Recalling Memories // pjm

Chp. 18 | Bring back us, just us

(y/n's pov)
I stared down at him as he was munching on the pancakes I gave him, he was so focused on gobbling them, he didn't realize the strawberry sauce just dripping down his chin.

I gave a low chuckle and took the nearest napkin and went towards him. He looked at me, probably trying to guess why I was walking to him.

I lowered myself to his eye level and wiped off the excess liquid down his chin.

He stared at me with wide eyes.

Thump...thump..

Thoughts came across my mind while my heart was thumping.

'Is this a deja Vu, this is like the second time I had to do this..'

I got up as quickly as possible and released the breath I didn't realize I was holding.

I gave a small chuckle again and stuttered out, "The-there was strawberry sauce, nothing else."

He faced the other way and his cheeks showed a bright red due to embarrassment.

It was around 12:45pm when we finished off with the breakfast which should still be done before noon.

We both washed the dishes together while deciding what to do later on.

"Wait I forgot to ask," I changed the topic, "why didn't you call me back yesterday?" He tilted ever so slightly at my question, then suddenly shot up and immediately apologized saying he forgot.

I forgave him but I still had this tugging feel. Back in Busan, no matter when I called him or whenever he missed a call from me, he would call back just at that instant.

But yesterday, he forgot. Because he was talking to someone else, Seulgi.

Thoughts came rushing in.

Am I distancing myself from him? Was I wrong not telling him who I am? Do I have to tell him now? Or would that be worse? Would he lose trust in me? Would he possibly fo-

I was once again found questioning myself.

"Hey, are you alright? You were zoning out," Jimin asked me concered, or at least that was what I thought, "You look like a sloth, stop it."

"YAH!" I yelled on top of my lungs, hitting him repeatedly. I stopped once I came to think what he had said, 'that's the exact same thing he used to tell me before when I spaced out.'

"Eyy, you are zoning out again," Jimin said rubbing the side of arm which I kept hitting him on. "No I'm not, I just noticed that you used to say that to me before as well.."

His face shined in a mocking manner, "Really, well my thoughts didn't change, you do look like a sloth." He finished, laughing loudly once again.

Usually his laughters are like legendary music to me, but at this moment, all I could think about is getting a spatula and hitting him straight on the head.

And that's exactly what I did.

He screamed in pain, pouting, "Y/n hurt me, I'm mad," he crossed his arms and acted like a baby. I went over at him and tip-toed so that I could reach up to his eye level— almost, more like just reaching up to his chin.

"Aww, is Jiminie mad?" I asked playfully in a cute thin voice to which he nodded, "well I don't care." I said bluntly in a deeper voice, flicking his forehead.

He once again whined in pain while I ran to my bedroom for my dear life. I shut the door to block him away, but I figured my phone had been ringing.

I went up to my bed and picked my phone and read it. It was Umji who was calling for the project.

I didn't want to pick up but out of nowhere, I hear Jimin saying, "oh it's ok, you can take the call, I'll leave."

I showed my face in sadness, and stared at my phone, he noticed and once again reassured me, "how about tomorrow? I'll be back. With your bicycle." He smiled.

"When did I agree with that? Eh ok I'll see you tomorrow," I gave a big sigh.

We waved at each other and the fun ended.

I started the screen of my phone, 'Umjiii, why noww out of all times?'

I picked up the call and apologized for not picking it up quicker. Soon we were on to business.

After what it seemed like years, we finished up most of the work we had. Even though it was great to have the workload off my shoulders, I wanted to be with Jimin.

I smiled knowing he would be back tomorrow.

{Next day}
My eyes could barely open as I inhaled a big gust of air itself. I sat there just sitting there, not wanting to get up. Looking everywhere other than the toilet, made my eyes look at the clock. It read 1:59pm, I internally screamed.

I took my clothes and such and hurried into the toilet. Being as clumsy as possible, I dropped everything I would hold.

Picked up the toothbrush, it fell straight on the floor.

Towels on my shoulders, they fell when I bent down to pick up my toothbrush.

My life is a wreck.

After all those incidents, I came out the bathroom which was now full of steam due to the scorching hot water I used.

By the time I was fully ready and headed down to eat my so called breakfast, it was 2:38pm which basically meant I was about to have my lunch.

Just as I was about to enter the kitchen, the bell rang resulting to Jimin arriving.

I saw a panting Jimin at the door, "Did you run here or something?" I asked while I let him enter. "I overslept so I thought you would be waiting," he answered which I couldn't help but burst into laughter.

I placed my fingers on the temple of my forhead and shook my head, "Oh boy, I overslept too and was just about to have brunch." Jimin sighed without any comment.

We both started laughing once again due to the situation.

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A/N: Ok so this is the 18th chapter of my first fanfiction [Recalling memories~Jimin ff] Please ignore the typos and the grammatical mistakes (I'm not really good in English plus it's not my first language) Hope you liked it:).

How do you not procrastinate??? Send help.