Toy | bts x reader

13

- at the party -

-your pov-

We park in a huge parking lot in front of a big building. There are already so many cars here but not all the spaces have been filled.

He rushes over to the other side of the car and opens the door for me.

"Gomawoyo Jimin oppa," I say flirtatiously.

"Finally, Y/N-ya!" he says.

"Oh don't get used to it, prince charming, I'll be gone by midnight," I laugh.

"Do you really have to be the Cinderella of the ball?" he pouts as he closes the car door and locks it as we walk towards the entrance.

"We made a deal, right Jimin-ssi?"

"Yeah.. But remember to call me oppa at the party."

I punch his arm lightly as we step into the big hall.

The hall is vast with many round tables and a stage opposite us with a speech podium.

The tables are covered in white table cloth with pristine plates and cutlery placed on top. Most of them are already surrounded by people talking.

On the perimeter of the hall are tables with lots of food, like a buffet.

"Jimin-ah! Is that you?" A woman's voice calls.

Jimin walks over to her, holding my hand and I follow.

"Annyeong, Eomma!" he chimes, pulling her into a hug, letting go of my hand.

As they break apart from the embrace, they smile at eachother like they haven't seen eachother in forever.

Jimin intertwines his fingers with mine with a secure grip, making me feel protected and cared for: something I haven't felt in a while.

"Oh, is this your girlfriend?" she asks, while looking at me.

"Ne, eomma, meet my girlfriend, Y/N," he says, eye-smiling at her.

"Annyeonghaseyo, Mrs Park!" I say, bowing at a 45° angle.

"Annyeong! How polite and beautiful," she beams.

"Gomawoyo," I smile.

She chuckles and faces Jimin. "Jimin-ah, your father will be a bit late today because he has some business to do," she says with a consoling voice.

"Oh. Okay," he nods. "Anyway, Y/N and I are going to go enjoy the party, see you later, eomma!" He says, waving and I wave and smile at her too.

Jimin holds my hand again with a ray of sunshine painted on his face. Anyone looking at us would assume we're a couple. A part of me wishes we were, but another part of me wishes I had never even met him.

One, because I wouldn't be a hormonal mess; two because nobody would play with my feelings; three, because I would live life normally without knowing he was even a part of it.

Now that I do, I feel like I'm supposed to be here. With him. Together.

Maybe I'm being too naive. Maybe i should just leave and try to forget this ever happened.

But how the hell am I supposed to do that? Especially knowing that there is a big chunk of my life deleted from my memory.