"Look mom, we're getting new neighbors." I called out from the living room. She was busy entering some accounting data for dad's business, paperwork covering the kitchen table as she organized.

"Stop being nosy." She replied, making me laugh. I let go of the single strip of the blind I pushed down to see across the yard.

I pulled a banana from the bunch we kept on the counter, angling myself so I could see more comfortably out of the open window in the kitchen. I watched as three men pulled piece after piece of furniture from the truck, finally seeing two other people emerge from the house who I assumed were the residents.

"There's a woman and a teenage boy. I'm not seeing anyone else. I've only counted two beds being unloaded so maybe it's just the two of them." I narrated the scene to her. "Oh there's a little girl too." I commented just as the girl ran out of the front door, carrying a pile of Barbie dolls that she dumped onto the sidewalk.

"Mind your business, Seline." My mom's mouth pressed into a flat line, the glasses that sat at the tip of her nose giving her expression even more annoyance.

I left the window, moving to sit across from her at the table. "Since when are you anti-neighborhood gossip Ma?"

"Teenage boys are surrounding our house." She kept her eyes on her work, almost muttering the words to herself. When she looked up, pushing her glasses to her eyes, she was serious. "I just don't want you getting boy crazy. You already have Hoseok and now you've got your eye on another one. You need to focus on your studies, not having a million boyfriends."

Her comment stung and I knew where it was coming from, my eyes dropping as I contemplated whether to call out her dread over my apparent multiple soulmates that were floating around out there. "Don't worry mom. No guy has ever even liked me as more than a friend so I don't think we have to worry about anything." I said instead.

I stood from the table, turning to walk to my bedroom when she responded, completely ignoring my statement. "Speaking of studies, you should get a head start on the reading list for your English class. I need to run to the restaurant with your dad for a few hours." I helped her gather all of the papers from the table and she kissed my forehead before leaving.

The view from my window told me that Hobi wasn't around, his car not in it's usual space, so I dived into a book, deciding that reading the fanfiction I was currently entranced with sounded more appealing than anything on my school reading list.

When there was a knock at the door I peered back over to Hobi's to see that his car was still gone, my brow pulled together as I opened the front door, rarely getting a visitor other than him.

The boy from across the street stood in my doorway, a shy look on his face that told me it wasn't his idea to come over. "Hi, my family just moved in." He turned to point at their new home. "I was wondering if you have a torque wrench?"

Now that we were up close I noticed his unavoidable full lips and the way he fumbled with his small hands, a curtain of dark hair that practically covered his eyes. "My dad might have one in the garage." I answered, stepping outside and closing the door behind me. We walked to the side of the house together and I pushed the button for the door to slide up, revealing my dad's shed of things I couldn't identify if I was being held at gunpoint.

He stood back, waiting for me to bring the tool to him and I laughed, turning to wave him inside. "You'll have to pick it out yourself. I have no idea what any of this stuff is."

He nodded politely, going over to a section of my dad's tool collection that held wrenches. He found what he was looking for easily, glancing over the metal shelves that lined the garage. "Thanks, I'm Jimin by the way." He held out a hand.

We shook hands lightly and even though his were smaller than what I always imagined, every story I read filled with men who easily palmed basketballs and completely covered the female lead's dainty hands, it felt kind of perfect.

"Seline." I replied. When we held on for a little longer than necessary there was an awkward silence that took over.

"Thanks for the wrench again. I'll bring it back over when I'm finished." He sent a final wave as he crossed the street back to his house.

I'm not sure what led me to do it, but I went straight back to my room, pulling out my current journal to scribble under today's date. Today, I met Jimin.

Something about meeting him felt important, but when Hobi came over after spending the evening having dinner with Gabby and her family, I waited for him to bring up our new neighbors to say anything.

"Did you see the moving van this afternoon?" He asked, both of our backs pressed against the side of my house as we sat on a blanket just below my window, sharing a snack cake.

I finished chewing before answering him. "Yeah, I met the son, Jimin. I think he's around our age."

As if on cue there was a blast of music that came from their house, one of the windows opened upstairs. We peeked around the corner to see better, a dancing silhouette of Jimin visible through the window in the night. He was dancing to the song with a fully choreographed routine.

"He's a dancer." Hobi spoke the obvious, his arms crossed over his chest. I couldn't quite read his tone, and it didn't help that when he looked over at me, my head was tilted, gaze set on the window in awe.

It was odd. There was something that drew me to wanting to know him. It wasn't a romantic feeling, at least not yet. I compared it to a similar feeling I had the first day I met Hobi. We'd both run from our houses to the ice cream truck that drove through our neighborhood in the summer. He made me laugh for the first time when he dumped exactly one hundred and twenty quarters on the counter just for a strawberry cone. We ate our treats on his front porch and even at six-years-old, I felt like I could eat ice cream on the porch with him every day for as long as I lived.

After Hobi and I said goodnight I pulled out the old box from the top of my closet, sifting through the journal and news clippings for something new, even though I had them memorized. My heart raced in panic at the feeling there was some truth in it all and I begged for something, a sign that would help me know.

The one thing I was certain of was that I wanted to be close to Jimin, which meant I was completely terrified of being near him. It was much easier when Hobi and I were kids. We both liked strawberry ice cream and that was enough to make us friends.

When I stepped out of my front door to walk to school the next day, Jimin was in the process of saying goodbye to his mom and sister, watching them drive off before coming down their walkway, both of us starting our route to school on opposite sides of the street.

"Are we going to keep being weird or should we walk together?" He yelled across to me after three minutes. He didn't wait for me to answer, jogging over to my side and digging into his backpack as soon as he was next to me.

"Why didn't you have your mom drop you off at school on her way?" I wondered, noticing that she'd driven in the same direction we were headed.

He pulled out a wrapped treat, tugging back the plastic to reveal a warm danish. "She's a baker, which means I eat a lot of bread." He shrugged, breaking off half of his breakfast and handing it to me. "I figured I could use the walk to school to balance out some of the carbs."

I nodded at his answer while biting into the buttery and gooey treat, unable to silence the sound of satisfaction that slipped past my lips at the sweet taste. Jimin chuckled, already having finished his half.

"Good right?" He smiled at me. "You should come to her opening this weekend. It's called The Sweet Park."

"Maybe I will." I replied as we approached the entrance to the school. "Who do you have for homeroom?" I asked, watching him pull his schedule out of his pocket.

He handed it to me, facing me as I read over his classes. While I scanned the page his thumb reached out, brushing at the corner of my mouth. My eyes flickered up in confusion, Jimin laughing as he explained. "You had fruit sauce on your mouth. No true friend would let you walk around like that."

"Care to introduce me to your friend, Sel?" Hobi's voice was suddenly by my side, one of his arms slinking around my shoulders while he pressed a chaste kiss to Gabby's cheek, watching her walk off with a couple of her friends.

Jimin held his hand out while I led their introduction. "Jimin, from across the street. This is my best friend Hoseok. He lives right next to me." They shook hands in that slightly overdone way that men always insisted on using. "As a matter of fact, you both have the same homeroom. Maybe you could show him the way, Hobe." I pulled Hobi's arm from around my shoulders.

"Sure!" The exaggerated way he responded let me know he didn't really want to. I wasn't sure why, but from the look he gave me before starting to walk with Jimin to their class let me know that we'd talk about it later.