I feel so giddy the moment we landed at Malpensa Airport. I want to run around like a wild animal to release too much of my excitement, but I'm trying to behave myself because I don't want to look like a lunatic in front of Jimin's personal bodyguard. Earlier on the plane, I learned that his name is Lance. Poor guy, he must feel so lonely and bored with this job.

I feel the need to rest after a very long and tiring plane ride, but the ambiance of the place woke me up the moment I step foot on it. Something tells me to just enjoy and live the moment for now.

"So, where are we going first?" I cheekily smile at Jimin, who is walking towards outside of the airport with me.

"Excited?" He asks with a smirk. Beneath those dark shades, I know that he is squinting his eyes. That's what he does whenever he teases me.

"Is it obvious?" I grimace, and I look around cautiously.

"Nope." He says, popping the 'p'. "We're going to Galleria Vittorio Emanuelle II."

"Speak again?" I tilt my head sideways as I try to remember the place he said. As we approach an elegant black car, Lance immediately opens the door for the two of us. "Thank you," I politely speak.

"We're going to go shopping first," Jimin says, translating the place he mentioned into a language that I understand.

After I get inside the car, Jimin follows. Lance is in the driver's seat, and then he enters the destination on the car's GPS. I, too, open my phone and put on my personal data to access a GPS app so that I know where we're going.

Once I make sure that I turn on the GPS app, I go to Google and search for anything about Milan. I only heard about Rome before, perhaps it's the most famous city here in Italy, and I think it's fascinating that we're heading somewhere different. "Oh, it says Milan is known for fashion?" It is a mere question indirectly stated to Jimin, who is on my left.

He briefly nods with a timid smile. "And it says coffee is great here in Italy too. Have you tried it?" I add another follow-up question.

"Yeah," He answers shortly. I give him a doubting-look, and he instantly pulls me by the shoulder before suddenly squeezing me into his chest.

I flush beet red as I look in the rearview mirror. I'm not really used to the public display of affection; I usually consider those around me if they're comfortable about it or not. And I hope Lance chooses the former.

"So where are we staying? Hotel—"

"Your mom's." I cut him off. His heavy sigh brushed my cheeks again.

"You're that afraid when we're alone together?" Jimin's voice is unexpectedly loud when he asks that. I immediately look up at him and glare. Like an obedient boy, he nods his head apologetically and just leans his head on mine.

Although I'm really enthusiastic about being out of California for the first time, the one-hour drive from the airport from wherever destination we're heading caused me to sleep involuntarily. I hadn't realized that I began to doze off on Jimin's shoulder, not until he gently wakes me up, saying that we've arrived. He tells me that I was asleep for at least twenty minutes. 

As we both hop out of the car, we are greeted by a huge ancient-like structure. Despite being an old building, which is obvious, it looks exquisite and a pleasant view for the eyes. I take my phone out and immediately capture a quick photo of it. Visiting the GPS app on my phone, it says that we arrived in Galleria Vittorio Emanuelle II. Quickly, I copy the name and search it on Google. "Oh, it opened in 1877?" I turn to Jimin in amusement to confirm if I am reading the article right. He nods shortly before fitting my free hand in his. "That is too long ago," I comment, still bewildered by the fact that this structure in front of me was built a century ago. But the building itself doesn't look like it.

"Let's go?" He asks, noticing how I suddenly stood frozen on my spot. 

"Yeah," I smile cheekily and half-embarrassed at him. 

He leads the way, and it's more stunning inside. Its architecture screams luxury. The roof is made up of glass, giving you a perfect view of the night sky. I already feel accomplished just by visiting this place, what more if we continue to travel to this beautiful city? "So what are you buying?" I ask Jimin. Our arms are linked together as we walk inside the grand structure. 

"Whatever I feel like to," He answers smugly. Secretly, I rolled my eyes before him. 

Almost all the well-known fashion brands are here, and I doubt my pocket money would be enough to buy a single product. As we continue to stroll, I carefully looked around, and my assumption is right. Parker also has its own spot in this luxury shopping mall. The moment we passed by the shop, I briefly look at Jimin, and I know he notices my sudden stare at him, but he chooses to ignore it and just smile out of nowhere. 

Instead of a clothing shop, Jimin leads me into a jewelry store. The staff is too quick to notice the two of us entering. Jimin heads straight to the counter while I roam around. A lady around her thirties entertains Jimin about something that he wants. While the two talk, I walk around the shop and silently admire the jewels being held inside what seems to be like unbreakable boxes of glass. 

It's not like I'm eavesdropping, but I hear Jimin asking for a ring; his voice is too loud for me not to hear it. I sneakily glide a little next to him to join the conversation. The lady notices me, but she only beams at me. "Oh, so how much is this?" Jimin gently took the jewelry box from the lady and examined the accessory. The lady answered his question using Euro currency, and the boy here didn't even bother calculating. "Sweet, hey, El, come here?" 

I confusingly face him the moment he turns his head in my direction. What's with the nickname? "What?" My tone is in between rude and curious. Perhaps, he's teasing me with the name. Here we go again with the playful Jimin. 

"Come here," He holds out his hand, waiting for me to reach mine. Suddenly, he puts on the accessory on my ring finger, and I begin to sense weird mixes of emotions inside of me. I continue to feel utterly disturbed by his gesture; I remain silent. He then hums, "It fits; I'll take this."

"What? For me? Oh no, that seems too expensive. Aren't we here to just stroll and have fun?" I move away from a little once he pulls the ring out of my hand and giving it back to the staff. 

"I'm not buying it for you," He says almost like a whisper. My mouth forms a small 'o' as for the sudden blow. I was assuming too much. He got me there. I think he'll give this to his mom. "For now," He adds, and it leaves me more confused. 

"What do you mean 'for now'?" I crease my forehead. The lady heads back to her counter to pack the item that Jimin confirmed that he would buy. 

"I know you're already thinking about it." He winks, and I gape at him for puzzling me even more. Sure thing, I have an idea in mind, but I won't assume that far. Anyway, I hope his mom would like it. Although it hurts me to think that he wasn't buying it for me when I thought he was, it makes me fall in love with him even more with the idea of how he adores his mother so much.

His phone suddenly rings, and I know in an instant that he has to answer it. He then tells me to watch the lady as she checks out the item while he briefly entertains the person on the call outside. 

"He iz your boyfriend?" The lady asks. I don't really know how to answer her question, so I just give her a weak smile.  Fortunately, the lady didn't ask further questions, and she places the pretty paper bag in front of me after a couple of minutes. Just in time, Jimin comes in with an uneasy expression. I am about to ask him what's wrong when he suddenly force a smile at me. 

"Everything's good?" He asks. Clearly, the matter from the phone is not up for discussion between him and me. I nod my head and just grin. Giving him space so that he could comfortably pay on the counter. He brings out his black card without any doubt, and the lady quickly swipes it on their machine. Once paid, Jimin takes the paper bag, and we're ready to go. "Thank you," He politely says in gratitude. 

"How do you say 'thank you' in Italian?" I curiously ask him before leaving my spot. He chuckles for a bit before ruffling my hair and bending over to whisper something into my ear.

"Grazie," His voice is soft and seductive. I think he's trying to wind me up again, but I choose to ignore his innuendos.

"Grazie!" I tell the lady, and we both leave the store. 

I hadn't noticed that Lance was with us the whole time. During the car ride, Jimin promised me that we'd go visit more places tomorrow. We stopped by a simple yet hospitable house, and that's where I know that we arrived at Ina's place. As expected, she prepared dinner for both of us. 

It's indeed a peaceful and fun day for me. I hope Jimin feels the same and will continue to feel the same every time he's with me. 

Tonight, I peacefully sleep in a single bedroom, knowing that Jimin is pissed inside the other. His mom forced us to use different rooms, and I guess it's her way to annoy her son.