Head over heels. Those three little words can't seem to get off of my mind. I know what it meant, but I still didn't trust myself; I had to search it on the internet only to prove that I'm right all along. But still, I don't believe it. Jimin was sick, that's why he said that.

His fever lasted for two days, and unlike the first day, I got to take care of him until he recovered.

Tonight, his mom invited us to their house to have a family dinner, and I wondered how I got invited too. Slipping on my baby pink slim and sheer sleeveless dress that goes just above my knees, I paired it with white flat gladiator boots. As I walk freely downstairs, the hoops on my ears dangle. I waited patiently for Jimin in the living room while I try to take photos of myself.

When I began hearing footsteps in my direction, I slid my phone back into my purse and stood up properly to greet him. If this is a movie, this would probably be the part where it all slows down and glimmers in beauty.

Jimin is a sight to behold with his cream-colored flannel on top of a plain black turtle neck shirt. As usual, his manly calf muscles are covered with skinny ripped jeans. The sound of his leather brogue boots tapping the floor wakes me back to reality. "Let's go," He said to me with a genuine smile plastered on his porcelain face.

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"Elise! I'm glad you could make it!" Ina was the one who opened the door for us. She immediately pulled me into a tight hug, which I gladly returned. Afterward, she did the same thing to her son. This house, I mean mansion, is very different from where I currently live. Perhaps, this is where Jimin's dad usually stays, which explained why it was built luxuriously. "By the way, you look really pretty," Ina muttered and I involuntarily blushed. 

Ina assisted us in the dining room, where foods of flavors incredibly vary. Is this how they usually prepare dinner? "Have a seat. We're still waiting for two more people." Jimin's mother informed.

Jimin and I both took our seats next to each other. I can't help but notice Jimin's sour face the moment he entered this house. He was genuinely smiling at me before we left, and now he's like this. At first, I have no idea why he is suddenly acting so odd; then my eyes landed on Jimmy.

Now I know why.

I forgot the fact that his father is here. As far as I remember, they're on good terms, but that doesn't mean Jimin is happy with him. "So, you're here too?" The older man pertained to me. "What's your name again? Elsa?"

"No, sir. It's Elise." I tried to smile, but I ended up scowling instead when the man's attention shifted from mine to a young maid roaming around and serving food on the table.

"Old habits never die," It was Jimin. He probably noticed it too.

"I know, right?" His voice was mocking his own son. Jimin was about to stand up when I placed my hand on his.

"Hey, hey, calm down. Your mom prepared this dinner with so much effort, just at least for her, keep it cool." I mumbled under my breath. Jimin is still staring at his dad immensely before he rolled his eyes and looking down on the table instead.

I'm not too fond of the tension between a father and a son. Ina finally came into the kitchen with two more people around their age. The two of us both stood up to greet the other guests. "Kids, these are Lucinda and Finn Davis. They are our closest friends in college and until now." I was expecting a handshake, but the woman hugged Jimin and me.

"It's so nice to meet you! Jimin? Oh my, you're a man now!" Lucinda chirped. "And this lovely lady is?" Her attention diverted to me.

"I'm-"

"She's Elise, my son's assistant." Jimmy was the one who answered for me.

"And girlfriend," Ina added. I almost choked on my own saliva. My mouth is ready to deny Ina's words, but I was too late. She gesticulated for me to go with the flow. I looked at her son, and he was oddly looking away.

"You two look good together." Finn complimented, and I gave him a polite smile. Jimin did the same, and I was wondering why he's not doing something about it.

The rest of the evening went pretty normal, aside from the fact that Jimmy continues to keep an eye on that maid during dinner. The Davis' are angels. At first, I thought they were a salty couple, but they proved me wrong. They're goofy and nice people. Despite talking about a serious matter which sounds like a case, they were still all smiles and positive about it.

One by one, we bid our goodbyes to each other, and Jimin actually persuaded his mom to come with us, but Ina firmly stated that she would be staying with his dad. It made the man right next to me furious, so instead of heading straight to the garage, I followed him, and he went to the room where all the maids were staying and called the attention of the young maid from earlier.

"You! What's your name?" Jimin clenches his jaws. "Name!"

"Hillar-y, sir." The poor woman shivered. The rest of the maids were all silent and focused on what's happening.

"Hillary, you're fired. I want you to leave. Now!"

"But, si-r. I, I, did nothing wron-g." I can see that the woman's eyes are pooling with tears.

"I said what I said, now leave!" I grabbed Jimin's wrist and looked at him with worry.

"Jimin, she did nothing." I tried to help, but he never paid attention to me. In fact, he swatted my hands away from his skin.

"If I still see you here tomorrow, I'll make sure you'll never get a job anywhere." With that, Jimin turned his heels and walked out of the room.

"I'm really sorry," I apologized to the woman who is now in tears and in worry about finding a new job. I quickly run to the garage and hop inside Jimin's car.

He's in a rage; he needs to calm down. "Jimin-"

"Shut up. I don't need your opinion." His words hit me like a truck. He immediately pressed the gas and zoomed out of his parents' house. I stayed completely silent during the ride, but my mouth never stays closed for a long period of time.

The moment we got back home, I talked to him. "You should change your mind. She did absolutely nothing."

He huffed before poking the inner sides of his cheeks with his tongue. Scratching the back of his neck, he smiled at me with sarcasm in it. "You don't get it, do you?"

"You're paranoid. Hillary doesn't look like a woman who's gonna go for your dad."

"That's the same thought I had when I met you two years ago. You don't look like a girl who would do something that low. First impressions are utterly different from who people really are."

"This isn't about me. It's about that woman who you just deprived of having a decent job!"

"I did that because I don't want my mom sleeping alone in her room again, knowing that his unfaithful husband is fucking another woman next doors!" His face is red, and his hands are placed on both sides of his waist. "And paranoid? In different circumstances, I kind of know how that feels. How about you?"

I spent seconds thinking for an answer but nothing instead of "I don't," is all I managed to say. My head hangs low, and I close my eyes tightly.

"Figures," He scoffed. "I was just protecting my mom. I hope you can at least understand that."