He pressed his body against yours, holding your hands firmly at the sides of your head. He sure had a taste of the mojito as his heavy, minty breath fanned your lips, nose flared, eyes flaming with anger and remorse.
"You here are my wife. You belo...
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Speaking of, you never expected Jimin to come. At least not to put efforts, but his attire says otherwise. The turtleneck settled on his body coated with a bright red cardigan.
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Definitely added efforts. And here, look at you. Looking homeless.
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"You changed your hair." You remarked at him. His hair surprisingly is red. Jimin does change hair colors like we change clothes. "Can't help it, you know." He chuckled lightly. "What movie?" He asked and you don't want to even remember those hard times. It seriously felt as if choosing a movie was harder than jumping off a cliff. "Surprise." But when you guys walked in the other cinema room, the guy sighed as if expecting something else.
"I should've known better." Shrugging his words, you stood up for yourself. "C'mon Jimin. Don't go all dork mode now. I live for Marvel."
Jimin had expected a good romance and fluff genre, but you invited him, so it's your choice. "Yeah, yeah. Now let's go eat something." He rolled his eyes playfully only to earn a slap on his bicep. And he simply giggled with the angelic vioce of his. You bought the tickets and now you have to leave before the movie even starts but it is okay because you have already watched this movie a million times and Jimin is offering food. He seriously is annoying you right now, but you can't help but join him in laughing. Too distracted to notice two figures standing right ahead.
