He was never like this. He's usually always busying himself with his dance or his music; but recently Jimin has been spacing out a lot lately and the only thing that was on his mind was that girl from the other day. And his mind had never been so occupied by a girl before.
It wasn't like she was super cute or anything like that, he huffed at the thought.
Actually drowning in her dimple was a good way to go and she had the cutest glint in her eyes whenever she smiled.
And she wasn't even pretty.
But she did have blonde hair that flowed so nicely over her shoulders with those pretty little curls and those plump little lips.
Park Jimin shook his head, getting rid of all the thoughts about her. She was merely a stranger he had met on the streets and he didn't even know her name.
"She's blind, Jimin! Blind!" He tells himself.
So what if she's blind? It wasn't like it made her any less human.
Not a second later, Jimin finds himself banging his head against the table, wanting to get rid of his conscience who was clearly not helping him out at all.
"Shut up! Shut up!" He starts yelling at the voice in his head, not noticing that someone had just entered the room.
Jimin gets hit in the head with a cushion and he stops hurting himself to look up and sees Min Yoongi, one of his housemates narrowing his eyes at him along with a very unamused look on his face.
As expected, Yoongi had woken up cranky again probably due to staying up so late at his studio. He usually would sleep in the rest of the day but it was obvious now why he was up so early.
"You do that one more time and I'll smash your head into the table for real." He threatens Jimin and proceeds to leave the living room, trodding back lazily to his own room.
Jimin scrunches up his face at the other guy as he leaves the room. Not that he felt threatened at all, but he never dared to say anything against Yoongi. Taehyung would usually advise him to not say anything at all, speaking from his personal experience.
Jimin sighed loudly and and rubbed at his forehead which was still a little bit sore. It was probably a good idea to take a walk since he really had nothing else to do today. So Jimin grabbed his jacket and headed outside.
He didn't really have to think much as his legs took over him and brought him to his most favourite place, other than the dance studio of course. As soon as he enters the building, his pupils dilated as the aroma of coffee fills up his senses. He takes a deep breath and smiles as the beautiful aroma intoxicates his brain like a drug. Slumping into a comfortable chair at his usual spot, Jimin finally finds himself able to relax.
After ordering his drink, he stares out the window and unknowingly his mind drifts off to the thought of the same person again.
"Caramel Macchiato please, and a piece of cherry pie." A particular order was heard from the table across him. Jimin can't help but to look in the direction of the voice, having to blink several times to make sure he wasn't hallucinating voices.
Without thinking, his legs took control of him again and he gets up and walks over to her table. He pulls out the chair and sits across from her and the girl flinches from the sudden sound in front of her. Jimin doesn't say anything at all, instead he just sits and stares at her.
He knits his eyebrows together. All he could ever think about over this past few days was just her. If he said that that wasn't some sort of torture, then it was a blatant lie. They were merely strangers who had met just a few days ago, but why? Why does he keep thinking about her?
