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"Jimin, let's go out." I said as I lazily sprawled out on the grey sofa that Jimin was also sitting on, my legs rested on his laps.

"Why?" He didn't even spare me a glance as he focused on something on his laptop, which he put on top of my legs.

"Come on, we haven't been out together in ages!" I slid my legs out and swung them around so that I was sat up and facing Jimin.

"I can't be bothered," he said.

I crawled to him and did my best pouty face. "Jiminie~" I called my boyfriend's name in a singing voice.

He looked at me with his obsidian eyes, and they traveled down to my pouted lips that were inches away from his face. A small smile crept onto his face and he quickly slid the hand that wasn't holding his laptop behind my head and gave my lips a tiny peck.

"There, stop pouting."

But that only made my smile insuppressible. "I'm not gonna unless you go out with me today."

One of his eyebrows slightly raised. "Why? What do you want to do?"

"I don't know, something together," I replied.

"What, do you want to see me kill?"

"No!" I pulled my head back a bit to show that I wasn't up for that. "Like something normal, something other couples would do on a nice day."

He huffed, "Normal couple things? Go ask Jungkook, he is better at those. He had girls flocking to him back in high school."

"I thought you didn't like me getting too close with Jungkook?"

"No, I know you can't bare to leave me." Jimin said, not even a hint of self-consciousness in his voice.

I gasped and faked offense, "Jimin, I'm not that desperate!" I turned my head away and pretended to be angry.

He chuckled. "Okay, fine baby," I heard him putting the laptop onto the table in front and then felt a grasp around my waist. He turned my body back around so I was facing him, "Let's go. I know of a place."

I was pleasantly surprised as Jimin pulled me up and towards the door. But I stopped before we went out, "Wait where are we going?"

"You'll see." He answered vaguely. I quickly grabbed a coat for the chilly spring air outside before allowing Jimin to guide me out the apartment.

Jimin led me down to the underground carpark of the apartment and we got into his silver car. He started the engine and drove out into the open. The roads were relatively busy at that time of the day as it was the end of school or work, but soon he drove off the main road into a more countryside area. We went into a small path in the woodlands, and he stopped in the middle of it.

"Where is this?" I asked, glancing around, as I got out from the car.

"This way." He linked his hand with mine and we began to walk down the road. When we turned the corner, the place he had in mind came into view.

"Is this an abandon park?" I asked, gasping a little.

"Yes. I'm sure you would've read about it in the papers four or five years ago." Jimin said.

I looked at this forgotten clearing. The most prominent thing that stood out was the merry-go-round that positioned in the middle of the park. Paint chipped off the surface and was replaced by strands of spider web. I could just made out the red and yellow colour underneath the layer of dust settled on the machinery. Surrounding it, there were a few stools which were empty, and a red swing which looked like it hadn't been used for years. Fairy lights with broken lightbulbs connected from one stool to another, as if they were spider webs themselves, entrapping visiter with joy back in the days they still worked. On the ground there were puddles of orange and brown leaves, accumulated through the various autumns since abandonment.

I thought back to any news that were related to a park. Five years ago I was only fifteen. "You don't mean... the one where a few murders happened?"

"Yes, exactly that one."

"I don't really remember, but wasn't the killer never found?"

Jimin nodded. "This was a popular park back then," he said as we started slowly strolling through the park, hand in hand. Crunching noises of the dried leaves came from under our feet every steps we took. "I used to come here with Jungkook and Yoongi-hyung too. But one day, a body was found, just behind there," he pointed towards a larger stool at a less eye-catching corner of the park.

"Was it you?" I asked. He was only sixteen back then, was it possible for someone as young to kill without remorse?

"No," he replied. I was actually slightly surprised about that. He continued, "But I was there when the body was first discovered."

"And?"

"Yoongi-hyung and I were interested in this other killer, so we came here to see whether we could meet him."

"And did you?"

"Yes...and I killed him."

"Is that why the murders suddenly stopped?"

"Yes."

"Why did you kill him?" I asked curiously.

He huffed lightly. "We didn't agree on something, so I killed him in the end."

The time I've spent with Jimin has made me accustomed to his odd reasoning and temper, so I didn't question it.

We stopped in front of the old red swing. Jimin bent down to dust off the seat of one of the two swings, and sat down in it himself. It created some creaking noice as it swung slightly when Jimin shifted his weight onto it. He motioned for me to sit on his lap, and so I did. He arms snaked around me as I turned to sit sideways so that I was able to look at him.

He sighed. "I'm glad."

I tiled my head slightly. "About what?"

"You."

Those simple words melted my heart as I understood what he meant.

He continued, "I'm glad I found someone who doesn't try to change me, who doesn't try to shape me into their ideal person."

I cupped his face and looked at him with emotion pouring out of my eyes. "You are my ideal person." It was so rare for him to open up like this, so I was treasuring this moment immensely. If for anything, this was enough to make me glad that I suggested to go outside today with him.

A gust of wind blew around us, causing our hair to mess up slightly and the leaves around us to drift into the air.

"I won't let anything get in our way, I promise."

I felt a wave of tears rising with all the emotions I was feeling right now. All the suffering which has led up to this moment was worth it. I knew I wanted to be his. I nodded, not saying anything for the fear of just bursting into a mess of tears, but I was sure all my emotions were displayed clearly on my face.

A faint but genuine smile appeared on his soft face, and his eyes were focused solely on me. "Yerin, don't ever leave me."

I leaned forward so that our foreheads were touching, and I relished that feeling. "I promise I won't."