Amnesiphobia||Bts Jimin

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He knocked on her door.

She opened it.

"It's me... Jimin," he says. She looks at the bouquet, then up at him.

"Come in," she responds. He sat down at the table, and she sat down next to him.

"I recognize your name... Please remind me about us," she said.

"Well uh.. You came to my family's cafe, and you talked to me. Then we went to the beach together, and that's where you got hit."

"So we talked for a while, then went on a date?"

"Y-Yeah," he said. "Well uh, do you want these flowers in a vase?"

"Yeah! Thanks a lot, they're gorgeous," she says. She stood up and grabbed a glass, and filled it with water. He handed her the flowers and she put them in the glass. She turned around and looked up at him, smiling. She turned back.

"So... Did you.. Love me... Or...?" He paused and but his lip. He wlooked down, and his hair hung over his face. He started to feel warm. She turned around and Set the vase down.

"Jimin?" He started to feel nauseous. She grabbed his shoulder, and he started to fall over. She stumbled, trying to grab him, but failed to. she quickly kneeled down next to him and felt his forehead. He was burning up. She lifted him up, and pulled him onto the couch as best as she could. She grabbed a wet towel and put it on his forehead.

She kneeled down next to him and grabbed his hand. She put her head on his leg, and prayed that he would be okay. She flinched as there was a sudden sharp pain in her side.

She looked up, and his eyes opened. He sat up, and she let go of his hand, but he seemed reluctant.

"Are you okay?"

He kept looking at her, and she moved closer. He looked into her eyes and smiled.

"I'm sorry."

He leaned in towards her and his lips met hers. All of his pain disappeared as he kissed her. She was shocked, but didn't move away. She closed her eyes, but It didn't feel right to her.

She quickly realized what had happened, and pulled away. He looked down, and she put her hands on her knees. A teardrop fell onto his leg, and he continued to look down.

"You won't remember me in the morning. I'm sorry I did that." He said. He wiped his eyes and stood. She watched as he left.

Maybe... It was right.