forgotten || [p.jm]

9

"after being friends for a while, you never really told me your name."

"uhm....."

i wanted an excuse. with him knowing my name, our friendship could be at risk. of course, he would then know who i am.

"i always tap you and say 'hey' without really know who you are. i know we're friends, but i just wanna know your name."

"it's.... hana. park hana."

knowing it's a nickname of mine from my family, hana is my open identity to jimin. knowing my name is [name] will be just hidden to him.

smiling, he responds:

"that name is pretty. it means flower in japanese, right? but we're korean."

"my parents went to japan before i was born... and as soon as i was born, they would call he 'hana' all the time."

"impressive."

"yeah, pretty much."

after, nothing but silence and awkwardness filled the air.

"but, didn't your parents usually were the ones who told you that?"

"what?"

"i'll see you, park hana."

he bids a farewell with a wave. and the funny thing is, i didn't pay any attention to what he had said before i replied him. weird boy.