Chapter 2

As his name ran off your lips, you could almost hear the intense thundering of your heart. Panick started to course through your veins, and now you're frozen in position.




"Kim Sohye....?" he calls your name, his reaction almost mirroring yours.




A wave of relief hit as you thought he had forgotten you long ago. You were about to say something until he runs up to you and puts his cold palm onto your cheek.



"It's really you....do you remember me? It's me, Park Jimin. I met you a month ago..."





You nod slowly. Taking his hand off your face, you pressed them gently against yours to provide warmth.



"Your hands..."

"they are so cold." you cupped his hand into both your palms to transfer body heat.




"Are you worried about me?"


You can feel the sneaky smile in his voice. At this point, your heart was beating like crazy, but you try your best not to show it.


"More importantly.." you changed the subject. "Why are you here?"


Jimin seems to pause a little at your question, hesitation in his movements.



"I'm living here from today onwards. This is my apartment."



Your eyes widened considerably at his statement. An incredulous look slowly formed on your face as the realization creeped in.



"P-park Jimin..you.."


"you mean...you're my roommate?"


Jimin pauses for a while to process, before his lips turned up into a smug smirk.

"I guess I have better luck than I thought. Or is this just fate?" he teases you.



"This is unbelievable. Who allowed this?" you shake your head in disbelief.




"I really missed you." he says softly.



The both of you stood silently, until you break the silence.
"Jimin.....why didn't you reply me?.."



His expression turns into guilt, and he looks down apologetically. Jimin then steals a glance at you, before deciding to answer.



"I'm sorry. I lost my phone , and i'm only replacing it next week."



Somehow, there was uncertainty planted deep in his tone of voice, and you're almost sure what slipped out of his mouth was a trail of lies. But it's wasn't your intention to dig deeper, so you faked a smile.


"Its fine. In return, how about putting off the formalities?" you patted his shoulder casually. As Jimin loosens the tie around the collar of his white shirt, you noticed his eyes lit up with slight amusement.


"..I'm older than you. How can a little peanut like you address me informally?" he scoffs at you.


You smacked him playfully on the shoulder, then turned back to continue with your work moving the boxes. Suddenly, you catch a faint scent of something like.....fresh....soap...?


You flinch as you realize he is behind you, leaning in close to your body.


As if it was a natural instinct, your eyes follow a muscular hand who is taking the boxes away from your grasp. Jimin walks off into your room, carrying the heavy boxes with him. You follow him in light steps.



"Thank you Jimin, but don't you know that you're not supposed to enter a lady's room?" you laughed slightly, leaning on the doorframe.


Jimin turns back to look at you, flipping back his hair in the process. You have to stop breathing for a second because he looked so attractive that moment.


He raises his eyebrows questionably.



"Hey...don't you know we're gonna share the bedroom?"


Wait. What?

After seeing you pause, he laughs.


"The old lady said there was only one bedroom, did you forget? I thought my roommate was going to be a guy. So I agreed."




"But.....but I thought you were a girl too."





He comes closer to you, walking closer with a playful glint in his eyes. Your breath hitched at the close approximity of your bodies.



"I don't mind if its you. Do you?"


Your eyes darted to his slightly parted lips, and darkened expression. His intent stare gradually turned into a seductive glare, and a lump formed in your throat. Eventually you shake your head slowly in response, answering with a no.


Jimin's lustful expression changes quickly into a cute puppy-like smile. He ruffles your hair gently.


"Don't worry, you can sleep here. I'll sleep in the living room sofa from today onwards."


Living room sofa? Instantly you grab Jimin's wrist, tightening the grip as you held on. His line of sight turned to your hand, surprised at your sudden action.



"No way, you can't sleep in the cold living room just for me. Just...just sleep here."


Hearing the worry in the tone of your voice, the look in his eyes warmed up as he gazes at you.


"If that's what you want..." he muttered softly, fingers slowly tucking your stray hair behind your ear.



At this point, you're blushing so hard that you're certain he will notice. So you look down hastily, fidgeting your body.


"Uhmm...so, why did you move here?" you tried to change the topic.


"I needed to live somewhere closer to the new studio nearby here. I'm a song writer...."


"Songwriter??..." you couldn't help but to be amazed. You love music in general, so a career related with film or music was your dream.


Before you knew it, the both of you were sharing bits of each others' lives, talking as if you've met for a long time.


Somehow, you feel connected to his soul - he makes you feel captivated, ecstatic, and different undefined feelings would sprout whenever he is near.


Something pink, warm and fuzzy, a feeling that makes you long to interact with him. Everything about him just allures you, like a drug. Every word that he spoke you couldn't help but give your undivided attention, you're like a prey falling into the traps of the predator.

After packing the house, you walked into the kitchen, searching for cups as you're thirsty. Your vision was fixed on the top shelves, where they were stacked neatly. The tip of your fingers trembled, and you're trying the best you can to reach it.

Right then, you felt a presence behind you. The shadow that casted on the wall, was a silhouette that was a tad bit taller than yourself.


Jimin is behind you, he leans over and reaches the shelf above. His body was firmly pressed against your back, and at that split moment you could even feel his breath against your ears. Fortunately, it seemed like his height was just enough.


Following which, he pours a cup of water for you, and pushes it towards you, gesturing you to drink it.


You take it slowly, thanking him with your eyes. An angelic smile shows on his face as he leans comfortably on the kitchen counter, a half open gaze directed curiously at you. Oh god. Jimin continues to study every inch of your body, his piercing stare sending tingles down your spine.



As you stood in silence, you can hear your heart beating rapidly — no matter how much you attempted to silence it, it seems to thunder through your body and into your ears, like a vivid reminder that having a crush was undeniable at this point.




A crush on him.