asked, Minjimi looked at him, their eyes meeting, this time, without hatred.

"I've been wondering the same! We must go at different times, I guess." She lightly chuckled, he nodded a little, looking at her like he was examining her features.

Maybe it was because they had just made up for their dumb fight, or the fact that he was probably a lot nicer than she had thought, but he looked so much more attractive up close. His dark eyes staring into hers, black hair slightly brushed against his eyes from looking down earlier, his thick plump lips slightly parted, examining his soft, smooth clear skin, not a single imperfection in sight, he had such a calming effect on her, but she didn't know what caused it.

Coming back to reality, she looked away from him, looking down at the ground, "I should get going." She broke the awkward feeling between them, he seemed to ground back into reality as well, for he made an unsure harrumph and rocked on his feet as he put his hands behind him. "Right, the names Kim Seokjin, by the way." He introduced, Minjimi turned to him, giving her usual, fake, forced smile she used when giving people her name. "Minjimi, Han Minjimi."

"You don't need to be fake with me." He gently nudged her shoulder, she dropped the smile and sighed. "It's natural, um...yeah...I'm gonna go." She backed up, walking away from him, she was surprised that in the time they had been talking to each other, that Jeongguk or Jimin didn't come up and ruin the moment.

Minjimi crossed her arms, walking up the dark street, heels clicking against the pavement, she had just hated this...Seokjin...an hour ago...why was she now caring?

She couldn't love...no...like whoever she wanted to. She wasn't allowed, she thought of herself as to much of a burden.

She decided if she were to see him, she'd avoid him at all costs. She didn't like him, why would she? She just met him, looking down the street that looped around to her mansion, her eyes fell to the trees that held her secret spot in.

Taking off her heels, she ran for the woods. Maybe there, under the cherry tree, she could think.