Wrong ||Park Jimin

Fifteen

"Wow."

All I said was wow. The place looked pretty normal, but on entering it the visuals would overwhelm you.

And that smell.

"What is that heavenly smell?"

It's smells like..

"The cookies I used to get for you."

I jumped, grabbing Jimin's hand, panicked.

Jin just smiled sadly at me.

But he was right. The cookies he used to get.

"Did you know, Hana, I used to work here."

"You did?" I asked, in awe.

He bakes?

"The cookies they're making right now, is using the recipe I improved." He looked smug.

I nodded for him to continue.

"I used to make cookies for Jin Hyung and I'd give them to him for free." He squeezed my hand.

"I remember, what I told him. I had said, 'hyung, its a special recipe, so give it to the one you love most, okay?'"

My heart ached.

He gave me the cookies.

Hold on one second. Did he say..

"Ji, you worked here?"

He nodded.

My eyes widened in realization.

Oh. My. God.

"You were the one all along?"

He looked confused, but I was already deep in thought.

***

"Jin!"

"Hana, my darling, come on here!"

I ran towards him.

"Here are those cookies." He smiled.

"Jin?"

He looked over at me. "Why don't you ever eat them?"

"Because, my friend Jimin told me, to give it to someone you love dearly."

I smiled at him, instantly wrapping my arms around him.

"I love you too, Jin."

I could feel him stroke my hair, as I settled into his lap, grabbing a cookie.

"Who makes these miracles in a box, anyway?"  I spoke with a mouthful of cookies.

"Jimin. My friend who works at the bakery modified the recipe for them, and now it's a huge success."

Jimin? The name is unisex.

"Is it-"

Don't be stupid, Hana. Boys don't bake.

"What is it? Does my little princess need anything?"

I giggled, shaking my head.

"I'm not little, Jin. I'm 15!"

"And I'm 18, okay? Shush!" He shushed me laughing.

"Oh, and Hana, what did I tell you about calling people elder to you by their name?" His tone was teasing.

I winked back at him. "Sorry, oppa."

That's growing up in Korea.