You had opened your front door with a smile on your face, before it quickly dropped at the sight of your best friend. A fifteen year old Jimin stood there, soaked from the rain, eyes puffy and red, sniffling with a miserable smile on his face.
"Hi.." he whispered. You didn't hesitate to pull him inside from the cold, straight into your arms as he nuzzled his face into your shoulder. "and I broke up.." He said. You somehow seemed to understand. ji eun was Jimin's first girlfriend, and he really liked her. They dated for a couple months so he must have been devastated. You said no words, you just stood there holding him as he let it all out on your shoulder. Your mother had come from the kitchen, a questioning glance on her face. Although he couldn't see it, you shook your head slightly at her so she knew not to ask any questions.
"Would you like to stay the night? Dinner is almost ready." You whispered at him. He let go and looked at you, with a small smile on his face. He nodded as you grinned at him, taking his hand and pulling him towards the dinner table, where you and your mother were cooking dinner together.
The rest of that night, you and your mom did your best to cheer Jimin up, cracking stupid jokes and dancing terribly to the music playing in the background as you finished cooking dinner. You and your mom always accepted Jimin into your family, just as his family accepted you. Ji eun was Jimin's last girlfriend, despite her also being his first. What he didn't tell you about the breakup though, was that she had tried to make him choose in between you and her out of jealousy. He chose you.
"I got it." Jimin said suddenly, breaking the silence that surrounded you both as you watched the sun set from the roof of your house. He was sixteen at the time, meaning you were 15.
Your head snapped towards him faster than the speed of light, and he had to hold his breath in order to not laugh at the astonished look on your face. However that look quickly changed into a large smile as you squealed of excitement. "I told you that you would get the scholarship, Jiminie! I'm so proud of you!" you kissed his cheek, making his cheeks turn a slight shade of pink. You giggled at his adorableness before saying, "It was lucky that you were picked, the pool of applicants was hella large. But you deserve it way more than all of those people."
He smirked at you cheekily, "Who said anything about luck? I already had you." It was your turn to blush this time, smacking him on the shoulder and turning towards the view. He barked out a laugh and put his head on your shoulder in endearment. Slowly, though, his smile fell. "I'm not sure I want to take it though.." He trailed off.
You glanced at him in curiosity, "Why, JIminie?" You were startled and slightly concerned at this sudden confession. To your knowledge, this had always been his dream.
He sighed, "I'm not sure how to explain it, really. I just feel like there is more out there for me. Like if I accepted this then I would be settling for a life in Korea only. Tied down to a career if you will. I feel like I have the potential to be more, to make more, to leave more of an impact. You know what I mean?" He looked at you, looking for reassurance. To him, he thought he sounded insane. His worries were lessened in seconds though, when you smiled gently at him and placed your hand on top of his, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Whatever you decide, Jiminie, I'll still be your good luck charm and support you." You giggled at him, and his smile grew. He threw his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side as he messed up your hair with his other hand.
