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You could tell he was trying so hard not to smile as he watched the world whiz by through the train window. He always claimed there was something comforting about being miserable on a miserable day. Every inch of you refused to believe that.
Sitting across from him, you lightly tapped your knee against his. The corner of his lip twitched, but didn’t dare give into that smile.
“Are you still thinking about it?” you asked, titling your head in hopes to meet his gaze.
He spared you a quick sidelong glance before returning to the window. With his chin resting in his palm, he muttered, “No.”
He couldn’t seriously expect you to believe that. A small sigh escapes your lips as the conductor announces the next stop, informing the riders that it was only minutes away. You tugged on the free hand resting upon his thigh. “Come on, this is our stop.”
Though the rest of his face was crumpled with worry, the little curious gleam in his eyes told a different story. A smirk attempted to rest upon your lips, but you refused it, knowing that if he knew you were on to him, he’d demand you’d both return home.
You led him to the exit as the train came to a smooth, shrieking stop. Hopping off, you navigated your bodies through the crowds, heading for the station exit.
“Are you ever going to tell me where we’re going?” He asked, shuffling as you dragged him behind you.
You raised a brow at him, a notion that always earned a small grin, and answered, “You’ll see when we get there.”
He tried and failed to hide his smile. You knew he desperately wanted to just bask in his misery, but you thought a part of him appreciated your efforts to cheer him up, even if he couldn’t admit it.
Jimin was a man of few words, but many feelings. When he was happy, nothing could wipe that smile off his face. It touched every inch of him, radiating positivity and passion. Not to mention, the action was contagious. You could never manage a frown or pout once you saw that smile, and neither could your unruly heart.
And as his highs were high, his lows were low, like falling straight from the clouds of heaven into the embers of hell. His pout, alone, could shatter your heart and diminish all light from your soul. But, when his eyes started to widen in despair, that’s when your world crashed. The worst part was the blame. He blamed himself for not trying hard enough or working long enough or being good enough. What he could never see is that he was more than enough.
You walked for about ten minutes before you finally reached a park. There were a few people with their families, lounging around on the grass or playing in the sand or play structure.
He scoffed, surveying the area in the setting gleam of the sun. “A park?”
You rolled your eyes. “Patience,” you mumbled and continued to drag him behind you, making your way into the woods.
Halfway through the trail, you felt him tense up, inhaling sharply. He finally figured it out.
The salty scent of the ocean, and distant crash of the waves greeted the two of you as you reached the clearing. The sand, golden and soft, invaded your sandals immediately. You looked over at Jimin, who was now standing beside you, gazing at the sea. The wind swept through his blonde hair, exposing his forehead. You didn’t know why, but you loved it when his forehead was shown. It only made him that much more handsome.
“It’s been a while,” he muttered.
You nodded, moving further into the vacant beach. He slowly trailed behind you. You stopped just before the wet sand and threatening water. “You always said you can never be sad in a place like this,” you reminded him, recalling those hopeless years of high school. “So, you didn’t get accepted into the academy, it’s okay. You always said the force was a back up plan.”
He shook his head as his eyes glass over. “That’s the point,” he mumbled. “If I can’t even go through with my freaking back up plan, how can I ever go through with my dreams?”
Suddenly, a thought entered your head, one that might make enough sense to convince him that everything will be okay. “Maybe a part of you really didn’t want to be a police officer,” you replied. “Maybe you failed on purpose.”
He furrowed his brows, a little chuckle bubbling out of his pouty lips. “What?”
You nodded eagerly, lightly smacking his bicep. “You failed on purpose,” you repeated. “You didn’t really want to be a police officer, so you failed the exam on purpose.”
“But, I studied for weeks.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, “Did you really though? How many times did I walk into the apartment to find you and Tae terrorizing Hobi or Jin?”
He knitted brows together, thinking back to those past few weeks. A little smirk stretched on his lips at the memory. He playfully glared at you, “Don’t act innocent. You always joined in and even gave us ideas.”
“That’s besides the point,” you laughed.
He lightly nudged you, finally breaking out into a full smile. His eyes landed on the rushing water. He paused for a minute before using his foot to flick water on you.
“Hey!” you shouted through a shrieking giggle. You pushed him further into the water.
He lost his footing and tried to hold onto you to regain his balance. However, he should’ve known better than to hang onto the clumsiest person he knew. You slipped from the wet sand, falling forward.
Your figures landed inches away from each other, the cold sea crashing into your bodies as you remained in each other’s grasp.
You should’ve known better than to stare at his lips. You lowered your eyes only to regret that decision as well. Your sights were set on his collarbone and toned chest as his wet shirt clung dangerously to his torso. You quickly redirect your gaze to his eyes, feeling a rush of blood tint your cheeks.
His nose brushed yours as he leaned in closer. You stiffened at the sensation, millions of nerves bolting up and down your spine. And as his lips finally touch yours, latching onto them in a sweet embrace, it felt as though the world was yours.