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Reminisce | 3

Park Jimin “I found myself falling more in love with you as I grew older.” You and Jimin were childhood best friends until you had to move away. As years passed and you both aged, the separation between your friendship deepen and you never heard from him again. More than a decade passed and you suddenly stumble upon the man who you never stopped thinking about. Word Count: 4,210 Italics = flashback (Y/F/N) = Your Full Name

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I will be updating less frequently bc school is starting again and I know i will not have time to update )): im sorry, but i am tremendously happy for all the love and support for my stories so far

“Why don’t you come back to my place? It’s late and I don’t think you have the keys to your own house. My apartment is only a city over.” The bright digital numbers read 2:08 AM. Jimin’s hands were shoved into his pockets as you both waited for a taxi to drive by.

You sighed, your breath visible in front of you. He was right. You had no way to get into your dad’s house and you were unsure if he was even home. If he was, you didn’t have the heart to wake him up. “You don’t mind?”

“As long as you don’t mind spending another couple of hours with me.” Jimin chuckled and hoisted your suitcases into the arriving vehicle. He followed you into the car and you rested your head against the window.

You felt something brush against your right hand. You didn’t check what it was because you knew what it was. Jimin’s hand slyly rested under yours and he loosely intertwined your fingers. You blushed and thanked the darkness for concealing the red mess on your cheeks.

Jimin dragged you into the elevator and pulled you to his door when you arrived at his floor. The building was tall and fancy, like one of those hotels your family and Jimin’s family used to stay in on vacations.

“I want to share a room with (Y/N)!” Jimin was nine and you were seven at the time. He was beginning to show signs of growth while you were still very much a child.

Both of your families had planned a trip to Hawaii and stayed at one of those big, expensive hotels with two pools and an ocean view. The carpet was patterned and soft underneath your toes. The beds were big and their sheets smelled like coconut.

“(Y/N) is a girl and you are a boy, Jimin. A girl needs her own personal space.” Jimin’s father slid the key card into the door of his room. Jimin pouted and wouldn’t let go of your small hand.

He viciously pulled you into the room and helped you up on one of the gigantic mattresses. “Do you want to share a room with me?” He asked you quietly.

You giggled and hugged him tightly. “Mhm.” You nodded excitedly. You liked being with Jimin. He was your close friend and he made you really happy. At seven, you were unsure what these feelings really meant. You only knew that you wanted him to stay with you.

“Okay, then we will. We can have this bed to ourselves.” He pulled away from the hug and tucked you into the soft covers. He joined you soon after you were set. “Does your mommy give you a kiss goodnight?”

You nodded and smiled. “Does yours?” He nodded as well. “How about I give you a kiss goodnight and you give me one? I think my mommy is still downstairs and your daddy went to the bathroom.”

“That sounds good.” Jimin laid down next to you and kissed you on the cheek. “Goodnight, (Y/N).”

You giggled once more and kissed his cheek. “Goodnight, Jimin.”

Jimin’s apartment was majority empty. If you didn’t know he lived here, you would’ve thought no one lived here at all. His furniture was simple and tidy. The smell of the apartment was his though. It smelled like Jimin’s musky cologne. He tossed his luggage into his room.

There was only one bedroom and one bathroom. It was comfortable, for him at least. There was no way a group of 3 could live cozy in the small area.

“I can sleep on the couch. My sheets are washed, so they’re clean. I haven’t touched the bathroom since I left, so it’s clean as well. Make yourself at home, I guess.” He fluffed out the pillows on the small sofa.

“It’s okay. I can sleep on the couch. It’s your house, Jimin. You should be sleeping in your own bed.” You laughed. His eyebrow went up and you knew what he was thinking. Whenever you slept over at his house, you absolutely refused to sleep on the couch. You always slept with Jimin in his bed.

“You? On the couch? Are you sure?”

“Positive.” Awkward tension filled the air and you locked yourself in his bathroom to escape it.

The couch was immensely uncomfortable. Without the lights on, his living room was pitch black. You couldn’t adjust your eyes on any source of light. Checking the time, you groaned at the sight of 3:44 AM. Jimin had gone to sleep about 15 minutes ago. It was a long night, so he must’ve fallen asleep.

You folded the blankets neatly on the sofa and re-positioned the pillows to their previous display. You carefully walked towards his room, trying very hard not to make a sound. His door was open and you saw his breathing figure cuddled up in his white sheets.

His room had no mark of his own. It was like any other room. His bottles of cologne scattered his desk, along with some other products. You tiptoed over to the other edge of his bed. Slowly lifting up the covers, you slid into his warmth. You were tense, afraid that he would wake up.

After a few seconds of reassurance, you relaxed and closed your eyes. His mattress shaped your body line well, unlike the couch, and you were so ready to drift into your dreams. The entire day was a tiring mess and you were incredibly exhausted.

Suddenly, the bed shifted and Jimin’s body was pressed against your back. His heat engulfed your chilled body and his arm lazily wrapped around your waist. His forehead rested against the back of your shoulder.

“Took you long enough.” He mumbled.

You turned around to face him. His eyelids were over his eyes, but his lips were curved up into a smirk. “Were you expecting me or something?”

“Yeah. (Y/F/N) doesn’t settle for the couch.”

“Did I wake you?” You whispered. Jimin’s eyes slowly fluttered open. You panicked and quickly shut yours. You had to act like you weren’t just admiring his cute sleeping face.

You heard him laugh a little. He grabbed your arms and placed them around his shoulders. You felt his raw skin underneath your fingertips. His strong arms wrapped around your lower waist, pulling you towards him. “No, I was awake waiting for you.”

The moment was very intimate and sweet. You wished he could hold you forever and time would stop to capture this very scene. “I missed you so much.” You blurted out into his collarbone.

“I missed you too, babygirl.” Your heart burned at the name. Everything was confusing. You were unsure how Jimin felt about you, but he knew that you felt something for him. You didn’t know if these simple actions were merely being over analyzed in your head, or if he did feel the same about you. Either way, you loved every second of it. He wasn’t officially yours, but he was all yours right now.

You’ve always imagine something like this, so you tried to savor every minute of it. You prayed that morning wouldn’t come so soon and the universe was on your side, just for this one time.

You woke up to the sound of someone's ringtone. Jimin turned over to pick up, his warmth escaping you quickly. His deep, raspy morning voice filled the silence.

"Hello?" You groaned quietly at the absence of his arms. Curling back against his body, you pushed your face into the side of his bicep. He welcomed you, casually, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and drawing you close.

"Yeah. I know. I should've called, yeah, I got it. But you knew I was coming back-- alright. Okay, don't be upset." Jimin spoke with annoyance. All the while, he was subconsciously draw small circles on your hip bone.

You peered up at the preoccupied man. His hair represented a birds’ nest, parts of his hair pointing up and his forehead exposed. His eyes were closed, but his phone was pressed closely to his ear. His collarbones pushed against his fair, raw skin. His complexion contrasted the pure white bed sheets. His red lips were plump and pressed together. You had such a strong desire to kiss his beautiful morning state.

However, a woman's voice ranted angrily through the receiver and Jimin was obviously distraught. "I know, Mom. I forgot and I got distracted--"

You impulsively grabbed the phone out of Jimin's hand and pressed it against your ear. Jimin's eyes shot open and he looked puzzling at you. "Hello Mrs.Park, it's (Y/N)! We haven't spoken in such a long time."

She sounded confused, but it slowly registered to her that you were the small girl that was her son's prized companion when he was younger. "My dear, I didn't know you were coming into town! How have you been? It has been so long. How's your mother? Where are you staying?"

She was bombarding you with so many questions. All you wanted was alone time with Jimin, who merely admired your bare face lazily. "I spent the night at Jimin's apartment. I'll catch up with you soon, I'm coming over to see my Dad later today."

"Alright, dear. I'll see you then." You quickly hung up after wishing her a goodbye and threw Jimin's phone somewhere on the plush bed.

"Good morning, sunshine." Jimin greeted.

"Can I kiss you?" You went straight for it. No more beating around the bush. Even if he denied the request, you were still satisfied with the nightly cuddles.

He looked at you, shocked at the sudden question. His lips slowly turned into a smirk and his eyebrow rose, "not even a good morning, kiddo?"

He was back with the platonic nicknames. You sighed and saw your chances were slim. Slightly getting up, you planned on getting ready for the day. However, he pulled you back down and you hovered over him. "Well, aren’t you going to kiss me?" He whispered and you leaned down.

Your heart was beating quickly as you drew closer to his sweet escape. Inexplicable words filled your heart, waiting to burst at any moment. It was finally happening. The kiss that has been harboring for more than a decade. The kiss that the younger you always tried to achieve.

Your lips met, barely grazing on top of one another. His lips soft and plushy. His breath steady against your cheek. It was only a peck, you pulled away fast after contact.

Jimin laughed after the small kiss and drew you into a hug. "That was so cute." He smiled against your temple as your face turned colors. Obviously embarrassed, you buried your head into the blankets. You felt his slobbery kisses paint your forehead. Laughing, you pushed at his chest to stop him.

He held on tight though. You couldn’t escape his strong arms. Innocent giggles bounced off his bedroom walls. Jimin suddenly came to a halt and blinked at you. “What?”

“Remember how I use to cheer you up by tickling you?” He inquired. You nodded. Those were torturous, but sweet moments.

You hated preschool because you always missed your parents. You were one of those kids that cried every morning at drop off. The ones that wrapped their short arms around their mom’s leg and sobbed without caring who heard.

The grudge that they left you there for the entire day lingered with you. When they picked you up, you’d angrily cross your arms and frown. “You left me there!” You whined.

Everyday after preschool, you needed to pick up Jimin from elementary school. Your mom always used that against you. “If you don’t stop whining, we are not going to see Jimin. We are going to go straight home.”

That only made your lips quiver and you bursting into tears. You eventually caught on that that was never an actual option. You were Jimin’s ride home.

Even though you were a crying mess every time Jimin entered the car, he always made the effort to cheer you up. To make you laugh at least once was his goal. To do that, that meant he needed to tickle you. He knew all your weak points and tickling you never failed to put a smile on your face.

Jimin greeted your mom happily when he entered your car and buckled up next to your car seat. He sighed, “hello to you too, cry baby.”

“I’m not a cry baby!” You said, while crying. He smiled and spoke over your wails.

“Here comes the tickle monster!” He laughed as he gently tickled your sides. You fell into a fit of giggles and he didn’t stop until hiccups formed.

“Are you better, kiddo?” The 8 year old boy questioned. You nodded eagerly and the smiles never left your youthful face. “Good. I hate seeing my favorite girl cry. I like it when she smiles.”

“I meant it when I said I liked seeing you smile.” He picked up your chin and you rolled your eyes.

“Shut up, Jimin.” You groaned and kicked off the sheets. He followed you into the bathroom and hugged you from behind. He snuggled his head into the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply.

The intimacy continued and you fell crazy into confusion. Then, Jimin’s teeth grazed across your exposed skin and sucked roughly. Your eyes widen at the action as you watched him in the mirror. His eyes were closed and his plump lips wrapped around a small spot on your neck.

“Jimin!” You pushed him away and a deep, purple mark appeared. The prominent mark did not go away no matter how hard you rubbed at it. “I have to go see my dad today!”

“It’s not like he doesn’t know who I am.” He smirked and prepped his toothbrush.

“Am I suppose to tell him I’m sleeping with you now?” You sarcastically shot at him.

Shrugging, the nonchalant boy leaned against the door frame watching you frantically trying to rub away the mark. “I mean you did.”

“Sleep as in I’m hooking up with you.” You rolled your eyes again.

That made him laugh loudly. “We won’t rush into those things.”

“Jimin, what are you implying?”

“Nothing. We’re friends, (Y/N). Best Friends.” Jimin emphasized on “best”.

Disappointment dropped to your stomach. It churned at your foolishness at believing you were something more than that. He was ultimately messing with you, teasing you. However, there was nothing you needed to hide anymore.

Your secret of your crush was out. You could ask for the wildest things and he’d still allow you to do it. So, you let him have his fun, since he let you have yours.

“Why do you live in an apartment when your parents live a city away?” You asked as Jimin cruised out of the complex’s parking lot. His car was another representation of his apartment --- neat and empty. The familiar musky scent filled your lungs when you had entered the vehicle.

“Because the studio I work with is a couple blocks down the street and I can’t bring women home whenever I would like to my parent’s house.” He smirked as he swiftly turned the steering wheel. You two sat in silence for majority of the trip and Jimin had turned on some soft tunes to ease the tension. However, the burning question pondered in your head.

“So you bring women back to your apartment?” The fact that he brought other women to his apartment irritated you. It was the irrational side of you thinking, letting your crush for him think for you. He was a grown, young man. An attractive young man, who probably gets lonely from time to time. Even if he did say he didn’t have a girlfriend, he never said that he wasn’t sexually active.

“You jealous?” He chuckled. He drove with one hand on the wheel and his elbow resting on the center console.

Right on cue, your phone rang. Pilot Kim’s ID flashed on your screen and you looked up to see Jimin eyeing the device from the corner of his eye. “Hello?”

“Hey (Y/N). It’s me. I was wondering if you’re free later tonight. I still want to treat you to a drink.” The sweet man offered.

“Pilot Kim---”

“Please, call me Taehyung.” He interjected your response.

“Taehyung, I would love to take that offer. However, I am unsure whether my father wants to have dinner with me tonight.” You spoke formally and professionally with him. He was your superior and you needed to respect him.

Jimin fidgeted at your side. He periodically checked your facial expressions as you spoke with Taehyung. Once he heard the deep, husky male voice, he was all ears.

“Oh I totally understand your visiting family. I’m free all night, even into the later hours.” Taehyung persisted. You bit your lip and failed to find any more excuses.

Jimin casually interrupted you as you both pulled into your old neighborhood, “Do you know if your dad’s home?”

“Jimin!” You scolded him. You wanted Jimin’s existence to be as discreet as possible. You didn’t want to explain anything to any of your colleagues.

“Are you with someone, (Y/N)?” Taehyung asked quickly.

You sighed and glared at the boy with the prized smile on his face, “yeah. I’m with an old friend right now.”

“Sorry. I’ll leave you alone, but if you are still up for drinks, just hit me up.”

“Of course, thank you.” You hung up and lightly punched Jimin.

“Ow! What was that for?” He parked into his parent’s driveway and turned off the engine.

“’Do you know if your dad’s home?’” You mocked childishly. Rolling your eyes, you hastily unbuckled your seat belt.

“What? Was he your boyfriend?”

“No, I told you I don’t have one.” You crossed your arms.

“Then what’s the big deal?”

“I don’t want to explain to any of my colleagues as to why some guy’s voice randomly appeared in the middle of my phone call with my co worker.” You were about to step out of the car, but Jimin pulled you back in.

“What would you even need to explain?” He urged. You blinked at him for a few moments and soften your hard expression.

“N-Nothing.” You nervously stammered. You mentally slapped yourself for assuming --- once again --- that you two were anything more than friends.

Sure he knew about your feelings for him, but it didn’t change the fact that you two were not together.

“I’m sorry, bud. I shouldn’t have rudely interrupted you like that. It’s a bad habit of mine.” Jimin never use to have that habit when you were friends with him. Maybe he adapted it when you left. You didn’t give it much thought because the old Jimin resurfaced. Jimin was always sincere and never wanted to truly upset you.

You saw that Jimin wasn’t entirely a flirt. Jimin was still there. He was still thriving underneath the new playfulness. So vulnerable and loving.

“It’s okay. I overreacted, like always.” You ruffled his perfect sweep of hair and climbed out of his car. He followed you out and you crossed over to your old house.

“I don’t think he’s home.” You said after ringing the door bell for the third time. A frown evidently appeared on your face and Jimin rubbed your shoulders to console you.

“He might be at work. Let’s go see my parents first. I bet Mom is dying to see you after knowing your back.” He walked you over and unlocked the doors to his house.

“Mom? Dad? I’m home. I also brought a guest.” He yelled into the empty space. Everything was exactly like how you remembered it.

The familiar women appeared from their kitchen. She smiled brightly at you and opened her arms to embrace your small figure. Jimin’s mom had aged only slightly. “My dear, my sweet sweet child. You’ve grown up to be such a beautiful young lady.” She tasseled your hair out of your face and caressed your smooth skin.

“Thank you. You still look like how I remembered you, not a day over 30.” You complimented and she laughed happily.

“I missed you so much. It’s so nice to know you’re back.”

“I won’t be staying for long though.”

“You’re not?” Both Jimin and his mother asked at the same time. Both with curious and widened eyes.

You nodded and gently squeezed his mother’s hands. “I have to go back in the next 3 days. I’m a flight attendant, so I would need to go back with my airline.”

“Then what are we doing here hanging out with my mom?” Jimin blurted out and received a small smack on his arm from his mother.

“A flight attendant, that’s nice. Jimin travels a lot too.” Her smile never leaving her face. Jimin groaned and wrapped his arm around your lower waist. His mother’s eyes followed and stayed at his resting arm.

You uncomfortably wiggled out of his grip, but it didn’t work. “Mom, she doesn’t want to know the boring life I live.”

“Alright. You can tell her yourself. I’ll stop mentioning it.” She sighed and you hurried to ask about your absent father.

“Do you know when my dad will be home?”

“He comes home around 5 PM. Are you hungry? I can make your favorite.” She walked back into the kitchen and Jimin dragged you along.

“I’m fine, thank you.” You declined politely as Jimin hurriedly up the stairs to his old bedroom. It was filled with cardboard boxes and old clothes scattered on the floor. A full mattress sat in the position of his old twin one. “What is this life that you claim is boring, Park Jimin? Getting a new girl every night and traveling does not sound anything along those lines.”

He plopped onto the springy bed and lazily gazed at you as you spoke. “Have I ever told you I love it when you call me by my full name?”

“You use to hate it.” You reminded him.

“Park Jimin! Park Jimin!” You blew a raspberry in his grumpy face.

“My name is Jimin! Stop calling me by my full name!” The young boy demanded.

You crossed your arms, “you don’t pay attention if I call you Jimin. Park Jimin always gets your attention.”

“That’s because I hate being called by my full name.” Jimin rolled his eyes and walked out of your bedroom.

“I think it sounds catchy.” You smiled and followed after him, singing his name.

“Stop! I hate it!” He groaned and covered his ears.

“Why? I like it. Park reminds me of the park and how we always have fun at the park. Jimin, hm...uh..” you tapped your chin in thought, “.. it reminds me of you! And how you’re my bestest friend.”

“Bestest isn’t a word, dummy.” A small smile appeared on his squishy, small face. His anger obviously decreasing.

“Well, it’s a word to me and that’s what I’m going to use to describe you, Park Jimin.” You sassed and he, in response, tackled you into a big hug.

“Key word, use to.” He clarified. “I also don’t have a new girl every night, that would be too much work.”

“I didn’t know someone like you needed to put in work.” You shaded him, enough for him to get the message. You wondered around the old room and scanned the past memories on the walls.

“Only slightly.” You scoffed at that answer.

“Why do you travel so often?” You asked.

“I’m a choreographer, so I travel back and forth a lot.” You stopped and stared at him.

“You’re a choreographer? What happened to firefighter Jimin?”

Jimin popped up and walked up to you. “Firefighter Jimin died after he realized he was afraid of fire.” Both of you laughed, the sounds of giggles mixed together harmoniously. “How did you become a flight attendant? What happened to becoming a princess?”

You scoffed and flicked his forehead. “I found out I really loved travelling after I left here and got on the airplane. I had friends doing it at the time, so I decided that I should give it a try. Also, I can’t be a princess, that’s just impossible.”

“Well, you can be my princess... you’re a princess to me.” Jimin smiled. You blinked at him, confused at how genuine that had sounded.

“Jimin... stop playing around..” Jimin stepped closer until you backed up against his wall.

Jimin tilted his head slightly and slowly intertwined your fingers together. “(Y/N).. my dear.. I wish I was just playing..”

He leaned in and his plush lips fell gently against your own. You squeezed your eyes shut and his small hands traveled up to caress your face. Fingers dangled loosely around his wrists, precipitation forming at your palms, and every movement set in slow motion. It was the perfect scene for the perfect kiss, much different than the small peck from this morning.

Kissing Jimin was reviling and refreshing. The feeling was equivalent to finishing a marathon, or a tedious exam. The thing that you most desired was finally happening. You were kissing your best friend, Park Jimin.

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