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JIMIN nervously stands on the terrace of park güell at the top of carmen hill. surrounding the terrace is a long bench in the form of a serpent covered in colorful pieces of mosaic. there are easily hundreds of people at the park, it being a popular tourist attraction. the top of the marble staircase leading up to the terrace offers jimin a beautiful view of barcelona and the bay, making it all worth it.
trotting up the stairs, jimin notices amelia's wavy brown locks bouncing off her shoulders. she seems tired. it makes sense considering she just left work. nevertheless, she seems just as beautiful as ever. jimin slightly smiles at her, before making sure his black-and-white striped shirt is wrinkle-free and his hair is perfectly combed.
"hola," jimin smiles at a breathless amelia. her eyebrows shoot up at his accent, pleasantly surprised. it's gotten better.
"hola," she giggles back.
"wanna sit?" jimin asks, gesturing to a nearby bench in a more private area.
amelia nods as she follows him. "no more spanish?"
"it all depends on what hoseok's taught me," jimin chuckles as they sit down. his eyes trail over to amelia who's admiring the view of the spanish city. the setting sun paints the sky in an array of orange, pink, and yellow tones. but jimin has a way better view next to him.
"no matter how many times i come here, the view never fails to take my breath away," amelia admits, her eyes completely enthralled with wonder.
"same," jimin mindlessly replies, not even thinking twice.
"you've been here before?" amelia asks in confusion, tearing her gaze away from the view. jimin finds it endearing how her nose scrunches up when she's confused.
"nope," jimin replies in all honesty, smirking slightly. amelia avoids his gaze, her cheeks burning. she knows what he meant. she had no idea jimin was such a flirt.
"why did you invite me here?"
jimin's heart starts to thump loudly at amelia's question. there's so many things he wants to say, but he's at a loss for words as amelia's expectant gaze pierces at him. it's time to turn to plan b.
taking a paper out of his leather jacket, he quietly hands it over to amelia. puzzled, she reads it over while jimin waits for her reaction. her hands suddenly fall to her lap with the paper in them.
"i don't understand, jimin," amelia mutters, her eyes glossy and voice uneasy. this is all so unexpected and sudden to her.
"we bought the building. the bakery is safe, amelia," jimin explains, softly placing his hand over amelia's.
"how?" amelia quietly asks. her eyes flutter over to see jimin's hand over hers. she doesn't mind it.
"my father, hoseok, and i pitched in. we'd be investors for you and fernando. actually, we talked it over with fernando for permission. i hope you're not mad that i didn't talk to you. i just really wanted to surprise you."
"why?" amelia inquires, staring deep into jimin's eyes which radiate nothing but kindness.
"why what?"
"why are you taking such a risky chance on me? this is, and no offense, absolutely crazy," amelia says, completely baffled by jimin's gesture.
"i see something in you, amelia," jimin replies, softly rubbing his thumb against her hand.
"what could you possible see in me?" amelia bitterly laughs.
"i see someone with real talent and determination, even though i was too stupid to see it at first. i see someone who works hard and who's done so much after being given so little. i see someone who wants to continue a legacy."
"jimin-"
"i'm not done yet," jimin interjects, to which amelia simply nods. "i see someone beautiful. i see someone smart. i see someone kind. i see someone strong. i see someone i'd like to be with-"
"jimin," amelia interrupts, a teary-eyed smile on her face. jimin pipes down. "kiss me."
without hesitating, jimin places his free hand behind amelia's ear and his plump lips on hers. they both smile into the kiss, finally uniting with the person who understands them most. amelia inches closer to him as the kiss grows more passionate.
"¡permiso!"
the pair immediately separates at the sound of a nagging voice, spotting a mother with a little girl holding her hand. amelia and jimin awkwardly look at the ground to avoid the woman's scrutinizing gaze. huffing a few words that amelia wouldn't feel comfortable translating, the woman storms off with her daughter.
"well then," jimin sheepishly laughs. they both remain silent, still taking in what just happened between them.
"thank you," amelia finally says, staring at the pavement. "for everything. i can't even begin to express how grateful i am to have met you."
"i could say the same thing about you. you've given my already-planned-out life meaning and adventure."
"then stay," amelia says, turning around to fully face jimin. she grasps his small hands. "there's an extra room in the second floor. you can move in there. i'm just down the hall... please, run the bakery with me... i need you."
"¿por qué limón y sal?" jimin suddenly asks, tilting his head to the side. his pink locks droop slightly over his forehead. carefully, amelia brushes some of it off to the side. jimin keeps his eyes on her as she does so. she can feel herself blushing.
"porque la comida se prepara con amor. y el amor es como el limón y la sal- algo que hace que las cosas sepan más ricas. puede ser dulce, pero puede tener sus momentos agrios y difíciles. así yo veo el amor, pues lo transmito a mi comida."
jimin stares at her. getting lost in her eyes that appear to hold galaxies in them. due to his silence, amelia asks if she needs to translate for him, but he simply shakes his head.
jimin presses his lips against her's once again, this time taking her by surprise. she gives in nonetheless. amelia melts into the kiss, taking this as jimin's answer to her proposition.
amelia's right. love is like lemon and salt. and that describes their relationship perfectly. jimin and amelia despised each other at first, but then they soon realized that they made each other better. that they went well together.
