"Clever as the devil and twice as pretty."
The long rusted chains hung almost motionless within the tubular, ivy entwined framework. The chains made a quiet squeaking sound as they swung back and forth, managing to sound deafening in the atmosphere. An hour has passed habitually. We are still sitting on the swing there. Boredom was abusing me although I sit there, blank.
In the name of help, Jimin is basically texting with that guy. I could take the phone from him a lot earlier but the desire to not drain my precious energy on such a childish thing locks me up. Occasionally, Jimin asks for my irrelevant opinion for the sake of our friendship. I doubt that. So I'd go with 'I guess'.
"Aish! Does this guy still want to go on a date? Such a leech." He howls in defeat. This time without wasting any time, I finally snatch my phone from him.
"I'm going on a date with him. So it would really help if you shut that pretty mouth of yours." A formalistic grin holds my face as I blurt the words after texting Hoseok.
Author's P.O.V
Jimin gives up being down in the mouth. At the same time, your phone vibrates as your boredom evaporates in the air as if it never existed. You excitedly receive the call following with a jovial squeal busting out of the phone. Jimin already could sense who it is.
"Hey, bish! I'm coming tomorrow. So you better pick me up from the airport." The girl squeaks from the other side of the phone. The amount of exuberance affects her voice even though she wants to make it sound like more of a threat.
"Really?" You squeal with enthusiasm through the phone. The disbelief towards her words makes your eyes bust out of its socket.
"Yeah...I finally got some long ass holidays. Thanks to my hard work, of course." She states. Pride swathed with her attitude.
"Finally!" You chime in excitement. Jimin looks up at you with eyes wide. He could predict the conversation between you two but still, he can't believe.
"This time, I want a huge welcome party. Being wasted on clubs like we did last time was no fun."She spatters nonchalantly.
"What? What fun do you want then, huh?" You protest. The thought of a huge party at your small apartment is making you anxious.
"Chill, girl! That party won't be in your apartment. So relax." She emphasizes, plotting the plans in her mind. "How about Jimin's place? He got a huge palace for what? I'm sure he'd allow that." She continues. But you are too overwrought to listen to her plans. You don't agree with her plans at all.
"I don't know. Clubs are better than some house parties." You try to convince her. As if she cares about your words.
"I know what you wanna say 'Getting along with stranger is better than embarrassing yourself in front of someone you know while being drunk.' Only I know how many times you've said that." She protests.
Stubborn. She even memorized your words. But still, she can't get it. Disgruntlement was expressed by the release of a deep breath from you.
"Okie see you at 11 tomorrow. Bye." She utters. The enthusiasm never leaving from her voice as well as expression. After all, we're gonna meet after so many years.
"Bye," You mutter pessimistically unlike her. She hangs up. The sense of enthusiasm was long gone replacing you with a lugubrious feeling.
Jimin stares at you like a curious child waiting for his bedtime story. Jimin on a swing giving more of a cute vibe unlike the devilish one earlier.
"She's coming. And she wants a huge welcome party at your house." You depict your disagreement with your expression as well as Jimin.
But none of you could do anything to stop the party.
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The Next Morning
Darting your way to the airport, you step out of the car hastily. The loose hair escaping from your messy bun while making its resident in front of your morning face.
Yes, you didn't get any time to put some makeup on. Without caring about this subtle trouble, you scurry over with stumbling steps.
Finding no signs of that woman, you take a minute to catch up with your breath. But seems like nobody loves to see you in peace.
Or your grievous luck is always on your side.
Hanging a hand over your shoulder, she leans into your already tired body. But the strength of pushing her away is not complimenting your current worn out body. But she removes her hand anyway, but only to clasp your entire body in a tight hug.
That's comforting somehow.
"I missed you."She cheeps like a bird in keenness. Clasping her arms around you more tightly, daring you to breathe.
"Me too." You muffled hardly. Regaining her consciousness, she lets you go out of her grip.
Tousled by the wind, her long brown locks look matted and dull around her perfectly sculpted face. Smudges of mascara under her eyes make it more fashionable on her face as well as the fading tints on her lips.
In some other person, it would look kind of vulnerable.
But oddly, it gives her a wild appearance along with her personality. And you admire it.
Unlike her brother Min Yoongi who always looks so calm.
The canary shade of yellow t-shirt with boldly black letters 'YOU SUCK LESS THAN MOST PEOPLE' imprinted on it hugs her body loosely but perfectly.
Without any certain reason, it kind of offends you.
Pairing it with a denim jacket that hangs lowly on her shoulder and black ripped jeans, she shoots her atmosphere an ideal casual look.
"I lowkey want to abuse you for being 30 minutes and 37 seconds late." She states confidently. The seconds which she stated is obviously her guess to sound accurate. She's not the type to value each second.
"But seeing your cute face, I can't control myself to hug you." She says as she scurries over to you like a little kid meeting her mom after a long time.
"Min Yuri! You owe me something for ruining my weekend sleep."Crossing your arms on your chest, you accuse her veraciously.
"Don't be a rude child. Lunch is on me today." Yuri offers, locking you in her arms again.