• For you •

Chapter 14

"I hope not."

I giggled and hit his chest lightly. "Hey! What if I did end up loving someone else?"

"Don't even say that. It makes me sad," he said with a pout.

"Oh don't worry, I won't," I said sweetly as I leaned in.

We both leaned in and kissed, but this time it felt different. I brought my hands up to the back of his head and ran my fingers through his soft hair while he pulled me closer. The kiss was deep and passionate, but it was a loving kiss. It was filled with all of our emotions that we couldn't express. That made me want it to last longer. It seemed to last forever, but we eventually pulled away. Then the weirdest thing happened. He was crying, and so was I. At some point during the kiss, we both ended up crying. His eyes were glistening from the tears, and that made him seem angelic. He looked at me for a few seconds, probably staring at my tears too. Then he simply smiled his sweet innocent smile.

"We should get going."

"Yes, let's go."

We both got out of the bed and I went over to the drawers to pick out a decent outfit. But right before I reached them, he spoke up.

"I picked out an outfit for you already."

I glanced over to the other side of the bed and noticed a perfectly placed outfit. He had picked out my favorite pair of ripped jeans, a big blue sweater, and my sneakers. I gave him a quick smile before slipping my outfit on. He went with jeans and a striped sweater, and he looked adorable. Once we had both brushed our hair and looked presentable, we both headed towards the door to leave his room. I looked at it one more time, taking in everything about it. I remembered all the good times I had in there. I felt Jimin put his hand on my shoulder, which meant we had to go. I turned around and sighed before heading downstairs. We both got outside and headed to his car. We both took one last look at his house, before we drove off, leaving all the good memories behind.

The car ride there was silent. We didn't talk, didn't play music. I just held his hand more tight than ever as he drove. Luckily the airport was only thirty minutes away, so the drive there didn't take long. We finally arrived there, and I felt a wave of depression wash over me as soon as we parked. I just sat there, staring at the entrance. I don't want him to go in there, but it's too late now. I slowly opened the car door and opened the trunk to help him with his bags.

"Wow Jimin! How many clothes do you own?"

He smiled sheepishly at me as he started to grab some bags. "I own more then you think."

Once we had grabbed all his bags, we started to walk into the airport. I could feel tears coming to my eyes again, but I held them back. We looked at his ticket and looked for the right entrance. The airport was crowded like usual, so it took us a while to find the right place. But after about ten minutes of looking, we came up to the entrance. I set his bags down and turned to face him. He looked just as sad as I was. He set down the other bags, and we both hugged each other tightly. I had flashbacks to all the fun times we've had. I thought back to the first time we met. Our first kiss. The time he saved my life. We let go of each other, and we kissed each other goodbye.

"Goodbye, Jimin. I love you so much."

"Bye y/n. I love you more than anything."

I turned away and started to walk away, not wanting him to see me break down. But before I could walk away, he quickly grabbed my wrist. I turned around, surprised by it.

"What is it Jimin? Did you forget something?"

"Yes actually."

"Well what is it?"