I was feeling a lump in my throat growing bigger and expanding until it reaches my stomach. I looked at the silver door in front of me.
I am home! I stiffened and my thoughts immediately dispersed with my hand glued on the handle. I cleared my throat harshly but repeatedly. I sweep my light brown hair and finally getting my body exposed to Carl.
I bit down hard on my already pressed lips.
My heart was pounding against my chest in the well-known image of him standing a few steps away from me. I smirked empathetically, bowing like I am used to and he beamed.
"You came back sir!" His raspy voice got heard and I smiled wider than before. "Yeah I am back Carl!" I retorted but before I could even continue my conversation with him, mother called out for me.
I looked at him with bewilderment. He shrugged his shoulder like he didnt know a thing. "Jimin! Are you home?" She repeated like I didnt hear the first time.
"Yes mom! I am home!" My voice echoed in the hall we were standing until I felt the urge need to yawn. "What happened?"I whispered to my friend and he raised his eyebrow in unawareness.
"They seem a little edgy today sir! Where were you all day?" He implied a question having me perplexed whether I should voice myself or stay quit like I am used to.
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I looked at him stressed and quite agitated. I was hoping for this staring contest to stop cause it had me agaped, staring like a fool. "Out with Namjoon!"he didn't seem to buy it.
He had that *know it all* look that still haunts me everytime. I stiffened looking down, actually gulping a little. "Sir you know you can talk to me!" He was concised and I nodded. "Jimin!" Mother continued yelling my name.
"Carl, see you later!" I briefly answer leaving him abandoned in the hall. That was rude I thought to myself. I didn't have a second choice though cause ignoring my mother means death.
I swooped my feet into the dining room, observing both of my parents eating their dinner as usual. My father completely unbothered to even spare a single glance to his son and mom quite frustrated.
"Hi!" I gulped, finding my usual seat to rest a little. That seat was always so comfortable to be honest although it had the exact same leather and shape.
"Where were you?" Her voice was shaky and breathless - sending chills down my spine in unpleasantness. "With Namjoon! We were at this science club assignment for our grades."
I lied like it was my profession. My thoughts blend along with my mind blurring the full image. I dont even have a plan after all this misery.
"You need to study even more! I dont think that being all the time with him, will be productive!" Dad hissed with a raspy deep growl at me.
