Next day,
I rode home alone.

I stopped by the convenience store,
alone.

On the way, I saw his scooter parked on the grasses.

He sat a little away,
texting on his phone...

But he had a sad smile on his face.

Whenever I was around Jimin,
I would get a pain in my chest.

I approached him and he asked how I'd find him.
I replied that I recognized his scooter.

And he said,
He was happy to see me.

That he missed me a lot in the soccer practice today.

He was so nice.
So nice it sometimes made me,

want to cry.