Since we are both dressed and ready to go, we leave our house hand in hand. Jimin being the gentleman, he opened the door for me and waited for me to sit down and buckled me up. Jimin then jogged over to the driver's side and put on his seat belt. He then started the car and turned on the AC. "Where do you want to go love?" Jimin asked. "To our favorite pastry cafe in the village." I responded. Jimin then took off to go to our destination. Jimin was holding my hand the entire way. Occasionally he would kiss the back of my hand. He was just caressing my hand while I did the same. He then pulled over to just give me a peck on my lips. I groaned saying "Come on. I'm hungry. You can kiss me later. You can kiss me all you want later.". "Remember that you said that not me." was all jimin said before pulling off and driving towards the cafe.
We finally arrived. We walked into the cafe with pastry smells invading our nostrils. The hostess asked us "Where would you like to sit Mr.????....". "Park. Park Jimin." Jimin responded. "Okay, your table is ready. Please follow me." She said. We then followed her to our table. "Your sever will be here shortly." She said before leaving. Our sever finally arrived. She took one look at jimin and immediately blushed. Jimin just plainly ingored her and asked me a question. "What do you want baby?" Jimin questioned. "Ummm....... I would like the Chocolate cream filled danish and a half loaf of Milk Bread with London Coffee and Tea please." I said to the sever. She just blankly stared at me and said "Okay now Mr. Park Jimin, what would you like? You don't even need to look at the menu when I'm the best option." she said with a flirtatious tone. "I would just like a London Coffee, because I'm sharing with my Baby Mama.".
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Hurt | pjm ff
FanfictionDiscontinued ~ "Jiminie! No wait!" I screamed out of my sleep. I started rocking my knees back and forth on my bed. Jungkook busted my door open just to see me sobbing. Jungkook came to comfort me. He started whispering sweet, soothing, soft words...