red tu·lips
/red ˈt(y)o͞oləp/
1. the state of being in love
2. perfect love
3. irresistible love or a person's belief in true love
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Hwayoung
"Hey stranger," I smiled genuinely as I stepped into the record store and spotted Jimin organizing a few albums.
"Hwayoung." Jimin turned around with a small smiled playing on his lips. "How are you? You didn't answer last night when I called." He frowned.
"I know, I'm sorry," I sighed as I stepped closer to where he stood until I was right in front of him. "Hobi and I ended up talking for hours. I didn't realize how late it was until I checked my phone, and that's when I saw your missed call but it was too late to call," I rambled until he chuckled at me.
"It's okay, Hwayoung. You don't owe me any explanations," he cleared his throat and cocked his head to the side. It almost seemed like the words that had just rolled off his tongue irked him. "So you stayed talking for hours then?" Jimin questioned as he carefully placed more albums on their designated spots.
"Yeah, I missed him," I smiled fondly as I thought of last night.
"Right." He nodded his head. "Well, do you need anything?" He turned around to face me again, but I couldn't read his gaze.
"I just wanted to see you," I grinned at him.
"Why?" His face carried a stoic expression, making my bright smile falter.
"Uh, because I missed spending time with you?" I stated, but it sounded more like a question. "Jimin what's wrong? You've been weird since yesterday." I frowned.
"I just- It's nothing," he coughed and showcased a faux smile.
"Tell me." I boldly reached out for his hands as a means to comfort him.
He swiftly looked down at our interlaced fingers and merely examined our interlocked hands, making me feel insecure over my gesture.
I pulled away and looked down at my shoes. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that."
He was silent for a few seconds before his left hand reached for my right.
"Let's get out of here," he let out.
"What about your job?"
"Jungkook's problem." Jimin shrugged. "I've been covering his ass these past two weeks, he owes me."
"Jimin, how about I stay here with you. We'll spend the day together, here. We'll play our favorite vinyls as you occasionally attend customers. We'll eat food with our favorite songs playing in the background." I smiled dreamily. "A place doesn't make a moment special, we do." My hands tightened around his cute ones, hoping I convinced him.
His eyes softened significantly as he gazed at mine.
"Okay," Jimin smiled. "I just know I want to spend the day with you."
I heard those words escape his plump lips, and I almost melted.
As he elicited that response from me, I knew I was already in trouble.
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hellOoooo! sooooo,,,, red tulips has 1k reads?????? WHAT IS THIS WHAT IS LIFE WHAT IS EVERYTHING IM- THANK U THANK U THANK UUUU!!!!!🤍
i really hope u're all liking it!!!!! this chapter was so special to me 'cause damn hwayoung is such a baby; i love her!!!!
anyway okok sorry, i'll let u form ur own opinions of her hehe. though i do hope u're liking her as much as i do :)
happy thursday. next chapter will be up today too because i'm so grateful and bedujdzis okay i'll shut up hehe
