Sleepless in Seoul ✓

Epilogue

Anxiousness. Anticipation.

They're a strange mix of emotions.

I don't even get this nervous while performing on stage or when we're waiting for the announcement of whether our group won some award and trust me, even though I always try to appear nonchalant, even after all these years, that can be pretty nerve wracking.

 But right now, a thousand tingles of nervousness shoots through my whole body.

Then again, only Im Byeol is capable of making me like this. Even after all these years, this one fact hasn't changed in the slightest.

"Hyung, you're too wound up. Relax. Breathe." Jungkook from the backseat leans over and whispers in my ear.

"How can he? He's going to meet the girl who lodged herself in his heart during high school and still hasn't left. Jimin used to be crazy about her back in high school. He would go so red in the face whenever she was nearby. He didn't even confess his feelings to her." Taehyung chuckles as we walk up the steps to the art gallery together.

He teasingly nudges me just like he would do in the past, whenever we passed by Byeol in the school corridor.

"Is she your first love Mr. Park Jimin? Even after all these years, you're still not over her? Aww, how cute." Jungkook devilishly grins, making me groan and march on ahead to tune out the collective snickers from him and Taehyung.

Trust me, I love them both just like my other fellow members, but they sometimes they annoy the hell out of me.

I nervously push my sunglasses down the bridge of my nose as I step inside the air-conditioned art gallery. A banner in the front shows that Lyra Lee's work is being exhibited.

Fishing my phone out of my pocket, I text her that I have arrived. She must've been waiting, because her response is immediate. She tells me to wait at the entrance and she'll come here herself.

Till then, the two idiots who tagged along with me have caught up with me.

"Hyung, is she the reason why you insist on still using your old phone number? You're the only one among us who hasn't changed it."

"Of course," Taehyung smirks and answers before I can, "Our Jimin is one tough cookie. Even Kim Namjoon has to change his number almost every few months because it keeps getting leaked but Jimin just blocks all the spam messages. All for love."

"Cut it out both of you!" I all but shout at them, even though I want to. However, we can't draw attention to ourselves as we're supposed to be incognito so I make do with a whisper yell,

"For the millionth time, I've kept using it because of the sentimental value!"

"It you say so. We all know it's because of a certain someone." Taehyung and Jungkook share a cheeky look and just when I am about snap back, I hear someone clear their throat behind us.

I turn to face a pair of eyes which transport me back in time, to the halls of Korean Arts High School. Their dark shiny depths are as blinding as ever.

Im Byeol hasn't changed much. At least not physically. Her ebony-colored hair used to be in a swishing ponytail before although now it falls just an inch above her shoulders, and she's wearing a pencil skirt and white top instead of our old school uniform.

"Im Byeol." Her name leaves my lips in a low whisper and I can feel my cheeks turn red.

I guess old habits die hard.

"Park Jimin, nice to see you after so many years."

And there it is, a grin tugging on her perfect pink lips which makes all my senses go haywire.