Just now I wanted to call him to eat because I had finished cooking but he had already arrived. A bowl of bulgogi is accompanied by spicy ramen and don't forget warm rice.
We ate face to face at the dining table without speaking a word, he seemed to enjoy my cooking and even added to it twice. I don't know if it's because my cooking is good or Jimin's factor is too hungry. I'm also very hungry so I don't really care about that.
We spent about twenty minutes eating all this food and now I'm washing all the tools I used earlier.
Jimin had gone to his room, before he left me he had said 'thank you' in a cold tone and a flat expression. Really cold, cold as snow.
Finally I finished with this washing and washing activity and immediately went back to my room.
I flung myself roughly on the bed of my room, staring at the ceiling with both hands holding the blanket over my chest.
I do not know what I think, there are so many things that are lodged in my head that I do not know what to think and do not realize since when I fell asleep and went deep into the world of dreams.