We were reckless.
How did we get from kissing to you pinning me to the wall to us both on the floor in a tangle of limbs?
We made an explosion that day, Park Jimin.
And now, we are suffering the consequences of it.
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I rubbed the edge of the hoodie in my hands.
I felt guilt in the pit of my stomach, bubbling like water boiling.
I never showed up to bowling with you and your friends yesterday. And now, I didn't want to face you.
But at the same time, I knew I couldn't stay away from you and would need to confront you sooner or later.
I finally took a deep breath and slipped on the hoodie.
I found myself in a room with a screaming couple.
A man and a woman.
The man was yelling at the woman, something about 'business trip.'
The woman screamed back, something about 'always leaving.'
A sense of dèjá vu hit me like a truck.
It's as if my own parents are fighting again.
And then I saw you, Park Jimin.
You were standing, hidden in the shadows.
Just watching the scene.
Silent.
Watching.
A single tear slipped down your cheek.
I strode over to you, all thoughts of bowling gone. I was intent on helping you. I slipped my hand in yours, and you blinked in surprise to see me there.
A small part of me thought you would get angry with me.
