Polaroid // PJM

XIX

Jimin walked to Eun, ice-creams in hand as he strolled towards her. He kept one eye on the ice-cream and another on the road mumbling curse words every time a ball came rolling his way. Kids ran around screaming and muttering sorry's here and there. 

A ball almost tripped him, passing between his legs. A kid no older than 10 grumbled, "sorry sir!" earning himself and his friends a death glare from the blond man.

Jimin held his tongue from screaming profanities at them, his heart fastening and steps faltering with every drop of ice-cream melting. His eyes glittered every time he saw Eun and her smiley face when looking at the same wicked children. He just could't get what she loved so much about those snobby rug rats.

Eun looked up to him seeing him come closer, she grinned to which he couldn't help but find his feet striding her way, helplessly failing to notice the ball flying his way.

All Jimin could process at the moment was Eun, who was a few centimeters from his reach, gasping as she began to stand, a loud "Oh Shit!" from a shaking bush and a line of sorry's again before feeling a ball striking his lap, knocking him off his feet.

It all happened in slow motion right in front of his own eyes as he began falling forwards, the kids running screaming, his eyes tearing up at the slamming pain and most of all, the ice-creams that somehow managed to fly from his hands only to land atop Eun's head.

Seeing Eun drenched in the colourful flavors, he held his lower abdomen to seize the pain and couldn't help but let his tongue roll out the words he tried hard to suppress.

"AAAAA!!! YOU LITTLE PIECES OF ****!!" 

He screamed a line of obscene words, swearing at those kids at the top of his lungs, the words never seemed to end as he filled every sentence with the four letter word, everyone watched him, mouth agape, and shocked faces.

It didn't take them long before the couple was kicked out of the park due to vulgarity and use of inappropriate language in the presence of families and minors.

Completely bummed out at the situation, Jimin looked at Eun once they were out, her beautiful dress now stained in colours of green, brown and pink and her hair now sticky with the liquid that she tried to rub off but failed, he looked at the ground beneath him, ashamed.

"I'm sorry," Jimin continued, "it didn't go as expected."

"I swear I planned better but just," he felt the urge to explain how horrible it went, owing her a thousand apology was the least he could do to make it up, "I'm sorry I always fail at everything."

Tears prickled his eyes at her now ruined form and admitting he was not enough was the toughest part, he had to admit maybe he just was not enough and he would not be surprised if she never talked to him again.

"My dress is ruined," she remarked holding her now spattered dress.

Jimin sighed, "I know and I'm so so sorry-"