purpose | p.jm

eight

Jimin

It's been a month since she pushed me away in front of many people.

And that was the last time that I saw her pretty face. 

Yet, I still wait for her to come to school. 

"Jimin." I heard a familiar voice.

But it wasn't from her.

It was from her brother Namjoon.

"Let's stop this war for awhile and come with me." He said and dragged me out of school and took me to their house.

As we entered the house, she quickly stood up and hugged me.
I didn't hesitate to hug her back.

This is all I've been waiting for years.

To touch her again. To feel her warmth.

"D-do you remember me now?" I asked nervously.

She looked down as tears streamed down her face.

"No. But my heart says that you're someone very important. I'm sorry if I can't remember everything Jimin. I'm sorry." She said in between her sobs.

I shushed her and kissed her forehead.

"Sshh. It's okay. It's my purpose to let you remember everything. I'm just glad that your family finally gave me a chance." I said and hugged her again.

This is my purpose. To shower you with love, to take good care of you even if you don't remember any glimpse of our bitter sweet past.