Worth Remembering //Park Jimin

Boy in Luv

Today was the last day he had to spend with us. It's rare that he even got seven days to be home in the first place.

"What's up?" I asked as I walked into the living room.

"Just relaxing I guess. Enjoying my home for one last moment," he said.

It was the seventh day but he had to leave in a few hours because the ride back is quite long. Mr. Park will need some time too because we didn't want him driving there and back to Busan at night.

"Y/N. Can I take you somewhere quick before I leave?" he asks.

"Of course," I replied.

I felt bad for always taking his time when he should be with his family. This break was meant for them, not me but I followed him anyways.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Just stay next to me and you'll find out," he said smiling kindly.

"You're being nice. Something's off," I said teasingly.

"I'm thinking maybe I should be nicer to you," he said.

Confused by what he meant, I just silently walked by his side.

"Oh the coffee shop!" I said.

"Wait here," he said.

I nodded obediently and waited outside. A few minutes later he came out with a cup of coffee.

"For you," he said.

"Thank you," I said, taking a sip.

"Ugh it's hot! And is this a mixture of the tangerine cappuccino and banana coffee??" I said sticking out my tongue.

He laughed at my reaction.

"This is where I learned that you weren't as sweet as you looked. Payback," he said smirking.

I gave him a death stare and took another sip.

"You don't have to finish it," he said.

"It'd be rude not to," I replied.

He smiled and walked on ahead.

"W-wait for me!" I said, running to catch up while being careful of the coffee.

"We're going somewhere else?" I asked.

"You talk too much," he said.

"Well excuuuuse me. I would like to know where I am going okay?"

"I thought you liked to walk aimlessly?" he teased.

"Not with you," I replied.

"Well aren't you sassy?" he said.

"Be patient. You'll find out the purpose soon. I promise okay?" he said smiling.

I took another sip and blankly stared at him. We walked until we came across two bikes that seemed to be prepared and ready for us.

"Here," he said as handed me the white bicycle.

"Um I wish you had asked earlier. I can't ride a bike," I said quietly and chuckled at myself.

"Mian," I added.

"Whaa, I should've known," he said shaking his head.

"Then get on," he added as he got on the blue bike.

"Me? On? Where?" I asked oblivious.

He laughed at my reaction to being so clueless.

"Why did it have to be you?" he asked to himself.