"Hi?" I spoke, not checking the caller ID before I picked up the phone.

"Hey Princess."

"Oh, hi Jimin." I said, trying to sound cheery.

Although we made it seem like we made up yesterday at the restaurant, we actually didn't. I wasn't mad anymore and I was pretty sure Jimin wasn't either. But we got drunk pretty quickly and didn't get the time to talk and apologize. Actually Jimin and I almost didn't speak last night. All he did every now and then was grab my hand and send me a smile. All I did? Well I tried focusing on my boyfriend next to me, but Jungkook's big aura was like a magnet and I couldn't keep my eyes or mind off him.

It was still a little awkward between Jimin and I. Well I thought it was, it didn't really sound like he thought so.

"Surprised?" He questioned, an evident confusion in his voice.

"No I just didn't check who was calling and I just woke up." I said.

"It's almost 4 and you're not up yet?" He chuckled.

"Whatever, I was tired." I scoffed but also let out a chuckle.

A silence occurred for a moment, both of us not really knowing what to say.

"So why'd you call?"

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot! My singing lesson has been extended, I'll be home late."

"Hm, okay. I'll see you later then, right?" I said, almost ending the call.

"Wait, I'm not done, there's something else!"

"Yeah?"

"I wish I could say this to your face, looking in your eyes, but you'll probably be sleeping when I get home and my voice would probably be hoarse from all the singing and-"

"Jimin, you're mumbling." I cut him off with a laugh, "What do you want to say? I have to call Soomin."

He laughed along with me.

"I just wanted to apologize about our argument the other day and apologize for yelling. I hate yelling at you and I don't know why I did it. I'm sorry Haru."

My heart warmed, a smile spreading across my face.

"Jimin it's okay, I'm sorry too."

"No but you shouldn't be-"

"I wasn't any better, just let me apologize stubborn ass."

"Hey if any of us is stubborn it's definitely you." He shot back, I could imagine his one eyebrow raising, making a wrinkle appear above.

"It's definitely you who's the most stubborn, I don't know what you're on about."

"Whatever you say Princess."

We both laughed through the phone.

"Hey, so we're okay?" His voice came out small.

"Of course we are, stop making a big deal about it! I gotta go now okay?"

"Okay, I love you."

"I love you too, bye."

I looked at the top corner of my phone. The clock was indeed four. I had slept the whole day away. Awesome.

I got out of the bed and headed to the kitchen. The house was empty, everyone out doing their own things while I had slept the day away. I love sleeping in, but not till late afternoon.

Soomin was still sick, but had told me she probably would be back in school next week. I missed her so much. I thought finally, after almost a whole week of rest she would be okay, but unfortunately she wasn't. I had suggested I would bring her some take out, but she declined saying she didn't want to infect me. I of course understood, but I so wanted to talk to her in person. I had so much to tell her.

A few hours later, I was still home alone. It was no fun being in that big house all alone. It was silent and felt lonely.

Restless, I decided to put on some clothes and eat at a nearby convenience store. I bought a cup of ramen and some minute rice and prepared it in the microwave on the small terrace they had outside the store. While waiting for the food to be done, I went inside the store again and bought an egg to mix into it. Taehyung had told me it was the best way to eat ramen.

As I got out, I mixed the egg with the noodles and put it in the microwave for another 2 minutes.

I sat down at s small table with two steel chairs next to it. A pretty flower in a pot was placed in the middle of the table, making it a bit more delicate to look at.

I hadn't been eating at a convenience store for a long time. It brought back a lot of childhood memories. Back when my dad still cared. When grades didn't matter to him. And when he actually payed attention to me. Back when my mother was my hero. My best friend.
She had always brought a smile to my face as I got home from school, always alone. I was very shy and introverted as a child and I usually kept to myself. Whenever other kids approached me, I walked the other way.

My father started to notice how I would have no social skills and my grades weren't the best. I guess he would've wanted a more successful daughter.

I would've wanted that too. Not exactly successful in school, but successful in being a great person. I couldn't wrap my head around what was going on. I was in a happy relationship with Jimin, right? 

I felt so bad for having kissed Jungkook. Even worse for liking it. I truly wanted to tell Jimin, but the words always got stuck in my throat. I was just so scared. Scared of hurting him and most importantly, scared of losing him. I actually thought I could be cured. Thought that it was just a mistake that happened because of a tiny flaw in me and Jimin's relationship that could easily be fixed. Or forgotten.

Jungkook didn't like me romantically anyways, and Jimin loved me. It most likely was a selfish thought, but I didn't want to risk losing both of them.

A screech from across me teared me from my thoughts. A hooded figure sat down across from me. It was dark and the hood covered most of his face, the black face mask covering the rest. My heartbeat quickened and I quickly glanced inside the store, sure that the cashier was there so I wouldn't be killed right there right then.

The figure across me, slid down his hood, revealing an ebony haired man, with a familiar piercing clenching to the bottom lip.

"What the fuck Jungkook you almost gave me a heart attack!" I put my hand to my heart, feeling I was still alive.

I seriously have to stop watching murder documentaries...

"Why I'm that handsome?" He spoke, a smile big enough to show his bunny teeth spread across his face.

"Not in the slightest." I muttered, rolling my eyes.

"You seriously got scared by that?" He said. His eyes was wide and eyebrows raised, astonished I was so easily scared.

"I need to watch a horror movie with you one day then." He laughed.

It made my heart skip a beat when he said that. The fact that he thought about doing something with me in the future.

Jeez, get your shit together Haru!

"Bring it on, I'm quite tough actually." I huffed, crossing my arms.

"Boo!" Jungkook exclaimed, jumping in his chair and slightly jerking the table.

I perked a brow at him and tried not to burst into laughter.

Jungkook noticed how his attempt of scaring me failed, and his ears turned red, slightly embarrassed.

"You look dumb, you know that?"

He scoffed, looking away.

I stirred my noodles, looking at the man in front of me who didn't say a word.

"Why are you here?" I finally spoke.

"It's a store, you buy things here?"

"Jeon Jungkook, a member of the most famous boyband in Asia if not the whole world, doesn't."

"Whatever." He scoffed, walking into the store and coming out with two cups of ramen.

"I already have food." I said with a slight smile, my heart fluttering a bit that he bought one for me too.

"It's for me." He raised a brow.

My smile faded, embarrassed that I actually thought he would buy that for me. He noticed and smirked, "Don't flatter yourself babe."

"Stop calling me that." I whispered poutingly, not knowing if I actually wanted him to stop.

We both slurped our noodles for a while, Jungkook stealing my rice as I hadn't even touched them yet. He ate a lot. Suddenly he asked me why Jimin and I had been arguing lately. He had apparently heard the yelling from a few days before.

It still bothered me a bit that Jimin couldn't just let it go and that he couldn't see things from my point of view. 

I shrugged off the topic quickly, not wanting to talk with Jungkook about my relationship.

Jungkook's hand once moved to the middle of the table, touching the leaves of the flower decoration. I couldn't help but adore the way his eyes were big and wide, deep brown and dazzling as he looked at the flower. I rarely saw his doe eyes in real life. It was usually through a screen I saw those. He mostly, in person, hid his innocent look behind his tough facade. I wondered what was on his mind.

"What's your favorite flower?" He suddenly spoke, looking up at me as his chin was resting on the table.

"What?"

"What's your favourite flower?" He repeated his question, lifting his head.

He had never asked me about things I liked. It surprised me.

"You seriously want to know?" I asked, almost warning him cause I could let out a whole paragraph about stuff like that. I loved nature.

As I said, I didn't have a lot of friends as a child... I usually spent my time in our garden. We had had a beautiful flower bed back then. Although sadly, today it was overgrown with weeds, after I had been away.

"Mhm, I do." He nodded and dropped his hands on the table. They landed very close to mine, not close enough to touch, but close enough to feel the heat radiating off them.

How is his hands always warm

"Fine, you asked for it..." I said and smiled, thinking of the flower I liked, "It's quite simple, but not really. Asters are my favorite. My grandmother used to give me them on my birthday. She always told me they represented love and faith and that the day she couldn't give them to me anymore, another would take her place. I always laughed it off as she began going deep with the meaning, but she told me to have faith. Asters are the September birth flower. I was born in September. The purple ones are my all time favourite. It-"

My phone cut me off, the screen lighting showing an unknown caller ID.

I noticed how I had been babbling about a flower for the past few minutes while Jungkook sat across me not speaking a word. Just listening to what I had said.

My phone startled Jungkook too and I felt my hand get cold again as he moved his away. His hand had moved on top on mine. Without I even realized. I was totally lost in the flower world, reminding me of my grandmother.

Jungkook coughed, making my eyes work loose off his, "Aren't you gonna answer?"

I nodded and answered the call.

Jungkook POV

I leant back in the chair, watching her as she walked away from the table to answer the phone.

"I was born in September too." I muttered to myself, a smile grazing my lips.

The way she had described her flower as if it was the most important thing in her life. The way a smile appeared on her lips between her sentences, reminded of whatever September really meant to her.

She cherished the smallest things. I could never speak more than one sentence about a stupid flower. But she could. I was impressed. It was really attractive.

Haru's back was still facing me, but it seemed like she wasn't on the phone anymore.

"Haru?" I called, but she didn't move.

I got up and walked to stand in front of her.

"Yo why are you-" I stopped speaking as the smaller girl turned to look up at me with blood shot eyes and quivering lips.

Her small body was shaking, tears pressuring to fall.

I took a step closer to her, about to wrap my arms around her to calm her down from whatever was happening. Although before I could, she stepped away, wiping her eyes.

"I- I need to go to the hospital." She spoke and went past me.

au.n.
I just really like purple asters okay?😤

This was btw Jungkook at that convenient store. I took the picture of him since I thought he looked cute.