Saved *Park Jimin Fanfic*

Two

*I went back and changed the main characters name to Mia.  Please tell me if i put "Mila" in the story anymore. Thank you.*

I get up knowing Geography class will start soon. I go another 5 classes staring at the walls blocking out the feelings of the paper being thrown at me. I haven't seen Jimin since this morning, sighing when 6th hour was over thinking that I just wanted to see him again. I felt so comfortable when he sat next to me and talked to me. His smile couldn't get out of my head it was so amazing. I was still sitting in my desk waiting for the group of people in front of the door to leave the classroom and go to their next. I feel a small tap on my shoulder and I ignore it thinking it was Daehyung. Another tap. "Go away you pabo!"

I look up finding Jimin smiling. "I-I'm so sorry I thought you were someone else." 

"It's okay. Here lets start over, Hi"

"Hi." I say quietly.

"I haven't seen you in the hallways much. Every time I did see you, you were rushing to the next class. Can we talk?" He says and sits in the desk next to me.

"About what?"

"Did you open the paper I gave you this morning?"

"No, I was going to open it when I got home." I say ducking my head. Was I supposed to open it when he gave it to me?

"Look up, I want to tell you what the note said in person." I smile and look up. He starts to lean in and I feel the blush come across my face. He kisses me softly and it lasted for at least a minute and I break the kiss. He looks me in the eyes and smiles. "The note actually has my number in it. Call me tonight." He winks and leaves the classroom.

I get up out of my seat knowing my next class will start soon. Once I step inside the tardy bell rings. Throughout the class I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. How does that happen in just one day?  I thought today was going to be torture! I was comfortable when talking to him, it seemed like I've known him my entire, yet boring life! I put my hands in my hoodie that I got out of my locker this morning, literally right before Daehyung slammed it shut. I find the note Jimin gave me and I smile when I take it out and open it.

He wasn't lying at least. His number was in the note and next to it was a little side note. I'm always going to be here for you. 

*Walking home from school*

The note was in my hand and I couldn't stop reading the side note and smiling. My phone was in my other hand waiting for me to put his number in and to call him. After debating to wait or not to put his number in, I finally do. By my house was an old park that I used to go to as a child. Every day actually, it was just a block away. Looking at the empty swings, seeing my mother push me back and forth her face bright and smiling. She's never like that anymore. Always tired and too busy to notice me unless she's making breakfast and telling me good morning. 

I walk into my house finding eomma standing at the bottom of the stairs arms crossed, and a frown across her face. I walk up to her with a confused look on my face 

"Is everything okay?" 

"Me and your father have received a call from our business informing us that we will be going to America for a year for more training." Eomma and appa worked for a business that taut and produced idols. I guess this time they will be sent to America.

"That sounds so cool! Do you want me to go pack now?" I hear my father walk towards us laughing hysterically. He finally stops and looks me in the eyes. 

"You aren't going any where with us. You really think we want to be seen with such a worthless child like you?" He says it seriously and with a deep voice. At the end of his words my heart sunk and broke into millions of tiny pieces. I run past my mother and up the stairs as fast as I could. Reaching my door I realized there were already tears coming from my eyes. Not small specks, I was practically balling. 

I walk into my room and I dont even make it 2 feet from the door before falling to the ground still crying. I couldn't hold the tears in anymore. I heard comments like what appa said in school but my parents? Never would I think about them saying those things to my face ever. 

Jimin. Call Jimin.