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Jungkook's POV

"Let's meet up," Jimin’s voice was as beautiful as ever even when it was very early in the morning, and I almost dropped my phone at his sudden request in this very early morning of a Sunday.

"Meet up?" holding the phone to my ear with both shaking hands now, I asked Jimin to reconfirm his words.

"At the usual park, half an hour from now" after the instruction, Jimin hung up the phone and I was left stunned even after the call ended.

"Fuck, I need to get ready!" realizing that the clock was ticking away as I still stood rooted frozen to the ground with the phone still in my hands, I finally came to my senses and quickly ran to the bathroom to clean myself.

Luckily the house I moved into wasn't that far from the area, so I could easily reach the park within the given time.

The usual park.

The park that was always filled with kids in the evening when we passed by it on our walk back home together from classes.

The park that we used to stop by as we ate the ice cream we bought from the ice cream truck.

The park where we had our little dates.

The park where Jimin always ran away to when he was sulking with me.

The park where Jimin gave his little surprise gifts whenever I passed my exams.

The park that witnessed almost all our moments while we dated.

The park that seemed normal to someone else, but beyond special to us.

Running out of the house after putting on whatever clothes within my reach and bringing nothing but my wallet, phone and keys, I drove to the said park and reached there twenty minutes after Jimin’s call.

He's not there yet.

Running my eyes through the whole area, I observed as some of the kids playground equipment had already broke down, with the paint faded after a few years passed.

The sky was still dark, and I was glad that I thought of wearing a sweater over my white t-shirt, because the morning breeze was enough to make me shiver even with two layers of clothing.

Hearing steps closing towards me, I looked to the direction and everything around me paused itself as my eyes landed on Jimin.

Jimin.

He was walking towards me.

Feeling the tears welled up in my eyes and disrupted my view of Jimin, I wiped my eyes harshly without daring to look away from the boy, afraid that he'd disappear and everything was just my hallucination.

But when my eyes cleared up again, he's still there.

And he was getting closer.

And when he was within one meter in front of me, he did something I never expected he'd do after years not meeting him eye to eye.

He punched me.

Hard.

"Fuck!" I coughed out hard at the impact and cupped my punched abs with my arms as reflex.

Bending down, I looked up to see Jimin’s poker face before my face was turned away with a sting on my cheek.

He slapped me.

"Does it hurt?" he asked as I slowly stood straight, trying to figure out if this would be the ending to our story.

"Yes it does," I whispered out, cupping my cheek as I looked down to the ground, not daring to look into Jimin’s face even how much I missed the male.