After the three of us finished off the rest of the cake that I had brought home, Jimin and I went to my room to talk.
He seemed a little bit worried about me since he kept asking me if everything was OK. I just shrugged, not knowing if everything really was OK.
I closed and locked the door behind me before we both sat on the purple comforter that covered the pink cupcake pattern sheets on my bed.
I sat with my knees to my chest and my back against the headboard, while Jimin sat cross-legged in front of me.
I wasn’t quite sure how to begin. We never had a serious conversation about our relationship before. I looked down at my hands that were sitting in my lap.
I took a deep breath before I finally spoke up. “Jungkook talked to me today.” I began. “He’s still an asshole, but he saw the flowers and asked me if I have a boyfriend.
He made me talk about our relationship. After I gave him a brief run-down, he said that our relationship didn’t seem serious to him.” I looked up at Jimin, who seemed puzzled.
“He said that since we’ve been dating on and off, and we don’t want to live together, that we’re not serious. He doesn’t know anything about us, but he made me think.
We’ve never had a serious talk about our future.
We’ve dated for about three out of the four years that we’ve known each other, but right now it feels like we’re more like friends with benefits than boyfriend/girlfriend.
” My heart was racing now, and it was difficult to look at Jimin’s slowly saddening face. I looked back down at my hands. “What are we?” I asked.
There were a few seconds of uncomfortable silence before Jimin scooted closer to me. His legs pressed against mine as I felt a finger lift my head and I looked into Jimin’s warm, brown eyes.
“You never questioned our relationship until this kid said something today.” He said. “Does that really mean we should question what we have?”
“Jimin, I didn’t question it because I love being with you.
I want to be with you, but we both know that we can’t live in the same house or apartment, and we’ve broken up over small things in the past that other people actually work through.
” I explained, trying to get Jimin to understand what I was trying to say. “I’d be perfectly fine not getting married, since I don’t want kids, but I don’t know what you want.”
Jimin crossed his arms over my knees that were pulled to my chest and he rested his chin on his arms. “OK, I guess I can see where this is going.” He said, looking into my eyes.
“You want to know if we should stay together?”
I shrugged, looking down at Jimin’s arms. “I want to make sure we don’t fuck this up.
I love being with you, and I don’t ever want you to disappear from my life, but if we can’t be serious about our relationship then maybe we should just be friends.
At least until we know we’re ready. ”
Jimin thought for a minute. The silence made me feel uncomfortable, but I could tell that Jimin was thinking hard about what to say next. “To be honest.
” Jimin broke the silence and I looked back up at him. “I would like to get married. Kids aren’t a necessity, but I might want one or two.” There was a short pause before he spoke again.
“I love being with you too, and I don’t want to just stop seeing you, either. We both have different plans for the future, so maybe we should really think about this relationship.”
I nodded, but I could feel the tears fighting to escape. I didn’t want to let him go, but I didn’t want either of us to waste our time on something that might never develop into anything bigger.
“I’m sorry I just dumped this onto you, Jimin.” I said, feeling a tear roll down my cheek.
Jimin lifted his finger to wipe away the tear. “No, you’re right. I just got a promotion, which means that I won’t be around as much.
I think I just need to focus on getting somewhere in life before I pull someone else’s life into mine.
I never thought of it like this before, so I’m glad you brought it up, even if it was because of that kid. He does have a point.”
“So what should we do?” I asked, not knowing how Jimin wanted to handle this.
“I think we should keep our options open.” Jimin said, wiping away another tear that ran down my cheek. “We can keep seeing each other if you want.
You have an unexpected turn of events at work, and I just got promoted. I doubt we’ll be looking to settle down anytime soon because of those things, but we’ll still need each other.
Once things settle down, we can have another talk as to whether we want to make this work or not.”
I slowly nodded. For what we had, I figured this would be the best way to go. “So I guess we could call this an ‘It’s complicated’ relationship.” I said, trying to lighten up the mood a little.
I saw Jimin smile a little. “Yeah, I guess so. But if that boss kid ever gives you more trouble, I will gladly march over there and punch him in the face for you.”
I smiled and nodded. “OK, I may need that one day. Thanks, Jimin.”
Jimin leaned in and kissed me gently. His soft lips held back the tears that still fought to escape my eyes.
I let my knees fall away from my chest as I wrapped my arms around Jimin, pulling him in for another kiss.
I was so emotionally drained from the past couple of days, I needed him to distract me from the stress. I felt Jimin’s hands run down my thighs before they wrapped around my waist.
Our lips were locked, our tongues dancing as we held each other.
Knock knock. “Uh… sorry if I’m interrupting anything, but Namjoon is at the door.” Yoongi’s voice sounded from the other side of my door.
Jimin and I broke our kiss, and we reluctantly unwrapped ourselves from each other. “OK Suga, thanks. I’ll be out in a minute.” I said loudly before Suga’s footsteps retreated from the door.
I looked back at Jimin and shrugged. “And that’s what I like to call bad timing.” I said as I got off the bed.
“Hey, it could’ve been worse.” Jimin said, and as I looked back at him again, he winked at me.
I smirked and nodded. “True. That’s why I like it when we’re alone at your place.” I said, and then realizing I was still in my work clothes.
“Hey, can I stay with you this weekend? Or are you having friends over again?” I asked, changing into a pair of sweatpants that I had lying on a chair in my room.
“I’m going out with my work buddies tonight to celebrate, so maybe you can come over tomorrow afternoon and stay the night.” Jimin said, walking toward the door.
“OK, thanks.” I said with a smile.
I quickly changed into a plain black t-shirt before Jimin opened the door and walked out. I followed behind.
As I walked out of my room, I could see Namjoon standing in the kitchen talking to Yoongi. I saw Namjooj look over at me and he waved. I waved back as I walked into the kitchen.
Namjoon lived a couple floors down, and he occasionally came up to say hi to Yoongi and me.
“Hey Namjoon, what’s up?” I asked. I noticed a small package sitting on the counter in front of Namjoon.
“Hey, Jungkook gave this to me before he left today.” Namjoon said, nodding toward the package. “He told me to give it to you before Monday morning, so I figured I’d drop it off to you now.
I don’t understand why he didn’t give it to you himself.”
I looked at the small brown cardboard box.
What could Jungkook have possibly given to me that needed to be delivered by Monday morning? I took the package and tore apart the tape on the box before opening the remains of the box.
Inside, wrapped in some bubble wrap was a gold coffee travel mug. It was about the same size as mine, but it looked brand-new. I took the mug out of the bubble wrap and unscrewed the lid.
Inside was a piece of paper. I took out the piece of paper and unfolded it.
Since you already get coffee every morning, please get mine as well in the golden mug. Regular coffee with one cream, one sugar. See you Monday. – Jungkook