[ Namjin ] Two years

18 - Jimin

{The song has nothing to do with the chapter I just love it so here yah go}
{Also, side note (again) i wanna try something... I like to share my culture and language to people and I'd love to share songs from French and Belgian artists so once in a while, when Jin, Jungkook or Jimin narrate the story, I'll put a French speaking song up there ^^    i really hope you'll like them 😊
Tchüss, hope you enjoy this chapter}

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It was the day. I wasn't really ecstatic to the idea of leaving my country for 2 years but I thought it'd help me discover other cultures... and food, that's a really good motive to go abroad.
We had been packing since Monday because my dad doesn't like being rushed so he usually takes his time and plans everything days ahead.
Jungkook and I always wanted to help him around the house but he always tells us he doesn't need help because he does everything better by himself... he just likes his way of cleaning things... while Jungkook and I hold the responsibility of our respective rooms. And they're always messy.

Anyway, we have been packing for a while. We took our clothes and some valuable items. The apartment where we'll stay is fully furnished for three to four people. All the bills were on my dad's company but we paid for everything else. If we broke one piece of furniture, we'd have to pay for it and dad's boss would be less indulgent with us.
Moral of the story: no parties in there.
And frankly, I've never been a big fan of big parties. I just prefer a chilly evening with close friends just to hang out together.
Jungkook, on the other hand, likes to party with friends. But dad never allows him to organize parties at our house because that's how much of a cleaning maniac he was.

The whole time I was packing my most precious possessions, I couldn't stop thinking about Yoongi. Almost all of my boxes were full with things he gave me. I even packed in a rock he gave me after Wonho threw it to me the first day Yoongi and I met. I was attached to it even though it was literally just a rock. Maybe I should do something with it.
Suddenly I realised I needed to see Yoongi and tell him at least a little goodbye. I just didn't want to do it through texts. I wanted to see him.

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Me: Heyy, can I see you today ?

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I know it's very awkward to send that even though we hadn't talked for so long... I knew he'd refuse.
Not long after I sent that very cringey text, I felt my phone vibrating.

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Yoonie: hey, yeah sure. The park ?

Me: sure

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I could feel the tension through my phone and I started to wonder if I should have just texted him goodbye... I think of something to give him before leaving for Europe... I craft something up and but it in small bag.
I started to get ready with the only clothes out of boxes that I owned. I took the bag and headed to the door very quickly before my dad could say anything.
"WHERE are you going ?" He said ugh
"I'm heading out to see Yoongi and say goodbye." I said hoping he wouldn't mind. There was a long pause before he began talking again "Okay, be home at 10(a.m.)" oh my God, I couldn't believe it, he actually let me go. "Go now before I change my mind" he says. I nod, hug him and go.

I run to the park. It is not far from my house and Yoongi's so we always meet up there. I see he's already there. He seems nervous. He doesn't see me for now. I decide not to surprise him like I do everytime because that'd be awkward, for both of us. Instead I walk up to him and pat his shoulder. He turned around and forced a smile. But his eyes were more honest than anything. He couldn't lie to me. He was hurt.
I began speaking.
"So I'm leaving to Paris today and before I go, I wanted to say goodbye and I'm sorry." I knew he'd say I don't have any reason to be sorry so I spoke before he had the chance to say a word "I fucked up really bad. Since our kiss, I didn't contact you in any way... I was just too confused about what I was feeling. I thought I liked Wonho and I'm not even sure if I do to this day. I don't know if I like you and I'll be leaving soon to Paris. My head is all messed up and I don't want you to feel guilty but I feel like that didn't work because by not texting you, you might have felt guilty and all these thoughts keep haunting me and I can't do it anymore !" I said, angry at myself.
Yoongi froze though. He never saw me this way. Usually I made everything to cheer him up but this time I needed him to do something for me. And he did.
He kissed me on the cheek before hugging me tightly, I let my head rest on the crook of his neck. I have to admit it did comfort me.
The embrace loosened up after some time and we watched each other for a while. I was too embarrassed to watch for another second so I broke our eye contact and took what I had in my bag. "Close your eyes." I say. He obliged. He hates getting gifts but he didn't mind that much from me.
I took one of his wrists and attached te bracelet to it. He opened his eyes and couldn't hold his laugh back.
"What ?" I said, a little hurt.
"You gave me a rock tied to a rope and put it around my wrist... what kind of a gift is that ?" He said still giggling.
"Would you stop ?! God... it's a great rock on it."
"Jimin, it's just a plain rock. How is it special ?" He said, not laughing anymore. "It's one of the reasons to why we met." I said, hoping he'd get it. Suddenly, his face lightened. "Oh my God, Jimin... I didn't know you still had that rock."he said, laughing nervously and nostalgically. He looked so happy with just a rope and a rock.
Little things do make people happy...

He looked at me and didn't hesitate to kiss me and not on the cheek this time. He realised what he was doing and pulled back. I was surprised, but, strangely, pleasantly surprised. Oh heck, why not.
I pull him back to my lips and kiss him. He doesn't know what to do but it's okay, I don't know what to do either.
We stop after a while and he was frozen. I laugh but he doesn't move and I'm getting worried. "Yoongi ?" "Yup ?"
I was shocked, I didn't think he'd respond.
"Do you like your gift ?" "I love it thank you" but he doesn't show any emotion while saying that, he was still frozen.

Then came the touchy subject : saying goodbye. "Yoongi" I said while taking his hands in mine. "I wanted to say goodbye... I didn't want to leave you here especially for two years but it'd be great if we talk everyday, please..." he nodded and I could see him getting emotional. I didn't like seeing people cry because I'd end up crying too at the end...
I saw it was already 9.50 A.M and I had to rush to go home. And that's when I lost it. I hugged him close to me feeling him sob against my shoulder. I passed my fingers through his blond locks, trying to stay strong but I couldn't hold back my tears. I felt his hand on my back, drawing circles to reassure me, but strangely I couldn't seem to be happy or reassured at that moment...
"I love you, Jimin."
"I love you too, Yoongi"

As a friend...

For now.

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Oh hi there
So I have exams from the 6th (today or yesterday here) to the 20th January 😑
So I thought I'd give you a whole chapter and a pretty long one (at least I think so)
After the exams I'll try posting because believe it or not but I actually got inspiration

Woaaaah so shocked by myself.
Anyways hope you like it

Also hApPY NeW YeAr
2020 is already a mess though
(Trump I'm looking at you....
Also all my strength goes to Australia)

- 7th January 2020
- 1.07 A.M
(Thought that's be cool uwu)

Okay now
~ ❤❤ Bye bye lovelies ❤❤ ~