Love Is Not Over {Editing}

Airplane

It was finally Friday night and I had made it through finals week.

I knew I aced both my English finals, my paper for the Children's Literature course went well, and even though I was not 100% sure about my Stats final, I knew I would pass the class with at least a B-.

This officially marked the beginning of my Spring Break a.k.a. The Week of Hibernation.

I planned on sleeping 70% of the time, catching up on my dramas 20% of the time, and eating for the remaining ten percent. It was truly a foolproof plan.

On the other hand, Jimin would soon head out to LAX, before jumping on a plane for fourteen hours back to South Korea. I was really excited for him as he would get to spend time with his friends and family and he was completing a few job interviews.

If all went well, he could potentially have a few job offers post-graduation and he could begin his career back home. Although I was incredibly excited for him, I was trying my hardest to remain positive and not express the thoughts that began forming at the back of my mind.

I genuinely wanted him to enjoy speaking with the companies and for him to receive offers...but a small part of me was worried about what this would me for 'us.'

I was already slightly confused about 'us' since we never officially labeled ourselves as being in a relationship. However, we spent so much time together, we went on countless dates, and -heck- we slept together! If that does not scream boyfriend and girlfriend then someone please point me in the right direction.

For the sake of the dilemma occurring in my head, I consider ourselves as 'in a relationship'. Which makes me nervous about what happens next. He will graduate in two months and there is a good chance he will move out of the country afterwards. What will happen then?

I exhale loudly and throw myself onto the mattress.

I bury my face in the pillow while letting out a silent scream.

My mood immediately calms once I inhale the faint fragrance lingering on the fabric..an earthy scent infused with a subtle sweetness. Jimin's cologne.

He slept over two nights ago and my pillow still smelled like him.

I squeeze it and breathe in deeply.

Just then I hear the doorbell.

Speak of the handsome devil, it must be Jimin.

He texted me earlier saying he would stop by and say goodbye before leaving. I had been so distracted in my thoughts that I forgot to respond.

I jump up and sprint towards the door.

I swing it open and see Jimin with a backpack and a carry on suitcase.

"Noooooo" I pout and pretend to close the door. "I refuse to accept that you are leaving me."

He chuckles softly.

"Anni, Jen don't be like that. It's only for a week. I'll be back asap."

"I know, I know. I'm just gonna miss you. I've gotten so used to seeing you a couple times a week so Ima miss your handsome face."

"Wow just my face?"

"No, I'll miss your abs too," I smirk.

"That's my girl," he jokes.

"The girl you are abandoning!" I retort, my eyes downcast.

He steps inside, placing his belongings by the dining table and walking back towards me.

"Jeeeeennn!" he half yells, attempting to conceal his amusement.

"Yes Park Jimin-ssi?" I reply.

"Stop acting like a stranger. I won't see you for one hundred and sixty eight hours! I won't stop thinking about you so just let me..."

He closes the distances between us and places a kiss on my forehead. Followed by a caress on my temples and another two on both of my cheeks.

The warmth and slight moisture from his plump lips against mine softens my expression completely.

"Joesonghabnida oppa. I just- I'm really going to miss you, that's all. But enough of that, sad Jen has left the building."

He beams at me and his half crescent smile practically makes my heart burst.

"So.. How much time do you have before you leave?" I ask quietly.

"Well my flight is in four hours and I know there's going to be a decent amount of traffic so I'll head out in thirty minutes."

The corners of my mouth turn upwards and I jump forward and plant a kiss on his mouth.

"Thirty minutes huh? I think I know how we can make the most of our time."

I wink and tug on his shirt, pulling him into the bedroom.