wrong number | pjm.

20: Miss

You paused as you stared at Jimin, who was sitting on the chair opposite you and drinking a hot chocolate.

He smiled shyly at you as he rubbed the nape of his neck, raising his brows. "You missed me?"

You squeezed your eyes closed, slamming your head into the table. Jimin immediately shoved his drink aside and attempted to aid you, wrapping his hands around your head.

You felt your cheeks flush horridly, so in a weak attempt to remove his strangely strong arms, you pulled him closer. Exhaling, you whispered, "Let go of me, Jimin."

He hurried to pull his arms back and shot an eye smile, seizing your heart with ease. You nodded, "I missed you a lot, actually."

He grinned further, "I mean - who wouldn't? I'm Park Jimin after all."

"Are you on drugs, Jim? You're wearing a mask but disclosing your identity already."

He shrugged carelessly, "There must be a few Park Jimin's in Korea."

Mouth wide open, you got a spoon from the side of the table and hit his head. Tutting, you sipped your fruity lemonade. 

"So..." 

"I'm not dead," he said, happily.

You looked him up and down, "You sure aren't."