Epilogue: Never Again [P.J.M]

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*Yura's P.O.V*

"Get up, sleepy." Jimin poked my cheeks. We were still in the same position as earlier this morning. He was still poking my cheeks, so I swat it away.

"What."

"Get up, I have an overseas trip, and you're following me." That woke me up immediately. I must've sat up too fast, because the next thing I know was that my head was spinning. Or was it because of the fact I didn't take my medicine last night?

"Why should I follow you?!" I scoffed, crossing my arms. A pair of arms came hugging my waist.

"Because you're my personal assistant, and I really need to take you somewhere while we're there. Pweeaaasseeeee?" I groaned before pushing down the arms that held me and got up. That is, until Jimin pulled me back down.

"So are you going?"

"The first flight there is at 10am. We have about two hours to get there so you'd better let me go so I can pack my luggage and make us sandwiches to go." Jimin brightened up instantly, already running for the cupboard and his luggage.

"Don't worry about your luggage, I'll pack it for you!" He called out, still showing his Shiny whites. Smiling at his adorableness, I shook my head and got changed into a baby blue sweater, black ripped jeans and some baby blue sneakers before going down to make sandwiches. Was it tuna or egg mayo that he liked?

In the end, I made him both and a salami and cheese sandwich for me, packing it neatly into a Tupperware as Jimin carried down our lugagges, as well as Two coats.

"Oh? We're going to somewhere cold?" Curious, I picked up the coats. I realised that they were both kinda new, because the tags weren't taken out yet.

"Kind of. That's yours, do you like it? I couldn't find a purple one for you so I got you a pale blue one." Jimin pointed to the coat I was holding. It was pretty stylish, and fit me just right. Flattered that he actually bought a coat for me, I looked away with a tiny smile on my face.

"A-are you still angry?" Jimin turned me around with a panicked expression. This is honestly the first time I've seen him so afraid of someone getting angry at him. Not even back in high school did he looked like he'd kill himself if I didn't forgive him.

"No, but I can't say that I'm happy either." I made my stand, playing hard to get this time. I can't always be so lenient or he'd take me for a fool again. Jimin sighed out of relief, but he didn't say anything.

"Anyways, take your food." Shoving the Tupperware into his hands, I dragged my luggage out of the house before a taxi Came. Jimin helped me haul the bags up into the car boot before squishing ourselves into the taxi. It was pretty small..

"Are you still sick?" A hand reached for my forehead.

"No fever, just a really bad cough.." I replied, looking out the window.

"Did you bring your medicine?"

"Yes dad..." I groaned out, rolling my eyes to the back of my head from how much of a Father Jimin is being. He smacked my forehead, clicking his tongue.

The ride wasn't so bad because of the conversation Jimin and I shared, although it wasn't as outgoing as before. We got the plane tickets, checked in the huge lugagges and went into the departure hall. That's when the shopping began.

"These two are for you." I pushed the egg mayo and tuna sandwich to Jimin, showing him that it's his as we settled down at a corner for coffee since we were still kind of early despite the shopping we've done.