jimins ♧ park jimin

iv

It was the next day when I finally went home, feeling slightly guilty about being rude to my best friend. I fumbled with my keys to get into the house and when I had opened the door a thump came from the other side. I peeked my head into the place finding my friend on the floor in front of the door, I had opened the door and hit him with it.

Jimin groaned as he rubbed his forehead. "I guess you're still mad at me?" he chuckled.

"I'm not anymore. I just needed time to sort a few things out."

"Glad you're home." He stood up from the floor and brushed off his jeans, he motioned me to come in.

"Are you going somewhere?" I asked.

"I was going to see you again, but you came home. Did you want to go to the food cart?"

"I want to talk to you actually.."

"What is it Number Two?"

I moved into the house and sat in my chair where I usually watched TV from, Jimin followed me and sat on the floor in front of me. 

"You don't have to marry me. We can't be forced together.

"Let's do it."

"Wait.."

"Let's get married."

"But you just-"

Jimin picked up his phone and put it to his ear. I tried to grab it away from him, but all he did was lean back to lay on the floor. I stood up and sat on his waist, fighting for his phone.

"Mom, how fast can you plan a wedding?"