Tomorrow is going to be Thanksgiving and my mom asked for my help in the kitchen for lunch. She's starting to make a dish that I do not know. I'm actually dumbfounded that she asked for my help even though I only know how to cook sausages.

Oh and egg rolls.

"Sweetie, do you know where will Jimin be at Thanksgiving tomorrow?" Mom asked me while she's mixing something inside the bowl.

"Oh, I don't know," I say as my shoulders went down. I forgot to ask Jimin yesterday about that.

The last part of our date is not that enjoyable. Witnessing someone who is degrading and mistreating an old lady was not fun to watch. I'm really glad that Jimin helped the poor lady, though I thought he was just going to watch it and let the saleslady continue being rude towards the old lady. 

"Why don't you go and ask him?" She tells me as she gestures that I should get the chopping board on my side and I hand it to her.

"Sure." I squeaked and I headed out of the kitchen to go upstairs to my room to get my phone.

But when my eyes traveled across my window, I decided to just come over at Jimin's house without any warnings. He can call it a surprise visit if he wants to.

I hurriedly went downstairs and aimed at the front door of our house. When I opened the door, I bumped onto dad who just came home from work and my overwrought actions got him bamboozled.

"Where are you going?" He questions me.

"Next doors," I said in a giddy manner, and without hearing his next words to me, I went straight ahead to Jimin's house.

I ring the doorbell, and when a minute already passed and no one answering, I pressed the doorbell continuously. It worked and Jimin who is halfway on wearing a shirt opened the door with a glowering look.

My eyes then traveled down to his muscles and tattoos, but he covers the rest of his top and tough body part with the black shirt on his shoulders once he noticed that I'm staring down to him a little too long. "Elise, what brings you here?" He asks. He sounds like he's in a bad mood.

"Are you busy? I can just go back." I said in an uneasy tone.

"What is it?" He rests his arms on the side of his doorway and I flinched when he did. It's like he's trying to come at me, but I'm just overthinking things.

Why am I like this whenever I'm in front of him?

"Mom was asking if you would like to spend Thanksgiving with us tomorrow." I started and twisted some of the words that mom said. "That is if you haven't yet made plans for tomorrow," I added.

"Sure." I waited for him to say something else, but when I realized that he's not going to say more I speak up.

"Sure what?" I know what he means, but I just want to stay longer.

"I'll be at your house tomorrow evening." He clarifies and my lips widen as it forms a cheeky smile.

"Okay, see you then. I'll get going." I waved at him and he only nods, his lips are still forming a straight line towards me and it's bothering.

When I was walking back home and I heard Jimin's door close at my back I finally dropped the fake smile and euphoric act. I looked back once again at Jimin's house with a huge frown before marching my way back home.

What's wrong with him?

Once I reached the living room, I grumpily sat on the couch and my eyes darted to the television that plays an episode of Tom and Jerry. I groaned before looking at my side and I saw the remote control.

Without Sean noticing that I'm holding the remote, I switched back the settings and turn the channel on Fox. But when Tom and Jerry disappeared from the screen, he looked at his back and glared at me.

Seconds later we are fighting over the remote control and that's where dad butted in. "Selestina, give that to your brother." My dad says.

Favoritism sucks.

"Yeah! I was here first!" Sean crossed both of his arms in front of his chest and both of the male species in front of me are giving me glares.

I sigh in defeat before tossing the remote back on the couch and I marched my way up in my room.

I plopped on my bed and groaned.

Why is Jimin acting weird lately around me? Yesterday, it was great though I expected him to be more enthusiastic than I was and he wasn't even acting all thrilled at all yesterday.

And now, his actions towards me are beyond cold, it feels like winter is starting to develop around Jimin.

I thought everything is going to be okay once I told him that Ryan and I broke up, but nothing's working out for the both of us.

I feel like regretting it. I shouldn't have told him that if he is going to be this way. If Jimin is just going to slowly throw me away by being apathetic.

I sit down on my head and brush my tangled hair using my fingers. I'm being childish again, and it's all thanks to Jimin Park.

I look at my phone before I hastily grab it and type a message to Jimin.

Do you want a part two of yesterday? ;)

Oh god no, delete. It sounds a little inappropriate, plus the wink emoji made it look like we are gonna be doing something impure.

So how was yesterday for you?

After thinking if I should send him this text message, I eventually pressed the send button and I tossed my phone on my bed as I turn it off.

I bury my face on my pillow as I patiently wait for his reply. But I'm already running out of breath and Jimin hasn't replied yet to my message.

I took my phone once again in hopes that I just didn't hear it sound. But to my dismay, there is literally no notification, except for a Youtube recommendation video.

Out of boredom, I slide my hand under my pillow and search for my diary. I took a pen from my pen holder on my study table the I write on my bed.

I've been writing in my diary this whole semester and most of my entries are all about Jimin. Since the day he refunded the tickets I bought for Ryan and I's movie date, he was always present in my diary, until he became the main subject of my writings.

Dear Diary,

Today, Jimin was being weird. I mean yesterday, he was nice. But now he's being a jerk. An unfunny jerk. I don't like that side of him, in fact, I solemnly hate it. It's making me crazy. I'll make him pay for this madness he is causing me.

  Elise.

After lunch, mom and dad went shopping for groceries for tomorrow. They arrived around dinner time and they bought a lot of food. It's good that they also bought snacks.

My eyes then traveled to a box full of wine bottles. "Where did these came from?" I ask my mom. I am busy helping her to put the groceries inside the kitchen cabinets and drawers.

"Oh, we got it from your Aunt Karen." She informs and tells me, I nodded at her.

I decided to stay in the living room and watch the television instead of staying alone in my room until I become crazy. I joined the others while they are busy laughing on a gag show on the television.

Mom is holding a glass of wine on her hands. "Can I try?" I ask her and she hands the glass to me.

It tastes like usual wine but it's flavorful.

When all of them went up to their rooms saying that they are already sleepy and I was left alone. Once the show finishes, I switched the channel and Hunger Games: Catching Fire is playing.

It's one of my favorite science fiction movies that's why I went to the kitchen and made myself some popcorn. While waiting for the microwave oven to cook my popcorn, my eyes stumbled upon the empty box where the bottles of wine came from.

I opened the fridge and it was filled with wine, I took the bottle that is already opened, probably the bottle that mom tried. I grab a glass and once my popcorn was done, I bring it all inside the living room.

I know that caramel popcorn and wine is a bad combination. But what's important is that I get to eat something.

Later on, as I was pouring wine on my glass, but nothing is going down. I've finished the whole bottle and the movie is not yet finished.

My vision is starting to get blurry and I'm starting to feel dizzy.

Using the strength left in me, I turned the television off and placed the glass and the empty bottle of wine in the kitchen.

I walked wobbly as I climbed upstairs, I lay on my bed and I noticed that the flashlight of my phone is blinking, indicating that there's a text message.

I groaned as I grab it. It's a message from Jimin, he sent it four hours ago.

Wow, I can't believe I did not use my phone for four hours today.

I opened the message and it says.

Yeah.

I shouldn't have opened his message or even my phone. He infuriates me even more because of it.

I carefully remove the contacts in my eyes and place them on my container on my bedside table.

I sit down and looked at my window, his house is really bright tonight.

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"Elise, what are you doing here?" Jimin finally opens his door after I knocked three times. His eyes then traveled down on my knees.

Bleeding knees.

I instantly went to his house just like a moth being drawn to how bright his house was to my eyes.

"What happened to you?" He escorted me inside his house and he puts me down on the sofa. Later on, he disappears and eventually came back with a medicinal kit on his hands.

"What did you do?" He asks and I closed my eyes.

"I climbed down on my balcony, jush like what you do." I giggled but then my laughter was cut off when he placed an antiseptic on my wound.

"Ow. That hurts." I complained. "Funny how I get into a lot of accidents after I met you." I started, my eyes still closed, I might vomit if I open them.

"First was Jungkook, he almost hit me with his car. Now he is my sister's boyfriend." I laughed, not sure what's funny though.

"No, first was when I drowned," I say again. "It was dreadful," I commented. That day in that hideous resort was not one of the best memories that still linger inside my head.

"It's all because of that guy named Jimin. It was all his fault." I started. "I've never been so confused in my entire life. I was sure about everything. Not until he barged into my life. I had to lie to my boyfriend even more and be guilty about it. I'm a sinner, I'm no saint, but I badly wanted to treat other people kindly and fairly. But after Jimin, I loved being a sinner. He makes me happy, more than Ryan could ever make me." I sobbed, tears starting to form at the brim of my eyes.

"But sometimes I hate him. He makes me mad and crazy, especially when he's being a jerk, and I don't like those feelings." I groaned.

"I even lied to him that Ryan and I broke up." I sighed.

"But that didn't work, he's still a jerk." I ranted. "That unfunny jerk." I scoffed.

Later on, I can feel that sleep is slowly taking over me and the last thing I remembered is that something soft landed on my forehead before I arrived in dreamland.