"The scars you left on me..."
"They are so fucking beautiful"
When highschool sweet hearts Jimin and Byeol work through thick and thin to be together. Overcoming their hardships and working out their young love, it isn't easy.
The distance between...
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𝓓𝓪𝓽𝓮 ∙∘☽༓☾∘∙
"Get on"
I hesitated for a moment when he asked me to sit on his bike but I pushed back the insecure feeling and sat.
"Here" he handed me a helmet.
"Aren't you supposed to give this before I got on?" I said putting it on my head.
"Where are we going?"
"You will see," he said and drove. I had to cling to him because I felt as if I was flying in the air. Half the time I was worried because I was scared that there might be police on the highway.
"Jimin go slow, what if we end up in jail?"
He told something but he wasn't audible. Wind was the loudest.
I looked at him confused because I didn't understand how this was a date. We were at his dance school.
"Okay, now I'm having doubts," I said crossing my arms against my chest.
"You will know why we are here. Come on," he extended his hand. I didn't give mine. He leaned forward, grabbed my hand and tugged. I had no choice but to follow him inside.
"Jimin!"
"Hi, Jimin! You don't practice on weekends-"
"I'm here with a special guest," he said to the people I've never seen. I realized that he has been dragging me by hand all the time.
"Out," he said pushing through the door and entering a huge practice room.
"Jiminie, buddy!" A guy came to hug Jimin. Jimin punched him in the stomach and pushed him towards the door.
"Girlfriend?" The guy mouthed before getting his butt kicked by Jimin's leg.
"Keep watch!" Jimin yelled at one of the guys.
"Okay, what exactly are we doing here?" I was growing restless.
"Making out," he said popping a CD into the player and walking over to the speakers. I felt as if someone punched me in the lungs.
"Nice joke," I managed to say.
He turned to me with a genuine worry on his face. "I'm not joking"
"You?"
He nodded.
"Me?"
He nodded again.
"Making out?"
This time he grinned.
"Here?"
"You are absolutely right," he blew a kiss. I moved away to avoid it.
