Jennie's POV:
"Ready babe?" Hanbin calls out from outside my bedroom. I smack my lips together while placing my lipstick into my purse before nodding,
"I'm ready!" I call out. I adjust my white off the shoulder Chanel sweater and comb my fingers through my curly hair before grabbing my purse and walking out the door.
Hanbin looks up from his phone and sends me a gentle smile while scanning my figure,
"Hey beautiful, ready to go?" He asks. I stiffen for a moment,
'You're so beautiful Nini.'
I quickly shake off the memory and force out a timid smile while tucking a strand of hair behind my hear,
"Yes," I said. I walk up to my boyfriend of 6 months and take his arm as we make ourselves out the door.
Recently, all the memories with her have been appearing frequently and I didn't know why. And sliding inside the car, an unnerving feeling started to grow in the pit of my stomach as if something was going to happen. Was it good or bad? I have no clue. But, for now I'm pushing those thoughts aside and I'm going enjoy my movie date.
Hanbin places his hand over mine and intertwines it. I quickly reciprocated and squeezed his hand hoping to forget that I felt absolutely nothing with his touches.
'Jen, hold my hand,' she demands with one hand on the steering wheel and the other one open for me to take. I giggle,
'Why?' I ask but still placed my hand in hers. She dramatically sighs in content and brings our hands together to kiss the back of hand.
'Because I want to hold what's mine.'
"Jennie we're here," I hear Hanbin call out. I shake my head and blink rapidly as I realized we already parked and the car was off. I look over at Hanbin and watched as he was already sliding out of the car. He closes the door and waits for me at the front. I frown for a second,
'Don't you dare touch that door handle. Only I can open the door for my honey.'
My frown only deepened as I cursed under my breath for even thinking of her and comparing her with Hanbin. I sigh and slide out of the car and walk towards Hanbin. He instantly takes my hand and leads us into the theater. He leads us to the line but stops,
"Wait here while I go buy our tickets," he says. I smile and nod and chuckled as he leaned forward and places a kiss on my cheek.
Where's the butterflies?
She stole them 2 years ago.
I let out a breath and looked down at my feet. Stop thinking of her damn it, I angrily thought to myself. It's been 2 years already. I was already over it so why now? Why think about her now?