Movie Night

"The greatest love stories are not those in which love is only spoken, but those in which it is acted upon."

– Steve Maraboli

Days with Park Jimin was rather different than I expected. Usually, some sort of dark aura always surrounded me which means I never laugh, smile, talk nor even act like a human being. I was partially dead. But, with Jimin I felt alive like I was reborn or something. I can't stay dark in front of his warm smiles and giggles. He always skips around playing and cracking jokes to me, though I put on my best poker face he would never give up. He keeps bugging me and eventually I had to give in because he is very stubborn.

He spends his day following me around everywhere I go. When I'm in classes he'll stay in the school garden playing around, roaming around the school, or wander just around the premises of the school, and together we'll go home.

He would talk all day even though I'm always staying silent. Yeah, sometimes I do get irritated but when I tell him that, he'll stop immediately. I had actually asked him why he keeps talking to me though I'm not responding. He said that I'm unknowingly listening to it though I'm not listening and that's more than enough for him. I can't help but awe at him sometimes. I really did expect him to be an arrogant idol brat but he was totally....I hate to say this, but...nice and sweet!

I don't mind him at all now.

"Mia....Get down here!" oops, that was my mom.

I was as usual practicing math problems while Jimin was sitting in front of the window with earbuds on, listening to music (He kept bugging me to give him my phone saying that he wanted to hear music, I gave up to shut him up). I looked up from my notebook and saw him bobbing his head to whatever music was playing. He seemed to be enjoying it with his eyes closed and tapping his fingers on his thigh. I decided not to disturb him.

I got up from my chair and went downstairs or my mom'll come upstairs and cause a hurricane. Both my sisters were wearing outdoor clothes and were literally standing like models for fashion magazines with cakes of makeup on their faces. I mentally gagged and went to my mother's room.

"What's it, mom?" I leaned on her doorway with an uninterested look.

My mom was combing her long hair and was touching up her make up. She looked young and elegant as ever. I can already tell the men out there will drool over her.

"Oh Mia, your sisters and I are going to an engagement of my colleague's son. Are you coming?" she asked me turning away from her mirror and checking her purse.

I just looked at her.

"Let me guess..." she told without letting me even opening my mouth.

I nodded "Nope".

"Good girl. I knew that you'll say that" she smiled fakely and gave out a weary smile "I wonder when you'll attend programs like these. Mia, you can't-"

"Aah, mom." I interrupted "If you're going, you should go now. You'll be late"

She sighed again. "Fine. We'll be eating dinner there. So, make yourself something if you don't want to starve the night."

She glided off the room, put on her heels, and switched the lights off.

"And we'll be back around midnight. You know she's a close friend of mine" she smiled at me before walking past me.

I followed her and my sisters to the main door.

"You can sleep. I'll call when we're here, okay?" she turned around and I nodded.

"Have fun staying home alone, sis" fake smiled Liya batting her eyelashes at me and waving.

"And beware of ghosts too" said Diya with a concerned tone because she genuinely is. The girl's afraid of ghosts.

Only if she knew that there is one upstairs listening to music right then.

"Pfft, I doubt any ghosts will come near her. They'd get scared." mocked Liya getting inside mom's car.

"Very funny, shoot" I glared.

"Ooh, grandma's angry. Bye, sis!!!" she squealed. How did she EVEN become my sis?

"Take care, Mia" my mom remarked and they drove away.

I locked the gates and got inside, securely locking the doors.

Reaching the dining hall I looked up at the clock hung up the wall.

7:03 PM

"Where did everyone go?" came a voice that made me flinch.

I turned around and saw that it was Jimin who had a sorry expression while I glared at him.

"They went on an engagement." I sighed rubbing my forehead.

"Oh" he had a blank face as he nodded.

"What do we do now?" he asked after a moment.

"Not 'we'. I'm gonna go study" with that I started to walk toward the stairs.

"Oh no. Can we do something else? I'm really bored" he pleaded coming towards me.

"Do what?" I stopped at the stair and turned around to look at him.

I had only climbed three steps and we were two steps apart, looking at each other. Well, I was waiting for his answer as he was pondering on what to say.

Suddenly he snapped his fingers grinning wide "Let's watch a movie!"

"Why?" I crossed my arms.

"Well, I haven't watched movies in a while. Taehyung and Jungkook- uh I mean my members and I used to watch movies quite often" he had those puppy eyes on now.

I thought for a moment but turned around "No".

"Oh, Mia look! A cockroach!!" he screeched startling me and... I slipped.

I braced myself for hitting the floor and breaking some of my bones. I was clearly surprised when a pair of arms wrapped around my waist and turned me around. Instead of a pretty hard fall, the impact was comparatively soft.

My head was resting on something which was rapidly rising up and down. Squinting my eyes open I raised my head. I shouldn't have. I was on top of Park Jimin with his arms wrapped tightly around my waist, who was looking up at me. I stared down at him as he slowly reached out, brushed my hair away from my face, and put it behind my ear, without retracing his hand back. My eyes widened! Why didn't I realize?!!

OH MY GODDD!!!

"What the-" I quickly got up and stared at him with disbelief.

Jimin got up without any sort of pain but his face and ears were a bright shade of red. He is blushing!!! That's not the case here, CUT IT OUT.

"J-Jimin..." my eyes were still wide as I pointed at him with a shaking finger.

He looked away from me hiding his face "I-I'm s-sorry..." Oh boy, he was a blushing mess.

"Jimin!" I exclaimed.

He finally looked up "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have startl-"

"Jimin, you just caught me!" I was still shook.

"Y-yeah..." he looked away.

"I mean, Jimin, you can touch me" I exclaimed with wide eyes.

"Y-Yeah...wait what?!" he looked at me with surprise.

I took a step towards him, extending my hand, very cautiously reaching out to touch him. I saw him gulping and shaking a little watching my hand. My hand was only 3 inches away from his arm when I looked up at him; he had tears in his eyes and was still shaking, patiently waiting for my touch. Without thinking twice I grabbed him.

As soon as my hand landed on his arm he sighed loudly, pulled me into him, and hugged me tightly making me flinch at the contact. He was crying so hard that his whole body shook and I could feel his tears falling on my bare neck. For a moment I was frozen in my spot but eventually, I raised both my hands and hugged him back, awkwardly. I rubbed his back, consoling him. I can't help but take in his cologne; it smelt like spring. His fragrance was what we smell during spring, the fragrance of all kinds of flowers mixed together. He had no warmth but his cologne was overly addicting.

After what seemed like forever, he pulled away sniffling and hiccuping a little. He wiped away his tears with the back of his long sleeve. His eyes were red and puffy so was his squishable cheeks.

"You okay?" I asked gathering all the concern cells in my body.

He nodded snuffling and attempted to smile a little.

"I'm sorry. For this..um" he started moving his hands vigorously towards stairs, floor, and us.

I suppressed a chuckle "It's alright".

"I was excited. I hadn't touched someone in days. You might not know, I'm a person who craves physical touches and all." Oh, that I haven't heard about.

"Yeah, yeah." I waved it away "So, let's go make some popcorns"

"Huh?" he looked confused "Why?".

"Aah, to watch a movie." I said with an annoyed face "Didn't you say you wanted to watch one?".

"Really?" he was happy. His tears long gone and that's what I wanted at the moment.

"Yeah. Now c'mon before I change my mind" I then sped walked towards the kitchen.

I heard him giggling from behind and following me.

And a smile crept up my face.

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"Wow, you really cook, huh?" Jimin asked leaning towards my noodles and sizzling sausage pan on the stove.

He was sitting on the counter dangling his legs in midair. I decided to make my dinner along with the popcorn right then so I won't have to go to the kitchen again.

"Why? Can't I cook?" I raised my eyebrows leaning against the counter.

"You don't seem like a 'cooking girl' type" he tilted his head to the side ruffling his hair.

"I only cook for myself. That's all" I said and turned to chop some vegetables.

"It looks delicious. But sadly, I can't eat" he pouted rubbing circles on his tummy.

"Why?" I was adding seasoning.

"Do you think I will have an appetite being a ghost?"

"Mm, you do have a brain, huh?"

"Yah!" he shouted to which I smirked.

"Lucky you, my mom has installed Netflix a few weeks ago." I peaked at Jimin who was eagerly waiting for a Korean film he chose to watch "Or you would have to watch a Malayalam movie".

"Mala what?" he turned to me scrunching his nose.

"Malayalam. That's the language we speak." I said popping a popcorn into my mouth.

"Ew, that is some weird language you are talking".

He was making himself comfortable on the long couch. He was sitting cross-legged, taking off his shoes and the coat. He was wearing a white T-shirt under it which was sticking to his body and showing his well-built body perfectly. We both were at the far ends of the couch and as my hormones are always dead, I was extremely comfortable unlike some girls in some cliche dramas.

"You can say that" I scoffed and turned towards the TV.

Oh my god! I'm yawning for the umpteenth time. What the hell is this movie?! I should have read the description before agreeing with this moron to watch this. This is a freaking love story and so cringey and cheesy that it's oozing out like honey, yack.

I looked at Jimin who was watching with wide eyes and mouth wide open, even a fly can get a free concession in and out. I looked back at the screen with half-closed eyes. Aah, why are they coming so close? Are they gonna kiss? Then do it! No? Then move apart! No? Why the hell is he staring at her lips then? Oh, now you are caressing her hair? Just kiss already! I groaned and looked back at Jimin. He was leaning so close to the TV with eyes and mouth still wide open. Seriously!?

"Jimin" I called.

"Yeah..." he was whispering, not even looking at me.

"I'm gonna take a nap. Call me when...whatever this is, over" I then adjusted myself to lay my head back.

"What?!" now he is looking at me, "You told me we could watch this together"

"Yeah" oh there comes another yawn "I take that back".

I saw him pouting but when he turned to the TV. He screamed, "They kissed!".

I just rolled my eyes and shifted off to sleep.

Someone is caressing my hair. Mm, it's feels so good and comfortable. I squeezed the soft pillow which I was holding and caressed it resulting in a gasp. Pillow? Weren't I sleeping on the couch then where did the pillow come from? Did I go to my bedroom? No, I don't think so. Then what's this? I caressed it again, it's hard, muscular. Now I'm hearing a moan. OH NO!!

I shot up in a sitting position. I looked around and of course, I'm on the couch. Then...? I turned around and saw Jimin with his eyes closed, leaning against the couch, sweating, and breathing hard. Did he get frightened of something? Nah...he's a ghost himself.

"Jimin, you okay?" I asked.

"Y-yeah" he now opened his eyes and smiled at me. His face looked red. Can ghosts get a fever?

"You really okay?" I asked again not satisfied with his answer.

He straightened himself now and nodded giving a thumbs up.

I sighed and turned towards the TV. Aigo, it's finally over! Thank goodness.

"How long have I been sleeping?" I asked trying to tie my loose hair.

"Mm...2 hrs?" he squinted his eyebrows "And why did you sleep amidst the movie?"

"Aish!" my hair won't stay away from my face as I kept trying "That was so cringey. I just hate love stories".

"Really? Why?" he asked with wide eyes.

"Aah!" I screamed in agony pulling my hair "I'm gonna cut off this hair and go bald".

Jimin merely chuckled at my distressed state and reached out to my hair "Come here."

I scooted towards him as he gently started to tie my hair "Your hair is very smooth and beautiful. Don't cut it short." he successfully tied it, turned me around, and brushed a string of hair out of my face. "There!"

I slowly touched how he tied and was satisfied as it was rather strong and comfortable. Hm, so idols can tie hair without the help of hairstylists, huh? Where did he learn to tie hair and all? Well, it came useful...to me.

"That's better," I said and looked at the clock "We have still have time. What about another movie? This time something we can watch?"

"Not even a thank you?" he asked acting hurt. I shot him a look and went towards the remote.

"How about a horror movie?" I asked.

"Noo, you'll just sleep. I have to stay awake, you know" he shouted.

"Aren't you a ghost?" I scoffed "Comedy?"

"That's a good one" he gave me thumbs up.

I clicked on it and sat down comfortably again blinking my eyes rapidly.

"Aah, Mia" Jimin was scooting uncomfortably "It is nice to finally touch, right?".

"Nope," I said crossing my hands "Now I have to stay alert in my sleep".

"Yah! You know I won't do something to you, right?" he had an alarmed expression.

"I don't trust men" I deadpanned "Especially, a Libra man in my bedroom".

"Yah!! I'm not a pervert!" he screamed at me.

"Hm, really? But your members say otherwise". I smirked at his distressed state.

"Damn that Jungkook! I'm gonna kill him when I wake up!"

"Even if you kill him, the fact that you are a pervert won't change, shorty".

His expression was priceless. He looked at me with disbelief and terror, yep he was taken aback. I guess he did not see that coming.

Mission accomplished!

I admit that I've searched a bit more about him in the past few days. You know, just for safety measures. To shut his mouth in arguments and stuffs like this. Insert a wink face.

"Anyway, remind me to search about your characteristics one more time along with the touching ability." I said blankly "Come to think of it, we had never touched. You said you can't touch anyone so we dropped it. That makes sense!"

"Maybe that's why nothing was matching with your search." he regained his posture now.

"I think so too" my eyes gleamed "There's more to the story".

With that, we continued watching the movie. The room occasionally filled with his melodious laughter. Aish, Park Jimin!

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Hey guys!

Blame me for my dry sense of humor. It's genetic, what to do? But I'll try to improve it in the future, don't worry.

*sobbing silently and face-palming*

Anyway, how's the story so far? Do you like the plot and the character Mia? She's honestly something right? I will gradually shape her character, just you wait, my fellow readers! It's gonna be fun, trust me!!

Stay happy and healthy!

-Nix