cellphone // p.j.m.

19

"so, what do you want to do?"

 i asked jimin, tilting my head to the side.

"ice cream!"

"really?" i asked him, raising an eyebrow.

the seventeen year old boy (at least i assume)  stopped jumping up and down to give me a genuinely confused look. "yeah, what's wrong with ice cream?"

i shook my head and tried to hide the smile i could feel creeping on my face. stop it.

he casually took my hand and led me to the street across from our school.

his hand was thankfully, not clammy, but had a cool feeling to it. i sighed. jimin looked back at me, to make sure i was okay.

i nodded in confirmation, despite the fact that my heart was beating 20327 times as fast as it's supposed to.

if i get a heart attack, it's on you park jimin.