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Chapter 14

Jimin's POV

Me and Tae were out all day. When I walked in the door I looked at the clock and it said 8:32. I was beyond tired. I don't know where Hoseok got the nerves to marry that thing.

I dropped myself on the couch, and as soon as I got comfortable, my phone rang.

"Park Jimin speaking, how may I help you?" I asked, not looking at the caller ID.

"You really need to start looking at your phone before you answer. I might be some weirdo that is currently standing on your doorstep." I heard Yoongi say before I heard knock on my front door.

I got up and made my way over to the door to answer it before I stopped.

"Are you really outside or is it some other guy that wants to murder me standing outside right now?" I asked before I had opened the door.

"It's really me, I promise." he said, laughing.

"Ok." I said and hung up as I opened the door to be greeted with Yoongi standing there with another bouquet of flowers.

"Yoongi, dear, you are aware that I am a guy, right? You don't have to being flowers everytime you come over." I said as he handed them to me.

"I haven't brought them everytime. Last night I didn't have time to stop and get some seeing as how you had a bullet in your shoulder." he reminded.

"I didn't mean it literally. Buy, seriously, you don't have to bring flowers everytime. Your company is enough." I said, blushing as I said the last part.

"Is that so?" he asked, walking up behind me as I put the flowers in a vase.

"Yeah." I mumbled, feeling his arms wrap around me. He put two fingers under my chin and pulled it up to face him.

"So is it okay if I do this?" he asked before kissing me. I immediately felt everything shut off and all I could think about was him.

He pulled away after a few seconds to hear my answer. "More than okay." I replied.

"Good." he muttered into my ear before kissing me again.

This time when he pulled away, I stepped out of his hold. "Yoongi, I want to talk to you about something." I said, walking over to the couch and sitting down.

"Okay, shoot...well not literally, but you know." he said, sitting down next to me.

I turned to face him and asked him. "What are we?"

"What do you mean?" he asked,  confusion contorting his features.

"Where is our relationship?" I clarified.

"I was hoping that I could come over, ask you to go on a date with me, and then ask you." he muttered.

"Oh. I ruined you plan, didn't I?" I asked looking down at my lap.

"Nope. We can still go out. I can still ask you. And you can answer your own question." he said confidently. "Now, go get ready, and wear something casual. I'll wait for you, and this time I'll wait out here." he said with a smirk.

"Okay. It won't take me very long." I replied and practically ran to my room. My leg was still a little sore from the bullet but I can still get around fine.