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XVII

[year later]

jiminftw: princess
jiminftw: guess what today is?

cloudyjae: idk.

jiminftw: are you being serious???

cloudyjae: your birthday?

jiminftw: ...

cloudyjae: im jk!
cloudyjae: the second time we've met.
cloudyjae: the day you texted me.
cloudyjae: how we met again.

jiminftw: i was shook for a moment.
jiminftw: guess what?

cloudyjae: mhm
cloudyjae: you always got me trying to guess.
cloudyjae: just tell me
cloudyjae: chimchim

jiminftw: i wrote a song c:
jiminftw: just for you.

cloudyjae: when can i hear it?

jiminftw: right now.
jiminftw: look up
________

I slowly look up. I looked around for him. I didn't see him. Suddenly, someone grabbed by the hand. "Jimin?"

"Close, it's Yoojae," he chucked as he was bring me to the empty music room.

"What are you doing? I need to look for Ji-" I tried to reply but he interrupted me.

"Close your eyes."

"What?"

"Just close them."

I did as told. I was scared. What was he going to do?

All you could hear was Yoojae's and my footsteps. Yoojae stopped walking, which led me to stop. "Open your eyes," he said.

Again, I did as told.

The music was dark and silent. The last thing I heard was either an echo from the air conditioner or my footsteps that I was slowly taking.

Then immediately I heard the piano that broke the silence. Jimin's voice was the voice that I heard. He was singing, not just to anyone but to me.

"Since some time ago
I've been calling you first, more and more
I already call you baby at the places you aren't at
It's quite funny to me, too

You're my chocolate
My sweetest chocolate
I really wanna have you
You, who is so sweet
I wanna have you, Wanna have you

So that you'll be able to lean on me
So that you can feel a nice happiness
I'll give you my everything

You're my ice cream
My sweetest ice cream
I really wanna have you
You, who is so sweet
I wanna have you, Wanna have you

The one who gave me the gift of love, that's you
The one person who gave me that dazzling love
That's what you are

To you, who is looking at me
I'll sing a song just for you

You're my candy
Lollipop candy
I really wanna kiss you
I really wanna love."

Jimin, who played the piano and sang for me, got up from the stool in front of the piano. He walked over to me and handed my favorite type of flower, a white lily. "Wow, didn't realize, you'd grow to be this romantic," I said jokingly.

"You don't like it?" he questioned.

"No, I don't."

His mouth dropped.

Stupid.

"I love it," I said as I got closer to him. I removed the flower from his hand and got onto my tippy toes. I gave him a kiss and his friends were clapping as if I said yes to a marriage proposal.

"Only look at me."