It had been months since the two had last seen each other, after Jimin packed up and left without a trace. She’d waited for weeks, hoping that he would come back, but at this point it was a lost cause she’d dropped months ago. As she made her way over to the door in an oversized shirt and shorts, she opened the door only to be stunned. Her eyes landed on the taller male, then at the contents in his hand. She gently took both the rose and the Happy Meal, staring down at the red box silently. Once it finally clicked that this was indeed real, she set down both items next to her before delivering one hard slap to his left cheek, tears brimming her eyes.
He was still the same Jimin; the hoodie, the beanie, the goofy smile-- all just like how they had last seen each other. Not hearing a word as he stepped in caused his heart to jump in his chest like leaping on a trampoline. Why was she so silent? She accepted them anyway, without struggle, definitely, but no noise was coming from her. Deciding to speak, a hand met his cheek instead. He stumbled back, astounded, but it would be a lie to say he did not expect that greeting. “You’re strong,” He laughed, moving a hand up to cup the reddened skin, strands of his red locks covering his eyes that were staring at her with fear and want. “I didn’t know you could hit that hard-- without joking of course,”