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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"Honey?"
I lifted my eyebrows wearily.
Then my eyes widened.
The blue hoodie.
I weakly reached for it.
My mom pulled it back quickly and gave me a hard look. "I'll give you this back on one condition. No, make that two conditions actually."
I nodded, willing her to go ahead.
"First condition: don't you dare try to do something stupid okay?"
The definition of stupid was very loose.
What I planned to do was certainly not stupid in my dictionary.
I nodded.
"Second condition: I want to know the truth," my mom set the hoodie down a little. "Whose hoodie is this and why is it so important?"
A single tear escaped my eye.
"The hoodie," my voice was dry and crackled like dead leaves. I cleared it and tried again. "The hoodie belongs to a boy that I love, and it's important because it's the only way we'll get connected again. By the time he comes here... it'll be too late."
