"Lookie here, if it isn't miss love bird?" The college student laughed behind her stand.
"Nicknames already, broke college kid who sells churros on the streets?" I scoffed while she looked like she was gonna kill me.
"Anyways, let's get back to where we left off. I'll give you a free churro if you tell me all the details!" She held a churro to my face. The aroma was killing me so I just agreed.
"S-Sure!" I took a large bite from the churro she held in front of me.
The next day of Jimin and I meeting-
I wanted to see his smiling face again. I don't know why but that left a good impression to my heart. So right after the bell rang, I made a goal to see him.
"Do you know what classroom Park Jimin is?" I asked the front office as they went through their files.
"Oh, he's in the fifth special classroom. Send him my best wishes, I really feel bad for that kid..."
Special? Is there something wrong with him?
As I walked to the classroom he was in, he was packing his bags.
"Yah, Park Jimin! This love story became more cliche because I'm visiting you now." I laughed but he stared at me confused.
"Excuse me do I know you?"
"If you wanted to get rid of me, you could've done it in a nicer way..." I felt hurt from his comment. I hoped we could've at least be friends.
"No that's not how I meant it!," He shook his head, "You seem like a nice girl, but I've seriously never seen you in my life." He scratched the nape of his neck, nervously.
"Excuse me, do you know the condition Park Jimin is in?" I heard a whisper by my ear. It was the teacher, staring nervously at Jimin, hoping he didn't hear her.
"No." I whispered back. Jimin looked at us weirdly as we kept whispering stuff to each other.
"Jimin, you can go. I need to talk with this student real quick." He nodded his head and gave the same smile I came back for. It warmed my heart to see such a bright smile.
As soon as he left, the teacher sighed. She looked at me seriously, and I tensed up.
"Park Jimin may seem normal but he's very special..." She explained but I still didn't understand.
"How so?"
"He suffers from memory lost..." Her eyes looked depressed. I still didn't get it, how could he suffer from memory lost?
"A year ago, when the cherry blossoms were falling, him and his parents were in a terrible car crash. Luckily, his parents only got a few broken bones, but as for Jimin, he had major injuries." I could tell she was very close to all her students by the way she just talks about one.
"So he cant remember me, he can't remember anything?" My eyes narrowed down to the floor, hoping this is not true.
"He can only remember things before the accident. His memory only last for a day, it's like his mind resets as he sleeps. He doesn't know about it too, his family at home recreates the last day he remembers, everyday. The only part he can still input in his brain is education. We don't know how, but hopefully he can input more stuff in his brain. Anyways, I don't advise you being his friend... It's difficult to befriend him everyday." She patted my back. That innocent boy didn't deserve any of this...
"I'd like to try though..." I still had hope that we could be friends and that he can one day input me into his mind...
Present-
"I would probably give up being his friend, that sounds like too much work." The churro lady sighed. I smiled to myself because I knew everyday with him was worth it.
"I guess it was a little tiresome at first, but on other days he would sit at lunch with me and it made my day." I laughed imagining his stuffed cheeks with food.
"Well I guess you better get going now, it getting late." She pulled out her watch and watched the two arms tick by.
"Ok see you tomorrow." I packed my bags and ran off.
Do you still remember me Park Jimin?
A/N:
Testing and Short Series. Chapter 2/5
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Blooms in Spring (PJM) ✔️
Short StoryAs cherry blossoms start to fall, you develop a crush on a guy. When you try to grow closer to him, you realize why you guys can't become close. That doesn't stop you to at least try. (INSPIRED BY THE WEBTOON: CHERRY BLOSSOMS AND THE MOVIE: 50 FIRST...