Warning Suspicions

"When you're in love, you're capable of learning everything and knowing things you had never dared even to think because love is the key to the understanding of all the mysteries." – Paulo Coelho

I motioned him to follow me when the bell to Interval rang. Jimin followed taking in the running and chatting students in the hallway. I took a turn and headed towards the stairs. I have never gone to the rooftop but that's the only place I could talk to him without someone assuming me crazy.

"Finally!" he clapped his hands. "We can talk".

"Jimin, why did you do that?" I asked straight away to the point.

"Do what?" he asked innocently. He saw the look on my face then smiled sheepishly "Aah, they were cheating!" he reasoned immediately.

"Pouring water over their heads is a way for your punishment?" I raised my eyebrows.

"I could only think of that at the moment" he reasoned again "Also, didn't you see their faces?" he started laughing again throwing off his head backward.

I glared at him and he stopped laughing seeing my expression, he gulped and looked away "I'm sorry"

"You should be, Jimin" I folded my hands "You can't just give yourself away like that".

"I'm sorry. I won't do something like that again" he kept his gaze on the floor "And please don't ignore me".

He looked genuinely sad now. I guess I made my point.

"Fine."I sighed "But what was that, huh? Were you practicing some sort of ballet DURING MY CLASS?" I widened my eyes showing my distress.

"I just wanted to make you smile. I thought you'll never talk to me." he pouted with a pleading expression "And you look scary when you're mad" he muttered under his breath which I heard.

"Yes, I am" I shrugged my shoulders.

Jimin kept avoiding my gaze which was dangerously fixed on him.

"What's done is done. Just please don't interrupt between the classes, Jimin" I said.

He nodded "I'll be in the garden" he started walking away "See you".

I watched as he walked away guilty. I won't say anything because he should know what's it feels like. He really seems like a spoilt child. Should knock some senses into his head. Aish...this is tiring! I can hardly keep myself company because of my studies and now I've to keep this ghost guy company. Why do you have to make my life miserable, God?!!

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"Why can't they just shut up if they don't know anything about it?!!" I was searching the internet for the past two hours about paranormal activities. Unfortunately, almost everything they say is either a gigantic lie or made-up stories. Some of them are actually funny, I should admit.

I almost covered everything up, the latest news but none of them fits the ghostly characters Jimin is showing. If someone mentions teleportation power then they'd sat they can levitate from the air, which Jimin can't do. I visited many websites but all of them only told horror stories and showed perfectly edited ghost pictures. I was actually losing my nerves.

"Maybe we don't know everything I can do," suggested Jimin who was laying on my bed bored, staring at the ceiling.

I turned to him "What do you mean?"

"Maybe I have more powers yet to discover which will fit their description. For example, like floating objects in mid-air like in those creepy movies?" he said sitting up on the bed and facing me.

"Mm...that's a possibility. Can you do that?" I asked suddenly curious about the topic.

"Uhm no?" he raised his eyebrows.

"Did you try it?"

"Yes, but I couldn't" he shook his head.

I sighed deeply and slumped in my chair, staring at my laptop screen full of paranormal related tabs.

What should I do?

"Hey..."Jimin got up from the bed and walked up to my table. "It's alright. You don't have to search for it. I'm alright" he gave me a warm smile.

"No, you're not" I waved him off sitting straight.

"Mia, you've so much to study." he pointed towards the thick books stacked on my table "Go on. You have so much on your plate already."

"That's true but I'm just trying to help." I sighed mumbling.

"You don't have to. It's enough that you keep me company" he said making me look at him. He had that beautiful smile on his face. And that reassurance but I knew deep down he was hurting. I'm not dumb, I can read people like book. The smile was just his mask for showing me that he's fine which is definitely not true.

"Fine. So, you're saying that you won't leave me alone any time soon?" I asked raising my eyebrows and crossing my arms.

"Maybe...?" he leaned back with a sheepish smile.

"Bruh...why?" I looked up where God was supposedly resting.

He chuckled."I can make a great friend, you know"

"An annoying friend, to be exact" I added.

"Am I that annoying?" he asked gleefully.

"Aha!" I scoffed "Is that even a question?"

"Well you are the first girl to say that the cute sexy lovely Park Jimin is annoying" he made a pose winking at me.

"Honoured to have that title" I bowed elegantly to which he laughed.

"Don't you have any friends, Mia?" he asked frowning "I haven't seen any".

"Nope. I just hate the concept of friendship." I shrugged.

"Hate?!" he looked alarmed "Why?"

"Just because. Besides, I don't have time for those silly stuff" I rolled my eyes.

"Having friends and hanging out with them is not silly stuff, Mia" he stated matter-of-factly. "It's quite enjoyable and wonderful. The magic of friendship." he smiled clutching his hands together.

"I don't care. I don't have any, that's all".

"No wonder you are so grumpy" he muttered under his breathe.

"I heard that. And yes, I'm grumpy" I glared at him.

"You really remind me of Suga hyung. I think you both are long lost sister and brother!" he scanned me.

"Sugar? Who's that?" I asked frowning.

"One of the members in my group. He's a rapper, actually, he spits fire. Suga hyung is just like you. Fierce, grumpy, quiet, and cute. He is a sweet person though" his gaze was elsewhere and he had a sad smile on.

"Did you just indirectly call me, of all people in this house, cute?" I laughed mockingly.

"Yeah, you are cute, Mia" he stated seriously.

"Haha...that was very funny Mr.Park. What is that you need from me now?" I said with the same mocking smile.

"I didn't compliment you for getting something from you. I was stating the fact." he shook his head in disbelief.

"Save such cheesy comments for your fangirls, buddy" I smirked at him.

"Whatever I say you won't believe me. I'm older than you, by the way, you can't just address me informally," he said strictly.

"I only know how to speak informal Korean" I lied.

"Really? But you used formal Korean first when you got to know I'm an idol." he said playfully "Are you lying?"

"Nope, I didn't," I said flatly.

"Oh you did, Mia" he smirked "Do you know how a younger girl addresses a boy older than her?"

I raised my eyebrows.

"Oppa" his smirk widened "You should call me that".

"Why?" I asked blankly.

"Because you should respect me. I'm older than you also an idol" he smiled innocently.

"Oh really?!" I dramatically widened my eyes "Then why are you standing in my room, Park Jimin?"

His smile faltered a little. "Still I'm older than you" he pointed out again.

"You are standing in my house, in my room" I got up from my chair and leaned down towards his sitting form "My house, my rules" I whispered.

I saw him gulping "Fine. Call me whatever you want."

He got up abruptly and left the room by passing through the door.

I chuckled seeing his defeated expression.

I caught myself smiling like an idiot. Why? I haven't been like this. Laughing, and let alone smiling? It's only been two days since we've met but he managed to make me smile. I don't know why I'm not awkward and uncomfortable with him, it's so unlike me. It's almost like he's some sort of lost friend of mine. I don't know but something about him makes me want to trust him wholeheartedly. I don't trust people easily and always keep a boundary between them and me. I'm always afraid that they'll break my trust and hurt me that I stopped trusting people. But Jimin, has now become another case. He is a stranger but my heart says to trust him and open up, though I don't know why?

Out of all these people in this world, why was I chosen to see him? Why, out of all the places in this world, India, precisely my village field, the one he's chosen to appear? It's almost like fate is playing behind it.

Those questions keep swirling in the back of my mind every time I talk to him. And I really want to find the answer to those questions. Also, the reason for that notorious feeling that he's hiding something from me, deliberately.