
🍃1🍃
6/3/18
Jimin pulled up to the slightly faded blue bungalow in his little, yellow Volkswagen Beetle, the boxes in his back seat and trunk sliding around and making an abnormal amount of noise. As he parked the car, he checked his rearview mirror to make sure one of his closest friends, Hoseok, was still behind him, which he was. He stepped out of his car and looked at the little house from it's outside. Empty window planters were attached to every window sill and the paint was beginning to chip slightly at the edges. The windows seemed a bit dirty but that, like the paint, could be worked on. A nice wrap around porch rimmed the house and he could imagine himself there with a good book on a warm day.
Jimin sighed and put a hazy smile on his face. Considering the circumstances of why he had to move so far from where he was originally located, he thought he was coping quite well. Once the whole issue became an issue he was quick to locate a new place to live and contacted his friends, who thought the decision was a smart one. Especially when the issue knows where you lived. He was quick to pack and, despite Jimin's protests, Hoseok helped him get everything out in one trip.
Jimin was honestly surprised he was so calm. This whole thing would have normally been too much and perhaps overwhelming but here he was, imagining himself reading a book on a summer day on the porch of the house he hadn't even thought of buying until the week before.
His thoughts were interrupted by Hoseok joining him and looking up at the place before commenting, "Cute little house." Hoseok looked at Jimin, "Wanna go inside?"
Jimin nodded and stuck his hand into his pants pocket before revealing the bungalow key. He stepped up the three stairs that led to the porch and slid the key into the keyhole and swiftly turned it. The little click rang out and Jimin pushed the door open.
Dust swarmed away from the door and into the already musty main entrance. The main entrance held a small closet door for coats and such with two arch type doorways, one leading into the living room and the other, to the left, into the kitchen and breakfast room. Jimin stepped inside and breathed in, the musty, almost moldy smell attacking him which resulted in quite a bit of coughing.
Hoseok just patted his back and whispered reassuringly, "Don't worry. It's nothing that a little Febreze can't fix."
Jimin prepared himself this time before stepping into the house. According to the lady that sold the house to him, the previous owner had just moved out without a word as to why. They'd taken everything out of the house before they had left, leaving it an empty shell of what it used to be. The paint that maybe the father brushed on with the help of his children beginning to fade slightly. The closet in one of the bedrooms that maybe once contained a girl's prom dress choices was now open and empty, no dresses within. Their laughter, their joy, their sadness, their anger is now only a whisper in the house's history. It's history like that that Jimin loves, a good story to tell himself when his days just aren't going well. Stories to block out his constant reminders of why he had to buy the history in the first place.
Jimin was shaken away from his thoughts by Hoseok bringing a fairly large box labeled 'Cooking Supplies' in through the front door and set it down on the kitchen counter.
He brushed his hands against each other and looked at Jimin, "I was thinking it would be easier to get you settled in if we set the boxes in the room their contents are meant for."
Jimin nodded and stepped back out onto the porch and to his car. He popped the trunk and grabbed one of the many boxes labeled books and heaved them back into the living room. The living room had built in shelves and Jimin felt himself get excited at the thought of the amount of all the recipe books he could fit on those shelves. As he set the box down, he heard Hoseok shout from the back of the house, "Which room is going to be yours? There's like seven back here!"
Jimin laughed and responded without a second thought, "The one that doesn't have a view of the house next door!"
"Gotcha!"
Jimin had heard from the realtor that the guy next door was, to say the least, weird. He said that on occasion the guy goes outside between 12 and 3 AM to tend to his flowers. The guy never leaves either. He gets his groceries delivered to his house. He only steps outside to check up on his plants. Jimin had to agree with his realtor, it was a bit odd.
Jimin and Hoseok finished unloading at 4:45. Hoseok had made some plans with co-workers back in the city so he had to be back on his way which Jimin was a bit happy about. He didn't want Hoseok, or any of his friends for that matter, around him for too long. He was scared that his issue would get to them too. No one seemed to understand just why he was scared. No one seemed to understand what the issue could and would do. Hoseok gave him a small smile along with a, "Call me soon," before getting into his car and starting the engine. Jimin waved as Hoseok's car pulled out of the gravel driveway and onto the main road before speeding away.
Jimin smiled contently as he turned around and looked up at the old house he was now calling his own. He always thought he'd live with someone if he was to get a house like this, but he couldn't allow it, especially now.
Jimin's neck hairs pricked up and he turned his head to see a black haired male leaning against the next door house's porch railing and looking out at the fields surrounding the two's homes. Jimin couldn't help but admire the guy's features. Soft, black hair that moved every time a breeze tousled it. Sharp jawline that was very prominent and deep brown eyes that were the focal point of his face. Jimin could just imagine how the guy's lips move upward a little when he smiled. Jimin shook his head, he still couldn't get over the guy's weird habits and that's how it was going to be. Jimin had already decided that was how this neighbor relationship would be. He would have one detail that would block out the others and use it as his excuse to not talk to the boy whose facial features were now imprinted in his brain.
Jimin sighed as he walked over to his car to close the trunk when he noticed a small blue box that had appeared to go unnoticed earlier. He knew immediately what the shoebox contained and knew he was definitely not going to leave it in his trunk. He reached in and grabbed it, cradling it in his arms once it was out. He closed the trunk and took one last look at the house next door, hoping to capture one last look at his neighbor, only to find the porch empty. Jimin sighed and climbed up his porch steps only to find a small, folded over sticky note on his front door. Jimin, brows furrowed in confusion, put the shoebox under his arm before peeling the note off his door.
Do not mess with the vines on the back of the house. It's called Stinging Nettle and will hurt you.
-Your Neighbor
Jimin refolded the note before going inside and sticking it to his fridge, which had arrived and been installed the day before. As he looked out his kitchen window he could see one of the stinging nettle vines that had curved onto the window. He had to thank that neighbor of his. He most definitely would've tried to remove that vine from his windows view.
Jimin shook his head, he wasn't supposed to think like this. He wasn't supposed to get involved with the guy next door. He already promised himself he wouldn't. He didn't want any unknowing person to get hurt because of him. Jimin decided as he looked at the boxes of cookbooks in the room next door that he would make his neighbor some food as a thank you for the advice and that would put him out of his thoughts. It sounded perfect to him.
Jimin removed the box from under his arm and rolled it around in his hand before deciding on what to do with it. He went back into his room and got on his knees right next to his bed. He set the box on the floor, moved his hand back and then forced it forward, sending the box flying under. He was only satisfied once a loud thunk was heard under the bed. The box would fit in under there. At least that's what Jimin hoped. The box was full of things that you don't want to forget about, but at the same time do. Like the unimaginable amount of clothes or old items you swore you had lost that you find underneath when you finally get around to clean it. Jimin was hoping that if he treated the box's contents like that, that maybe the memories the contents held would do the same. Only be something he remembers when he finally gets around to cleaning. Jimin stood up, gave his bed a pat and left the room, there was work to be done.
Word Count: 1640
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro