Andante
/ɑːnˈdɑːn.teɪ/ | a piece of music that should be played quite slowly
It's been a while, and I barely recall your smile. Am I even on your mind?
It had been two weeks after he went away when you sat down inside his apartment, with a cup of warm tea in your hands as you were facing the man sitting across the dining table. Questions kept slipping out your lips without fail after they have occupied your thoughts for days, and he was there to answer them patiently, one question at a time. You stared into the eyes of your companion who was staring back at you with a warm gaze, talking to you with the most calming voice which had no effect on you as you were seated on the chair terribly anxious. How could you not? When you were sitting in Jimin's apartment, but the man you were facing at the time was not him.
"Hoseok," you asked him, "Is he really not contacting you too? Not even once?"
Hoseok smiled at you from across the table. The man was Jimin's childhood friend who moved in at the exact same day when Jimin left. He moved in as requested by Jimin, unable to refuse as his friend left with a message of, "Please keep an eye of my house, and keep ___ company while I'm gone. At least only until I come back."
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Over Again | Park Jimin (M) ✓
FanfictionSometimes all we need is closure from the past to be able to move on. Character / Genre: Park Jimin x You/Reader| Pianist!au, Artist!Reader, Slice of Life, Angst, Smut (Note: Completed)