See You Again: MBHEA Book II

| · 6 · | Déjà vu

"WOULD you be my girlfriend?" he asked.

My heart was pounding faster and faster I thought it was going to leap out of my chest any second. Everything was blurring out except for Jimin. Gently, I took the blue rose in his hand, placing it under my nose to hide my heating cheeks while it looked like I was just smelling the pretty flower.

"Yes," I let out, my heart clenching with elation.

Jimin pulled me forward and placed his lips on mine, surprising me. I smiled, kissing him back. The sweet, lingering taste was the only proof I needed to know that it was real. Everything happening was real.

The pace was slow yet it still made my whole body heat up and my heart beat faster than anything. When we broke apart to breathe, Jimin placed his forehead against mine, a smirk on his lips.

"I love you, Park Chaeyoung," he whispered softly. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too, Jimin. More than I realized," I whisper back. "More than it's considered healthy."

"Are you implicating that you're obsessed with me?" he asked with a chuckle, his thumbs caressing my temples.

"Maybe," I answered slowly.

He pecked me again on the lips before pulling me up from the seat. He led me back through the strings of photos and stopped at the tiny staircase leading up to the upper level. I didn't notice it when I first came in, probably too indulged in the romantic confession Jimin had prepared.

Slowly, one step at a time in the small space, we climbed up the tiny stairs, Jimin's hand still holding onto mine. I've never rode a open deck bus before and this was a new experience for me. One that I will carve into my heart, so that even amnesia won't take the precious memory away.

"Pick a seat, rosie," he offered, a sweet smile on his lips.

I walked over to the seats in the same place where I had first met him after my memory loss. The same place where it all started, but this time, it was a two-seater.

Jimin sat in next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him. The bus suddenly started driving and I looked wide-eyed at Jimin.

"There's a bus driver too?" I asked. "You shouldn't do this for me, Jimin. It costs too much."

"I don't lack money, I only lack your warmth, your love, your everything. So make them up for me, alright?" Jimin murmured into my ear, probably fully knowing that it was going to make me explode with heated cheeks and pounding heart.

"I'll see about it," I said smugly. It's my turn to tease him now. But Jimin didn't take it well.

He leaned in to me, pushing my body back against the side of the bus. Even with my body twisted and plastered against the short wall of the bus, with my hair fluttering in the wind, all I could see and feel, was him. Park Jimin.

I kissed him first this time, cupping his face, savoring every second. His lips were soft and exhilarating against mine, making me more breathless than climbing up ten flights of stairs.

When we broke apart, Jimin suddenly hugged me tight, burying his head into my hair. "I don't want to wake up," he whispered. "I don't want to wake up to find that this was all a dream, that you're still gone. Out of reach, forever unattainable. I just want to make sure you're really here, that you're really mine."