we got married | park jimin

EPILOGUE

It's been almost two months since we left We Got Married. Even though our last episode was just aired about a month ago.

My schedule with the members has been really hectic and it doesn't even let me have a time to rest. But even though it has been quite a while, I still find myself missing Jimin when I was alone. Even if we are still in contact through texts.

One night, when my schedules are already done, Jimin sends me a text.

Let's meet up for a coffee.  Ah, no. I mean hot chocolate. -jm.

I hear the ding from my phone and check the text. My eyebrows raise when I see his text. What if we get spotted? That would get messy.

Right now? -hj.

Right now. You up for it? -jm.

I contemplate it for a few moments before I send him a reply.

What if we get caught by papz? -hj.

Ding.

Then we'll find some place to hide. -jm.

Whoa, is he serious?

Ding.

Or we can just face them. I don't know. -jm.

I sigh, knowing that I would give in anyway.

Where do you want to meet? -hj.

His reply comes in an instant.

Starbucks? -jm.

See you there in 30 :-) -hj.

I get up from my comfortable position on the bed. I change my clothes and slip on my black converse and grab my jacket before leaving my room.

"Where are you going?" Seungyeon asks from the sofa.

"Just getting some hot chocolates," I said as I slip on my jacket, "Bye!"

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I check the watch from my phone as I wait for Jimin in front of the coffee shop. It only took my about 25 minutes to change my clothes and walk here.

"Boo!"

"Aaah!" I screamed.

I turn around and find Jimin laughing his ass out. I pout and hit his arms continuously.

"Why did you do that?" I whine.

"Ah, you should've seen your face!" he snorts.

"You're such an ass!"

I raise my hand and was about to hit him again. But Jimin is fast enough this time. He catches my hand before I could hit him and gives me his eyesmile.

"Let's go!"

He tugs me hand that he is holding and drags me inside. I thought he's gonna let my hand go right after we go in. But he didn't.

"Um, we'll have an Americano and the signature hot chocolate. Grande, please," he orders, still holding my hand.

He lets go tho, when we are picking up our orders. He gives me my hot chocolate and I accept it, immediately grabbing the cup with my two cold hands.