Yoo Ri's P.O.V

"That was sumptuous. Thank you for the food once again!" Jimin respectfully bowed at the chefs as we both finished our food.

We both sat at the dining table, still looking at each other awkwardly. We haven't spoke ever since just now.

"Yoo Ri?" Jimin called out, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Y-Yeah?" I asked in a soft tone.

"Do you trust me?" He asked me, leaning closer.

I stayed silent, not daring to speak. I trust him, right?

"Do you?" He repeated.

"I do." I said.

"Then what do you say?" Jimin asked me and I was confused. What did he mean by that?

"Say what?" I asked cluelessly.

"Be my girlfriend. I mean, it's not like you have a choice. We're already living under the same roof..." Jimin sheepishly said. Girlfriend? I'm not sure about that. I've only seen them on dramas. But, I think I have a clear idea on it.

"G-Girlfriend?" I asked.

"Yes. Girlfriend. And I'll be your boyfriend." He said. I only gulped my saliva nervously, not meeting his eyes.

"I'm not really understanding the situation." I lied, trying to escape the current awkwardness.

"You do understand. I know what you don't understand, and what you do understand. Don't lie to me." Jimin said. He has lived with me for one month, and he knows everything about me.

"Be my girlfriend." Jimin repeated.

There's not much of a choice, is there?

"If I say no..?" I muttered.

"Then I'll have to convince you." Jimin smirked at me, and I gulped.

He held my hands, pulling them up to his face as he played with my fingers.

He seemed confident, and hopeful.

Gosh, meeting him in real life is the biggest mistake of my life.

"So? Yes or no? You decide your fate." He chuckled, leaning into me.

I sighed, and shook my head. His eyes, changed shades.

"I don't want us to be anything further than... friends." I calmly said, but the smile on Jimin's face turned into a plain frown. His eyes slowly looked away, and I knew he was hurt.

Did I hurt him? I'm not sure, did I?!?

All I said was I don't want us to be more than friends, right? What's wrong with that?

He seemed as if he was about to break into tears suddenly. Even his hands were shaking nervously.

He slowly let go of me, then cleared his throat.

"Jimin?" I asked, trying to look at his face but he looked away.

"Are you fine?" I asked him, and I saw his Adam's apple move.

"Y-Yeah." He shakily said, and for some reason, the way he spoke shook my heart. Was this... guilt that I'm feeling?

It's not a good feeling in my heart. It's a really bad feeling.

"I'm going somewhere." He sighed, hiding his face from me as he stood up.

Next thing I knew, I heard him sniffling as he quickly walked up the stairs.

I hit my forehead on the table several times, calling myself stupid for hurting him.

I should've known better than to hurt him. He has a weak heart...

When I looked up, he was already at the 2nd floor, going to 3rd.

He must be going to the roof top. Should I let him stay alone? Or should I follow him and maybe talk to him?

But what do I say?!?

Okay, maybe I should talk to him.

I looked up, and he was already at the 4th floor.

(SKIP)

I opened the door to the rooftop, slowly. I peeked a look at Jimin, and heard him sobbing in his hands.

He has a weak heart...

I gradually took a few steps nearer to him, and he hasn't noticed me yet.

So, I decided to take a seat next to him on the bench.

I waited for awhile, until his sobs quietened down.

"Hey Jimin..." I muttered softly, but he heard me.

He lifted his head instantly, but turned back in embarrassment when he saw me.

"Look at me, and stop crying." I told him.

"Jimin, you're stronger than this." I told him.

I remember when I cried one week ago, and Jimin comforted me with the same exact words.

"Jimin. Look at me." I sternly told him.

He sighed, then slowly raised his head to look at me.

It only revealed a red face.

"Tell me why you're crying." I asked him, wiping away his tears with my thumb.

"Y-Y-Y-You... Y-Y-You r-rejected me." Jimin stuttered, trying to breathe properly. I frowned, knowing that this was my fault.

"Hey, just because I rejected you... doesn't mean..." I huffed, not sure if I should continue my sentence.

"D-Doesn't mean... I don't love you." I gulped after saying that. It took me guts to say it.

I'm certain, this is the meaning of love.

His eyes glistened, then he finally had more confidence. He looked at me more, but I swear, his tears were still falling.

"S-So... you do have feelings for me?" Jimin's stuttering wasn't as bad anymore.

"I do. I very much do. I'm just... confused. I don't understand anything. I've never been to your world. I don't want to burden you or anything." I silently said.

Without hesitation, he pulled me into a tight embrace, making me taken a back.

"Just... accept me. I hate rejection... you know I do..." he whispered into my ear, and I was wide eyed. Though, I patted his back, awkwardly trying to comfort him.

I didn't have the exact words to reply.

"Yoo Ri, please." He shakily said.

"There's no p-point in this." I said, but he tightened the embrace.

"There is. There is, Yoo Ri-ah." Jimin muttered into my ear.

Feeling more than just confused, I pushed Jimin away from me slowly. As we pulled apart, I saw his eyes, looking worse than before.

I has several feelings messed up together.

A feeling I'm not sure of. It wasn't confusion...

"I-I'm sorry." I quickly muttered under my breath, avoiding eye contact as I quickly stood up.

I don't understand.

I turned around and quickly ran out the door.

"Y-Yoo Ri-ah!" I heard Jimin's voice, but it only added more to my messed up feelings which I'm not sure of.

I quickly ran down the steps, feeling something painful in me.

Eventually, I made it to my room.

No, i'm not going to face him this time. He won't be able to face me either.

I locked the door, avoiding Jimin, once again.

What exactly was happening to me?

I sighed, lying down on my bed, holding my little angel tight. I'm feeling stressed.

(SKIP)

I fell asleep unknowingly, and I finally woke up. I sat up quickly, then looked at the clock on the wall in front of me.

I slept for 4 hours... ugh

I ruffled my hair, and huffed out once again.

"I can't just ignore Jimin for the rest of my life." I muttered under my breath. I reluctantly got out of bed and walked towards the mirror, checking if I look fine. 

No. My hair is a disaster.

I took a comb and quickly brushed my hair, and when I was done, I looked at myself again, with a frown.

"Should I really talk to him?" I asked myself.

I should.

I braced myself as I walked to my door.

But something was different.

I looked at the ground at the door, and saw a note.

I crouched down slowly and took the note into my fingers, and started reading it.

'I'm sorry, Yoo Ri-ah.
Don't ignore me.'

Was this guilt that I was feeling? Because it hurts.

I instinctively opened the door, and knew what I was supposed to do.

I walked out of my room, then knocked onto Jimin's door. I patiently waited for him as I pursed my lips.

I heard footsteps nearing, but they were hesitant steps.

"It's me, Jimin." I said.

The door opened instantly. It revealed Jimin, standing right in front of me with his still swollen eyes.

"I'm sorry, I uh... slept." I sheepishly said and he only replied with a smile.

"It's fine..." he said, then stepped aside to allow me in.

"So, what have you been doing for the past few hours?" I asked, awkwardly and struggling to start a conversation.

"Ah... nothing much." He replied, looking away. I nodded, not wanting to question anymore.

"How about we play badminton?" I suggested, and he looked at me, kind of shocked that I bothered to ask him.

"Y-Yeah sure." He stuttered nervously.

"But go wash your face first. I'll meet you outside my room in 10 minutes?" I asked and he nodded.

His face was turning red, very red.

So I left him, not wanting anymore awkwardness between us.

It was never this awkward before, besides the first day we met.

Jimin's P.O.V

I thought I could slip away without getting caught that i've been crying for ages, but my swollen eyes gave it away.

After closing the door behind Yoo Ri, I huffed loudly.

This was embarrassing. But I don't want to continue having this weird distance between me and her.

I just... hate rejection.

I thought she'll accept me, but I guess I had my hopes too high.

In this month... she really gave me the happiness that no one ever gave to me.

But today, she gave me super bad pain, that no one has ever given to me. Even Hee Yeon didn't hurt me this bad. Maybe because, I never liked someone this much before.

Maybe I should try talking to her again while we play badminton, right?

I sighed, shaking my head as I went to the bathroom.

(SKIP)

Yoo Ri's P.O.V

I opened the door, and saw Jimin already waiting for me. His eyes weren't as bad anymore.

"Shall we go now?" Jimin asked me with a smile, and I nodded.

We both awkwardly stood next to each other as we walked down the stairs, not saying a word.

It was never this awkward.

"Are you good at badminton?" He awkwardly asked me, and I bet he was just as uncomfortable as me.

"Can't say I'm good at it, but I'm not bad." I said, and he nodded.

"What about you?" I asked him.

"Depends on my mood." He said.

"What's your current mood then?" I asked him, but instantly regretted it. He's obviously upset, isn't he?

"I'm feeling, anger." He said, not looking at me.

"Ah..." I muttered softly, not daring to look at him too.

"Is it because of me?" I asked him with courage. I just wanted to know if I'm still bothering his mood.

"You're right, it's you." He chuckled, putting his hands in his pocket.

"Oh." I said.

Eventually, we both made it to the indoor sports area at the first floor of my house, without talking.

Until now.

"Want to make a deal?" Jimin asked me, and I confusedly raised an eyebrow.

"If I win a round of badminton with you, you'll be my girlfriend." He said, his expression not changing. I sighed, not knowing what to do.

It's not that I don't want to be with him, I just don't want to burden him.

"If I you lose?" I asked.

"That's not happening." He bellowed, and I looked away.

I grabbed a racket and a shuttle from a shelf, then looked at Jimin, who was trying to pick out a good racket.

"All the rackets are the same." I told him, but he shool his head, still not looking at me.

"Different rackets have different weights." He said, "and that affects the results."

He was serious about this.