Under the Cherry Tree

perfume

(a/n: I love black cats way to much)

Minjimi ran into the small town hospital, almost slipping and ramming into the front counter. "Park Jimin...what room is he?" Minjimi panted, the nurse eyeing her, "are you family?"

"He's my best friend, what room."

"We need to see slips, ma'am."

"I am the daughter of Han family, Han Minjimi and I order you to tell me which room Park Jimin is in." She slightly leaned over the table, watching as fear struck into the woman's eyes. One good thing about being rich, you can use money against anyone. She pulled out a piece of paper, writing something down onto it and giving it to her. Room 35.

Minjimi ran to the side room and rushed in, counting down the rooms until she reached it, barging in carelessly. She shoved past a doctor, putting the note blindly into their hands and grabbing ahold of Jimin's hand, his eyes slowly opening to look at her. "Minnie..."

"Jimin! What did you do? Why are you here?" She looked him up and down, the covers tucked up against his body, Jimin slightly laughing. "I pissed off a farmer."

She lightly hit his shoulder grinning, "I stopped being your friend so you wouldn't keep getting into trouble."

"It was Jeongguk's idea."

"Of course." She chuckled, resting her head onto his shoulder, "how's that Seokjin guy?" Jimin suddenly asked, Minjimi looking back at him furrowing her brows. "What do you mean?"

"He came to me asking what scent you really liked. I told him you really love the smell of fresh cookies out of the oven. Apparently he bought a really expensive perfume for you." Jimin explained, Minjimi's heart faltering for a moment. "W-what?" She chuckled nervously. "I think he likes you." Jimin winked, Minjimi tightened her grip on Jimin's hand, guilt flowing through her like a river. He really did spend money he didn't have on her.

"Shit..." she whispered, "will you be okay here?" Minjimi asked, Jimin nodding confused, "good, I have to go visit somebody." She got up, kissing his forehead as a luck charm and running back out of the room.

Racing out of the hospital building, she ran past blue mustangs of rich boys and run down brick buildings with flickering neon lights barely hanging onto their places that seemed as though one harsh gust of wind would blow it down, disappearing into the woods behind the apple orchard and through the trees till she reached the field of the cherry trees.

Blossoms glittered the grass like snow, catching her breath while walking towards her specific tree. Slumping against it, Minjimi ran her hand through her hair trying to think about where Seokjin could've gone. While she thought, more blossoms littered her hair, dandelion tufts sticking to the edge of her baggy brown pants, little ants crawling around her hands but she paid no mind to it, she bit her strawberry colored lips. The town wasn't big, but it wasn't small either, making this a lot harder on her.

A hand ran through her hair and she almost screamed, slapping her hand over her mouth and looking up, Seokjin chuckled squatting down, carefully pulling blossoms from her raven colored hair. "I was just going to find you..." she muttered. "You'd never be successful." Seokjin smiled.

"Shut up," she hissed, her face changing a moment later, "do you still have that perfume? The one you tried to gift me?"

"Yeah." He reached into his pocket, holding it out in his open palm to her, "here."

She eyed him suspiciously and reached to grab it, but he pulled his hand back making her miss. He smirked, and she scoffed, he held it back out, and she reached for it again.

Seokjin pulled back, but Minjimi was still reaching for it, leaning in to grab it from him, but they collided into each other.

Their lips pressing against each other's.

Minjimi's eyes widened, her hand still reached out for the perfume, their bodies frozen in place other than their lips. Minjimi couldn't help but find herself moving her lips with his, collecting herself and pulling away.

They stared at each other, Seokjin handed the perfume to her and this time allowed her to have it.

"You made me kiss you...ugly bastard..." Minjimi muttered, picking up the perfume. Seokjin chuckled, "I'm going to take you out on a date. Meet me here tomorrow in the afternoon, okay? You don't have to dress up." Seokjin stood up and strolled off.

Minjimi scowled, but softened after he left out of view. She bit her lip, looking down at the perfume, she couldn't hold back a little smile that creased her lips.

She puckered her lips and gently kissed the small glass perfume bottle.