Seo Jin's POV
Should I...? Or should I not...? I sighed and lied down on my bed.
"Going to the airport tomorrow?" My dad came into the room.
"Should I?" I asked.
"Do what your heart tells you to," My dad sat down next to me.
"I know... But... I don't know what my heart wants..." I sighed.
"I didn't know my daughter has this side," My dad chuckled.
"I know... I didn't know I have this side of me too..." I answered.
"What time is his flight?" My dad asked.
"Five in the morning," I turned to look at him.
"If you want to go, just sleep now," My dad said.
"Ani... I think I won't go..." I told him.
"Ne? Wae?" My dad asked.
"I... I need to move on, and if I go tomorrow, I'm scared I wouldn't be able to move on..." I said.
"It's afterall your choice," He said.
I sighed. After he left the room, my phone rang.
Jimin ♡, it read.
"Am I going to miss this...?" I touched his contact name, as if it was his face.
I picked up the call.
"Can we talk?" He asked.
"Yeah?" I replied.
"I... I'm sorry about just now... I was just hoping you would say something..." He said.
"It's okay," I couldn't help but smile slightly.
"It's okay if you have nothing to say. But I do have things to say, and I hope you'll bear with me," He told me.
"Go ahead," I answered.
"Don't interrupt me, alright? Remember our first time meeting? When I first saw you, I was like, 'Damn, I'm gonna make her mine.'. And I did it. I made you mine. But I let you go as well. But that's love, you know. If you truly love someone, you would let her go. Because you want the best for her. And so I did that. I blamed the world for a mistake I made. I started wallowing in self-pity. I kept asking myself why I let you go in the first place. Seo Jin ah... I can still feel your breath, as if you're still sleeping next to me right now. When you find someone new, make sure he watches all of your favorite movies, just like how I did. Make sure he holds you when you cry, just like how I did. Make sure he lets you tell him all your favourite parts even if you've seen it a million times, just like how I did. Make sure he sings to all your music while you dance to Purple Rain, like how I used to do. And when you stand in the dark just to dance, make sure he is the one dancing with you, make sure he lets you stand on his feet, just so you are around his height... I'm sorry I couldn't be better when we were one..." His voice slowly faded.
"Jimin... I wish you enough," I replied, holding back tears.
"Thank you for everything, I really mean it," He said.
And although he was a little far away, I swear I could hear his smile through the line. I smiled too. That night, we talked about anything and everything we could talk about. We reminisced the past, we laughed over the same jokes, we talked about our problems, just like how we used to.
After hours of talking, Jimin finally said, "You were a part of me that I know I would never forget. And thank you for making my teenage years so meaningful and unforgettable."
