After the therapy session concluded and Lina purchased her usual bar of candy from the vending machine outside the room, she found the familiar figure belonging to Park Jimin standing outside with a cigarette in his mouth which was releasing a string of incoherent curses.

Lina was confused. "What's wrong?"

Jimin jumped at the sound of her soft voice and immediately turned around, his hand pressed to his chest and a somewhat amused yet shocked expression on his face.

"Lina," he breathed. "You scared me,"

"What's wrong?" She repeated as he shoved his white, cracked phone into his back pocket.

"My dad's car broke down. I have no money and I live practically on the other side of town." He complained.

Lina was shocked; he had barely uttered more than one word to her in the entire month they had known each other for. He didn't even seem to be as empty and sad as usual -- he looked happy.

"I-I can give you a lift home, um, if you want? My mom is only around the corner."

"Are you sure?" Jimin queried, shocked yet relieved and grateful.

Lina nodded adamantly. "Sure, just ignore my mom, though, she'll probably try to embarrass me."

Jimin chuckled - yes, chuckled - and followed Lina to the tiny carpark at the back of the building. She pointed towards the silver mustang at the back of the many empty rows and they walked towards it together.

Lina knocked gently onto the window and her mom snapped her head towards her daughter before rolling the window down.

"Yes, Angelina?"

"Is it okay if you drop Jimin off home? He's my friend."

Friend. Jimin couldn't restrain his smile as he stood behind the short girl and stared at the back of her. He admired her short hair which he loved the unique colour of and, in particular, her fashion sense. He loved the ripped denim jacket which hung loosely on her shoulders and her burgundy boots, similar to his own. 

"I have to be at a business meeting in like, 20 minutes," her mom sighed. "But he's welcome to come back to our home instead."

Lina blushed but turned around, nevertheless, and looked at the shy boy questioningly. "Is that alright with you?"

Jimin couldn't see why not so he nodded. "Of course,"

Jimin sat in the backseat whilst Lina stayed in the passenger seat, but that didn't stop her mom from quizzing the poor boy.

"So, Jimin, how old are you?"

"I'm 18, miss."

"Please, just call me Lisa. Where are you from?"

"Mom," Lina groaned and turned to face her. "Please stop with the questions."

She laughed and continued to drive, Jimin silent in the backseat. When the car arrived at their home, Lisa wished her goodbyes to the two teenagers and began driving to a location Lina didn't know of.

At first it was awkward, especially when Lina had to awkwardly ask Jimin if he'd like to go to her room. But after finding a common interest in her large collection of old vintage games, the tension gradually dilated until there was nothing but comfort between the pair.

"You still have your DS?" Jimin asked, picking up the technology and staring at it as if it were a great treasure.

"Of course," Lina laughed quietly.

"You know, Jimin started, staring into her eyes intently. "You have a really nice laugh."

Lina blushed furiously. She had never been talented at receiving compliments.

"Thank you, I guess."

"You don't seem sad anymore." 

Jimin was right; Lina hadn't felt sad in a while. She tried to focus more in school and caught up in the subjects she was failing, gathered the courage to talk to new people in her class, and most importantly, she had Park Jimin to think of when she felt sad. 

"You're right," Lina nodded. "What about you? Are you happy?"

"Right now," Jimin sighed. "Yes, I'm happy."