He's Different | p.jm

04

The black haired boy walked alongside me but still kept his distance.

We walked for awhile and didn't communicate but I caught a few glances as he stared at the side of my face.

Until he broke the silence.

"What's you're name?"

I didn't respond right away,instead just turned my head in his direction while walking.

"Jiyeon. Kim Jiyeon."

I threw my head up at the starry sky as I looked at the stars.

"Ahh beautiful name."

I nodded my head at his compliment.

I could sense the uncomfortable conversation but I tried to not let it get to me.

"I'm Jimin. Park Jimin."

I turned my attention towards the boy and away from the stars, he sure likes to talk.

I shot him a weak smile as we locked eyes.

I quickly looked away and focused on the road ahead of me.

We kept walking until we reached the driveway of my house.

I dragged my feet up the driveway as Jimin scurried behind me.

I turned to face him and stopped him from continuing to walk.

"Thanks I guess."

"You're wel.."

"Now go home."

I cut him off and shoved him towards the road.

He stumbled back a little but caught himself.

I lumbered towards my front door and unlocked it.

I looked back too see Jimin waving as he walked off the driveway.

I shooed him away and he chuckled and sprinted off.

I quickly entered my house and locked the door behind me.

I scanned the area to find my father fast asleep on the couch with the tv on.

I hated him sure but I couldn't live in a house if it wasn't for him.

I hesitated if I should give him a blanket until I gave in and threw one around him.

I turned off the tv and lazily climbed up the staircase.

I lumbered towards my bedroom and was about to swing open my door until I heard a sound.

Bam!

I shot my head in the direction of where the sound came from which to my surprise was, my fathers bedroom.

I crept towards the bedroom and slightly pushed open the door.

I peeked inside and anger grew inside me.