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One Last Time Pt. 2 | Jimin

part 2!

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seven.

"Are you coming?"

"I'll be there in an hour. See you soon."

Jimin ended the call with Namjoon as he began to dress for the party. He pulled out a black t-shirt and black jeans, throwing on some black sneakers. He checked his outfit in the mirror and swiped his hand through his hair, making it a little messy.

Unsure of his choice, he quickly snapped a photo of his outfit and sent it to Taehyung for some advice.

The younger male replied immediately and told him to wear a jacket or a plaid shirt that was a different color.

Jimin began to search through his closet, pulling out hangers with clothes dangling on them until he found a white bomber jacket. When he put it on, a floodgate of memories opened and filled his head with thoughts of you.

"Hey, I got something for you."

Jimin turned around to see you holding a black paper bag and took it from you. He looked at you curiously and you gestured for him to look inside.

Jimin excitedly dug his hand into the bag and felt some sort of cloth. He pulled out the garment and held up a bomber jacket, the silver zippers shining in the light.

"I saw you looking at it in the mall on our last date so I thought that this would be a good birthday present and⎯"

You were cut off by Jimin tackling you with a hug, his arms embracing your smaller body closer to his. You smiled and reciprocated the hug, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Thank you so much," Jimin whispered into your ear. "Oh my God, thank you."

You giggled, making Jimin's heart swell with adoration. He never forgot how lucky he was to have you as his girlfriend.

You were so much more mature than the other girls he knew who only knew how to either study or party. But you? You were everything he ever wanted, loyal but independent, hard-working, talented, beautiful, kind, and so much more.

He didn't know what he would do without you.

Jimin's heart beat faster as he remembered that day. You had tried on the jacket after he did and he teased you about how your arms were too short for it; your hands peeked out from the ends of the sleeves.

You ignored him for the next hour.

Jimin chuckled to himself as he grabbed his phone and his keys, slipping them into a pocket. He grabbed a small bottle of vanilla extract and poured a few drops into his hand. He rubbed some behind his ears, the sweet smell of vanilla encasing him.

It reminded him of you.

Jimin texted Namjoon that he was leaving his apartment when he glimpsed the small framed picture hanging above his desk.

The photo was taken two years ago on his birthday with the cake as the centerpiece of the picture. You, the boys, and some friends had surprised him when he returned from his classes at his apartment (the wonderful joys of not living in a dorm), shoving him into a seat at the table. You had your arms wrapped around his shoulders, Jimin was holding your hand and grinning, Taehyung and Jungkook were already grabbing pieces of the cake, Seokjin was glaring at Taehyung, and Namjoon, Hoseok, and Yoongi were actually posing for the picture.

What a fun day that was.

Glancing at the clock, Jimin silently cursed as he rushed out, slamming the door behind him.