I don't know what got into my head when I asked Jimin to go out on the last day of this business seminar, and unfortunately that is today.

I was so impressed by Ryan's talking that it made me want to really have a proper conversation with him at least once. Maybe if we discussed both of our reasons and explanations for what happened two years ago, perhaps it will bring peace into my heart.

I decided to go with a plain red dress and nude heels. Jimin was the one who said that I should wear something formal and considering that we had an entanglement because of the word 'formal' before, I kind of hesitated.

But since Jimin and I aren't on terms where we can do that to each other, I changed my mind.

I stand outside the hotel after I finished getting dressed and waited for Jimin's driver to pick me up. After a few minutes, a white car stopped in front of me and I was expecting Jimin to be sitting at the backseat but I'm all alone when I got in.

"Uhm, where's Mr. Park?" I asked the driver.

"He will just follow later."

I sat silently at the back with my shoulders down in disappointment. I just hope that he won't ditch me and that he will really arrive at the restaurant.

Jimin chose a fancy restaurant that's why he suggested that I should wear something nice. The waiter guided me on a reserved table and I patiently scrolled down my phone as I wait.

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I've been waiting for two hours before Jimin arrived and he didn't even look like he was in a hurry. "Sorry, I'm late." He finally sat down on the chair in front of me while fixes his suit.

Understatement of the year. I want to blurt those words out of my mouth but I have to restrain myself from talking back to him if I really want a decent conversation. "It's okay," I faked a smile. "I still haven't ordered anything, I'm not yet hungry."

Then my stomach growled and it is loud enough for him to hear. I mentally scolded myself as I saw Jimin grinning evilly. "Back to our old habits, aren't we?"

I sat properly and laughed nervously. I was just caught lying, what am I supposed to reason out? He called the attention of the waiter and at last, he ordered food for the two of us.

"So what are we going to talk about?" After saying that, he drank water from his glass.

I wanted to say something but I can't even think of an answer to start with. Once he gently brought his glass down, he spoke again. "Let's just eat first."

The awkwardness and silence of the atmosphere are too much. I know the jazz music playing behind should at least make me feel comfortable but with Jimin in front of me and he is barely talking, how can I not be tensed?

Due to trembling, I dropped my fork on my plate and it created a surprising sound that Jimin found amusing. "I'll just go to the restroom first," I smiled sheepishly before excusing myself.

Once I got inside, I rested both of my palms on the sink as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. A lady from a cubicle just got out and I started to breathe heavily.

I should've just let him go. I thought to myself. The door of the comfort room suddenly opened once more and I heard the doorknob clicked. Out of curiosity I take a quick look at who it was and I backed away from the sink when I saw that it's Jimin.

"What are you doing in the ladies' bathroom?" I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

"You look really 'fuckable' right now." He eyed me from my chest to thighs before looking right into my eyes and smirking.

I can't help but feel something burning down there especially when it's Jimin who's dirty talking and when we're the only ones inside the comfort room with a perfectly locked door.

"I thought we're going to talk about something?" He leaned back on the wall with his thumbs inside his jeans pockets as he changed the topic quickly.

"And I assume that you think that the bathroom is the perfect place to talk about it?" I twitched my lips on the side.

"Why not?" He shrugged his shoulders before moving towards my direction. "Besides, there's no distraction, nice ventilation, and a very private room." He grinned evilly while stopping a foot just before me.

"I want to talk about two years ago," I blurted out and he held his chin up high.

"Listening..." He hummed, waiting for me to say more.

"First of all, I know I fucked up big time—"

"Yeah, you fucked up like a lot of big-time, then?" He moves forward while I did the opposite to stay as far as I can from him in order to be able to speak my piece righteously.

"I want to tell you that I'm sorry. My apology might be too late already but it's because you vanished into thin air." I explained and he raised an eyebrow. "You didn't give me a chance to explain myself, you left without knowing my true feelings for you. Jimin, I—"

Before I could even finish my sentence, he placed his index finger on my lips to shut me up. His flirty eyes suddenly dropped its gazes on my lips while he gently licked his upper lip.

He's such a turn on.

"Hush, baby girl." He started. "You don't know what you're saying." I looked up at his face which is only an inch closer to mine while he huffed a puff of air and his breath touched my already electrified skin. His finger never leaves my lips, instead, he traced it using his thumb.

"Jimin..." I muttered his name. I'm frozen in my place and I don't know what to do. I want to back away but my body does the opposite of what my mind truly intends to.

I long for his touch and I'm guilty of that.

His other free hand got ahold of my bottom and he gently squeezes it. I wake up my senses and abruptly pushed him away. "Stop that," He laughed at my reaction.

"I thought you wanted to talk?" He grinned. "The last time I know, our definition of talk is this." He pulled me by the waist making me flabbergasted because of the skinship.

I looked up at his close face once more and scowled. "I just wanted to talk, like, just plain talk." Rolling my eyes, he lets me go and I can finally breathe normally, again.

"Okay, you're asking for forgiveness, aren't you?" His jaw clenched and I nodded at his question. "Fine, you're forgiven."

He turned around ready to leave me alone but then I called for his attention. "You've accepted my apology that fast?"

Stopping at his tracks, his voice echoed the entire ladies' bathroom. "You're asking for it, let's not play the hard-to-get game." With that, he reached and twisted the knob to open the door. "Anyways, get ready. I'll send you back to the hotel."

That was too bland for a talk. I didn't even get answers for the unending questions that lingered inside my head for the past two years.

"Elise, c'mon!" He yelled outside.

"Coming," I deadpanned.