-JIMIN POV-
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
I'm lying on my bed staring at the clock. It's just another day. I've been rolling over and staring at nowhere. 
Doesn't it hurt your back to lying down all day? The weather's so nice! Even the wind smells sweet!! 
What's so nice if you're alone? The spring I used to know is sweeter. 
Hey Jimin, how about playing outside?
No. I'm too old to be playing anymore. Wearing my thick eyeglasses I reach out my favorite book and lie comfortably on my bed.
Do you know why cherry blossoms is beautiful? 
Because it's pink.
Nope... it's because you're with me. 
I stopped flipping the pages of my book as I felt the warm gaze and cold wind that touches me gently. 
Sunlight streams throughout my window. 
Birds are chirping. 
I can hear my neighbors' chatting and laughing 
Even their dog barking.
It is indeed a nice weather. I suddenly want to go back to that park.
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I wore a simple white shirt and a black pants as I finally decided to go to the park. 
Cherry blossoms never disappoint me. 
One by one its petals are drifted by the wind making it more beautiful. It looks like a pink snowfall. I catch the falling petals with my palm.
"Woah". I heard a tiny gasp beside me. To my surprise, it's a cute little girl staring at me. "You want this?" I asked pointing at the petal. She nodded still staring.
"Yuna!" A lady's voice called. "S-sorry, did she bother you?" She worriedly asked. She held the kid's shoulder. "Ah, no it's okay." I said while waving my hand. The kid's stare never waver as she suddenly spoke to her mother, "Momma, I want to marry him!" She uttered full of confidence in a high pitched tone. It almost made me choke with my own saliva. 
Woah. Kids these days. 
She's so cute though.
"W-what are you even saying?!" Her mom seemed surprised too. "I-im sorry, she don't normally say these." She bowed as she apologized.
"O-oh no, it's okay... She's cute." I said and  messed her cute bangs. I couldn't help it when she's gawking at me like a cute little puppy. 
The kid's eyes widened and sparkle. "P-photo?!" She asked excitedly and hurriedly get something on her cute yellow puppy bag that kinda resembled her. 
I glanced at her mother asking what she means which she immediately understood. "Oh, She's so in love in taking photos and she wants to take photo with you." She said smiling. 
"Really?? So you're a young photographer." I asked. It was rare for a person to find their passion at very young age. I crouched down so we can have same eye level. She nodded excitedly when our eyes met, her eyes still sparkling. 
After a while...
"Momma, it won't open." She said frowning. "Oh, dear... You used up all its battery." Her mother uttered sadly after checking the camera. Yuna frowned more and she's on the verge of crying. "That's okay... Maybe we can just use my phone." I suggested to calm her down but when I checked my bag, it's not there. 
"Oh? Where's my phone?" I check my side and back pocket but it's not there too. "M-maybe I left it at home." I said apologetically while scratching my head as I looked at Yuna. 
The kid frowned more and her chin started trembling.  "Waaahhhhh.." She bawled. Her mother tried to calm her down but she won't stop crying "Baby... stop, it's okay," She mumbled and gently hugged the kid. A faint smile pursed my lips. 
I wondered if me and my mother had the same moments when I was a kid. 
I was only taken back to reality when she cried louder. I started to panic as well.  Some people gave us suspicious eyes as if we did something wrong to her. 'That's not what you think,' I wanted to tell them but that's not what important right now.
I looked around, and luckily, I noticed a young man lying on the grass with a camera beside him. Oh you're an angel, I thought. I fastly approached him but he seemed to be in deep thought and mumbling something. "Excuse me..."  I said but he didn't hear me.
"Uhm... Excuse me..." I called again, a little louder this time and gratefully, he then turned his head and looked at me finally. "By chance, are you a photographer?" I asked nervously. 
I saw how his eyes widened and it almost freaked me out. Why was he looking at me that way? He hastily get up still gawking at me. Was it a wrong idea of approaching him?
"OH IT'S YOU!!!" He said in surprise.
"I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU THE WHOLE DAY!"
Wait...what? He's waiting for me? Do I know this man?
"Me?" I asked confused.
(Yuna crying loudly)
Both of us look at her direction. I shrugged the unnecessary thoughts in my head and started explaining. "T-The thing is... that kid wants to take photo of me but her camera is dead, do you mind taking photo of us for her?" 
"O-Oh? Okay, sure." It seemed that calmed down and gave me a smile. Thank God, he seemed to be a good man. 
He grabbed his things, and carefully prepared his camera.
"Yuna!" I called.
"Look! He's a photographer..." I sit down in front of her to fix her hair. "He will take beautiful photo of us." I added.
Still sniffing and small hiccups, Yuna managed to stopped crying. 
-JUNGKOOK POV-
I try one shot on my camera as I walked towards them. 
*Camera flickered*
My camera captured the man sitting in front of the little girl and fixing her hair as cherry blossoms keep falling above them. The photo was candid but beautiful. I couldn't help a smile.
This man really can pull off anything without even trying.
He was a perfect muse.  
JIMIN POV:
Yuna was smiling happily after taking so many photos together. "Oppa... " She called me pulling my shirt. "Hm, why?" I bended over to get closer. "Ssaranghae" she said all suddenly and kissed me. She was all giggly when she fastly ran away.
I was just taken aback. Did she just stole a kiss from a grown up man? Jeez. 
"Hey! Yuna don't run so fast!" Her mother yelled, confused whether to run after or bowed goodbye first. "T-thank you so much & sorry to bother you, I owe you one" She said while running to catch up on her daughter.
"Pft.." I looked at the photographer. He's trying so hard to suppress his laughter.
As soon as he notices my gaze , he looked at me innocently with his doe-like eyes. "I'm sorry." He said filing suppressed a smile, "I'm Jungkook by the way." He uttered and offered a handshake which I hesitantly took.
"I'm Jimin. Nice to meet you."
-To be continued-
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Still With My Memories
FanfictionBOOK 1: "STILL WITH MY MEMORIES" is a story of finding and choosing love between present and the past. An ordinary love story it seemed, but it is not.
 
                                           
                                               
                                                  