Collagesweethearts Stories

"You're late." Jimin looked up from the book in his hands. "I texted you." "I know." "And?" "...I was still going to worry." A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "You worry about me?" Y/N looked away, suddenly very interested in placing her keys on the kitchen counter. "Don't make a big deal out of it." "I wouldn't dream of it."