COMPLICATED RELATIONSHIP

"you follow me right?" she accused

Jimin's face was a picture of calmness, but his eyes betrayed a hint of annoyance. Lisa's accusation hung in the air, but he remained silent, his gaze fixed on some point ahead.

Without a word, Jimin grabbed the drink and turned to leave, Lisa hot on his heels. "Wait, wait!" she called out, her feet pounding the pavement as she chased after him.

But Jimin didn't flinch, didn't even acknowledge her presence. His silence was deafening, and Lisa's frustration grew with every step.

Finally, she managed to grab hold of his t-shirt, pulling him to a stop. "Wait," she panted, catching her breath.

Jimin's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched, but still, he said nothing.

"Were you always a snob?" Lisa asked, her voice tinged with hurt and confusion.

But Jimin's silence was unyielding.

"Won't you talk to me?" Lisa pleaded, her eyes welling up with tears.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her face a picture of pitiful regret. "Please, talk to me."

But Jimin's expression remained unyielding. He removed Lisa's hand from his shirt, his touch cold and detached.

And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving Lisa standing alone, her heart heavy with sorrow.

"Please, wait," Lisa muttered, her voice barely audible as she watched Jimin disappear into the distance.

She had never seen him like this before, so cold and unyielding. Her heart ached with a dull pain, and she clutched at her chest, as if trying to physically hold it together.

"Stop," she whispered, her hand balling into a fist as she struck her chest, the pain and frustration boiling over.

Jimin walked into the house, his mom sitting on the couch, engrossed in her favorite movie. She turned to him, raising an eyebrow.

"Yah, where did you go to, all dressed like that?" she asked, her eyes scanning his outfit.

Jimin sat down in a nearby chair, placing a hand on his mom's shoulder. "Mom," he called out, his voice soft.

"What?" she replied, turning back to the movie.

Jimin offloaded the snacks from the bag, and his mom's eyes widened in surprise. "Why did you buy all that?" she asked, her voice tinged with amusement.

"Since when did you start drinking soju and sweets and biscuits?" she continued, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Jimin shrugged, trying to play it cool. "I bought it for you," he said, his voice laced with obvious deception.

His mom chuckled, her eyes seeing right through him. "Yah, stop lying. You know I don't like stuff like this."

Jimin grinned, standing up. "Okay, I'll give it to Sucy then. She likes stuff like this."

His mom's eyes narrowed, her voice firm. "Wait." Jimin turned back to her, his eyes questioning.

"You don't buy stuff for anyone except you like someone. Did you like a girl in school?" she asked, her eyes piercing.

Jimin's face flushed, and he shook his head vigorously. "No, I don't."

But his mom's eyes sparkled with knowing. "Yah, you did. When you liked Yoon Hee, you bought a lot of things for us."

Jimin's face grew hotter, and he interrupted, his voice firm. "Mom, I don't like anyone."

But his mom's eyes saw right through him. "Hmm, Lisa..." she trailed off, a sly smile spreading across her face.

Jimin's eyes widened in surprise. "How did you know her?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

His mom chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Lisa, you had been staring at her photo throughout the night till you fell asleep."

Jimin's face flushed, and he looked away, his mind racing back to the memories of that night. "I did?" he asked himself, his voice barely audible.

His mom's eyes sparkled with knowing. "Lisa, she's really pretty. Finally, you like someone pretty. Hope you're not going to dump her like you did with Yoon Hee."

Jimin's face grew hotter, and he corrected her, his voice firm. "Mom, I don't like her, and I didn't dump Yoon Hee. She dumped me."

His mom smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Good luck with Lisa."

Jimim's face flushed, and he corrected her again, his voice soft. "Her name is not Lisa, it's... uh... I don't know."

His mom's eyes widened in surprise, and she chuckled, her voice teasing. "You don't even know her name, so you were crushing on her. She looks familiar."

Jimim's face grew hotter, and he shook his head, his voice soft. "I don't think so. She doesn't go anywhere."

Sooryeon's face was a picture of shock and disappointment as she stood in the doorway, her eyes fixed on Jimin. "Who is Lisa? Jimin, you like a girl in school?" she questioned, her voice laced with a mix of surprise and accusation.

As she walked into the room, her eyes never left Jimin's face. "I don't like her, and why do you care about me? Won't you focus on Taehyung?" Jimin retorted, his voice defensive.

Sooryeon's eyes widened in outrage. "Jimin, you went through my phone?" she exclaimed, her voice incredulous.

Just then, Sucy burst into the house, wearing a short jeans and a big top that seemed to swallow her whole. Her breasts jiggled noticeably, and it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra. The shirt was obviously not hers, and Sooryeon's eyes narrowed in disapproval.

"Taehyung, you're liking the guy who works in the company with me. You really have a good taste in man," Sucy chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Sooryeon's eyes flashed with annoyance. "Why are you wearing that shirt? That doesn't belong to you."

"were did you go to "mom asked

Suci's intervened, her voice calm. "Mom, I went to a business trip with the CEO."

The room fell silent, and Sucy's mom's eyes narrowed. "CEO? Are you in love with him?"

Sucy's face flushed, and she angrily retorted, "Yah!" before storming off to her room.

Sooryeon turned to Jimin, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Did Sucy really yell out?"

Jimim shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "I think she liked her CEO."

Sooryeon's eyes sparkled with knowing. "And I really think you like Lica."

Jimim's face flushed, and he quickly retreated to his room. Sooryeon followed suit, leaving their mom to ponder the complicated web of relationships within their household.

As the door closed behind Sooryeon, their mom let out a loud sigh. "Then, you really like Taehyung," she said, her voice resigned.

The room fell silent once more, and their mom's voice rose in exasperation. "So, everyone here likes somebody. Taehyung, Lisa, and the CEO." She threw up her hands, her voice echoing through the empty room.