CHAPTER EIGHT| Thirty one missed calls |PARK JIMIN

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I had a glut of tiredness sagging through my eyes like the heavy clove chandelier above my head in the living room. Living room? My mind failed to recall for how long exactly I'd been warming the sofa couch and the reason why I couldn't walk up to my room to sleep.

After racking my brains, a picture of Taehyung in his driver's uniform, waiting for me to see him as he came to drop Molan from her work, per se swelled my eyes with horror. I had to meet with Taehyung. Aish, how can I miss it?

"Oh. No. No. No." I imprinted my feet savagely on the soft furry, white mat unfurled on the wooden floor, fingers clawed the delicate leather of the sofa seat. "Although Taehyung isn't the type to make something of this, I can't let him go without a goodnight kiss. He won't sleep tonight if he didn't get it."

In these months of intermittent meetings, I would always give him consoling hugs and exchange i-love-yous during this time slot, particularly when no one could see our faces in the dark. Even to myself, the sore point was that he yearned for my touch as much as I did. So, I wouldn't be able to shut-eye.

On the side note, I had concluded he was a hell of a silent child with those big eyes and little mouth; especially of the kind who would meekly swallow the bitter capsule ten times without complaining to exchange it with a sweet syrup. He would never complain, no matter how bad he was feeling about something.

I poked my head, curving my back into a half-summersault figure, feet glued on the sofa's arm to check if her car was in the driveway, and it was there. That was the normal time for Molan to enter Choi's territory. I careened along with the foyer to the driveway and touched her car's hood; it was hot. That meant he wouldn't have gone too far from here. I instantly called him and clued him in to meet me outside.

I ran upstairs to fetch the keys of my car. I pulled a new t-shirt down my head that had pretty strawberries scattered all around. A pertinent trick to win his heart because his love for strawberries had no bound.

In haste, I left a text on Uncle Mojo's phone about my departure to meet with, this time another self-inserted character's name other than Lisa. While in the real world, I didn't have a single friend in the school, and before they could cast me away for carrying an American passport, I began to perish going to school and chose to attend private online classes for that matter. Being a transfer student from California, made be appear like a virus that if not killed by an antibiotic could take a deadly hold at everyone's chest, ultimately taking a heavy toll of fatal deaths.

I pulled my car outside our main gate and eagerly waited for him to come.

Not a minute late, I saw him rolling down the 149-song-ho street, but he wasn't in his white uniform like normally he should be in. He didn't look his usual self. Instead, he was wearing a new pair of black jeans and a dusty brown sweatshirt. Did he get enough time to go home, change it and return? But that was impossible like he merely got off his duty by ten minutes or so.

His hands were in his pockets, and for the first time in history, he looked so beautiful, like a celebrity in the glimmer of the white light post. His hair trimmed and bangs veiled his eyes, skin glowing more than anybody else by a mile.

I felt a little indifferent in stepping ahead and pulling him in a hug, as I was familiar with the second-hand Taehyung so much that this Taehyung made me wonder about our relationship. Nevertheless, he took a step closer and I took two; we huddled together.

"You look different," I complimented ever-so-slightly, pulling apart.

"Yeah. Just got my salary, bought these from the local street market on a thirty percent discount," he mumbled and caressed my head, resting his chin on my head as he jammed me against his warm chest gently. "I look cool. Isn't it?"

"I'm afraid, it became a habit of seeing you in an oversize off-white shirt and faded gray pants, that I───" Meanwhile he broke into controlled waves of laughter I continued to persist him from changing his way of clothing in the rat race of looking like others. "───don't want you to get dressed like those hipsters on the streets." I craned my neck to look into his eyes.

"It wasn't an experiment. Guess it didn't turn out good." He hummed and lifted me off the ground to take a spin.

He quickly put me down. I stifled a good amount of laugh only to thrust the car keys in his hands. "Two buckets of chocolate ice cream for this bug!" I eyed his attire nefariously.

"A-yah, my salary doesn't come in buckets. Anyways, we are having strawberry one," he chimed and gave a pointed look, making me bite my bottom lip out of his overwhelming choice while his eyes devoured my shirt.

"Your wish. I just need you to spend something on me as well."

He clapped his hands and slipped into the driver's seat while I plopped next to him from the other side. Just as he was about to close the door he turned toward me with a tight-lipped smile, "The engine won't start."

"And why would that be? It's all in good condition. You didn't even turn it on, pabo," I grew pissed off when his superficial acting made his intentions very clear.

He attached his ear to the steering wheel and pretended to hear the non-living item speak; his expressions crushed like tissue paper. "Strange, it says kiss the driver first." His round eyes and pouted lips were extremely adorable but I had a big matter at my hands.

A slew of 31 and counting missed calls on my phone.

Without putting much thought into the caller's identity, I picked it up.
"Hello?" And the voice that floated in my ear had me pronounce the name, "Jimin? Yo-"

I covered my mouth right after Taehyung scratched his brow, murmuring to battle with his conscience, "Jimin? You never told me you had a friend."

I erred and faked the identity of Jimin as a girl. Since I had a plan for tomorrow with Jimin playing the main role, I resumed fetching in his queries. "What happened? You okay?"
By the end of the call, he informed me that I had to meet him in his club for the run-through.

Had the car been in motion, I would open its door and jump out of it to get a truck over my body. That way, it was easy. To see his excitement plummet was a torturous trauma. "Tae, I-I've to meet my friend. She has asked me to meet near Heaven Air Club."

He nodded and the car drove silently through the dark alley.

I had a definite thought of keeping Taehyung off the street, luckily he wasn't keen to meet with the person that made my work a tad easier. Girls and Boys were equally high on drinks and dance even when it was the standard closing time. I searched for Park Jimin and found him sitting on a barstool, facing, well, me.

His pose was a little too uncomfortable to look at. He was practically stuck in the air rather than being on the barstool.

Generally, people leave the top two buttons of their shirt open for fashion or whatever reason, but this person followed the wrong routine. His entire chest was revealed as if he was a muse for some sculptor, and as I lowered my gaze it was tucked in his denim jeans.

I cut through the crowd to meet the half-dressed man, he extended his hand. "Tho, I never expected you to come."

I reluctantly placed my hand in his, bug-eyed at his comment. "What?"

A/n

HEY, today I finalized how I would end this book. Strangely, I plan a book from its end, and then there's a piecemeal procedure to be followed.
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