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"Shit," I groaned for probably the millionth time that night, and Jimin only shook his head beside me. I looked at him with a pathetic expression etched on my face.

"We've been here for two hours, Jungkook," Jimin breathed, putting a hand on his hip. I recalled how he came here with a smile on his face; it would suck if he left it with frustration and disappointment. The thought made me bite my lip.

"I can't balance myself for shit," I said, and he nodded his pink haired head as if to say Yeah, yeah. You've been saying that for the past two hours too. He let out a breath and trudged towards me again after resting beside a lamppost for the past five minutes. I looked straight ahead as he steadied my waist, and I hastily put my tired feet on the pedals once more.

The grass from the community's public park grazed my ankle. It was seven o'clock in the night, and stars dotted the black and purple sky overhead. A few people had been constantly looking at us, but I didn't mind them now — I felt more embarrassed around Jimin over these strangers.

"If you think you're going to fall on this side, try steering a bit towards the other side," he muttered. I nodded, trying so hard to let my mind process those directions. "You can do it."

I let out a breath. I gripped hard on the handlebars of Jimin's bike before pushing on a pedal; on the first five seconds of every try, I always felt reassured that I wasn't going to fall because Jimin held on to the small of my back as I went. But every time he lets go, I'd become a nervous wreck and would panic, causing my body to fall for the nth time on the dirt.

This particular scene happened again right now.

I looked up, feeling sorry for myself. This time Jimin didn't go away like he did last time, and instead he heaved me up and pushed me onto the bike's seat.

"I won't go anywhere until you learn to ride that damned thing," he said, his grip tightening around my body. "Don't do this for me; I really don't mind being here."

Do this for Lalisa. For what else would I do this for anyway?

C'mon Jungkook.

A beautiful boy should know how to ride a bike — Lalisa's words, not mine.

With grazes on my knees and dirt smears on my gray T-shirt, I pushed the pedals once more, trying hard to focus on my body instead of relying on Jimin's figure beside me. I wobbled but I kept on going; this park had a lot of ground for this bike to cover.

I kept on pedalling. I didn't even hear it when Jimin warned about his letting go.

Eventually...

My stomach dropped when I found myself riding the bike continuously. I'd done it. It felt magical, the way I kept my balance on this earth as the tires rolled above ground.

"Whoo!" I felt my eyes sting again, looking over at Jimin triumphantly as he flashed me a huge smile, clapping for me. I gripped the brakes then ran to him, pulling him into a hug.

"Woah, easy," Jimin giggled, but he hugged me back anyway, clapping his hand on my back before pulling away. "Does this make up for my previous asshole-worthy actions?"

I punched him lightly on the chest, my eyes slightly blurry from happy tears. "I got sensitive. Just don't say those things to me again," I said, making sure to make my tone light even if I was completely serious. "Anyway... Thank you so much, Jimin."

"Anytime, man." Jimin winked at me before he finally mounted his bike. "Make sure to ride home with Lalisa for me, 'kay?"

I laughed, a faint blush blossoming on my cheeks. "Sure."

He rode away.

I went home feeling light and victorious, and I pretty much just forgot what took place in our house this afternoon.

Without any negative thought bringing my night down, I made a mental note to buy Jimin some mochi, some other time. That'd be alright as a form of thanks, I think.

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teehee, idk what to write here.