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"Where you at? I been here for ten minutes," Jimin pushes himself off the wall and places his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. I have to do a double-take once my eyes land on him wearing denim on denim, while a red hanky is secured around his neck, and his hair is silky like Ronnie's finest fabrics.
"Sure you've got the right address? What are you so dressed up for?"
"I was meeting my lady." He winks and walks to the little gray Honda parked on the side.
"So that's why you're here with the car, huh?" I tease, knowing we would've walked to the store otherwise. Jimin only laughs and I open the car door to sit inside. Earlier in the day, we were sent for a trip to the hardware store, needing to buy some white paint and everything else that JK scribbled down for us to get. I took it as the perfect opportunity to finally talk things through with Jimin.
"I have something for you," I say, gaining his attention just as he's in the middle of inspecting some insulation material.
"Yeah, what's that?" He asks and I reach into my pocket to bring out the little strap with a flame on it.
"It's yours isn't it?"
His eyes move towards my hand, and his brows raise in surprise. "No way," Jimin takes it from me, beginning to smile. "Where did you get this?"
"I found it a few months back. I didn't know whose it was at the time, but now that I know, I keep forgetting to give it back."
"I didn't think I'd see it again, to be honest. Thought JK lost it for good. Thanks." He flashes me a wide smile and places the keychain in his pocket.
"JK?" I ask, making sure I heard it right, and getting curious to know more.
"Yeah, he borrowed the keys from me that day." Jimin looks at me before calling over one of the workers to ask about something that we wanted to buy.
Something clicks in my mind then, as I stand on the side, and I bring back the day of Mario's argument with JK. I can clearly remember them saying something about a group of people coming after JK, at which my brother replied that it's too bad they didn't get him.
JK was just trying to get away and shake them off, and I just happened to be there to create a distraction with him. Realization sinks in and I look at Jimin with wide eyes. "It wasn't you."
"What?" Jimin asks and picks up a couple of paint rollers before walking to the cashier. I wait until everything we need is loaded in the car and we're driving back to the studio.
"It wasn't you that night," I repeat and turn in my seat. I tell him everything that happened—from the kiss and to me only now connecting the dots, and Jimin laughs like he's heard the funniest story ever told. Despite it seeming ridiculous to him, I find it extremely reassuring that JK was, in fact, the one kissing me that night, but I still find it in me to laugh along, finding his amusement contagious.
