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"What's that line for? Oh my god.. what are they fighting for?" Jimin clutched​ the trolley harder. You saw his terrified expression, it seems that it was his first time witnessing a supermarket sale.

"We call it a sale...!!" you mouthed.

"Sale?" Jimin asked, confused. "That seems like some zombies are attacking the helper guy. It reminded me about Train to Busan." he guffawed but then paused when he saw your bloodshot eyes darted on him. He cleared his throat, "Okay, let's get back to work." he pushed the trolley and you smiled mentally. Jimin was strolling around in his ripped jeans, brown t-shirt and an oversized sweater, his pink hair were messy and it didn't bothered him because he knew that he was looking hot and fine as hell.

"If it wasn't for my mom then I would have never accompanied him. Never ever...!!" you muttered as you collected some essential stuffs which were told by your mom.

"Soy sauce, spring onions, broccoli, all purpose flour, sweet potato...and-"

"No, you never shop like that. Vegetables will be last. First of all, let's collect other things." you replied and Jimin just hummed in response. "Follow me." you ordered as you walked to the other side of aisle while Jimin just gawked at you.

"Hey.." he called you, trying to match your pace. "Aren't you suppose to follow my orders? I am your boss-"

"You were my boss. Right now, you are our paying guest. Mr. Christian."

It was a slap on his face, it reminded him about​ the incident, you weren't his employee now. Jimin gulped and looked elsewhere.

You added the things in the trolley while he just remained as a mere spectator.

"Eomma, look that pink hair ahjusshi have smol hands." you and Jimin averted your eyes and spotted a kid pointing towards his hands. His mother gulped as she gawked at you.

"Sorry... for his rude behaviour." she bowed, pinching her son's cheeks. "Yah Sam, don't be rude." she scolded and dragged the kid away as soon as she could.

When she left, you switched your eyes towards Jimin's hands just to see what the kid earlier wanted to say. You chuckled when you noticed that the kid was right. You failed to spot his cute small hands.

Jimin darted his eyes at you and then he tried hiding his hands inside the sleeves of his sweater forming sweater paws.

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"One plate Mochi(Japanese rice cakes) and what about you?"

You rolled your eyes and looked at the waiter. "One orange juice." you said and he just stared at you.

"What's with you? Why can't we just talk and settle everything?"

"Settle what? Everything is settled..!! I am out." you said almost unamused.

"No, you aren't..!! We aren't over that topic." Jimin rasped. "You are coming with me." he paused, inhaling heavily and after looking elsewhere he looked at you. "To Seoul." he completed.

"I am not. I won't. I will never come to Seoul with you. You are mistaken. If you think that your behaviour will make it happen then let me tell you Mr. Park, you are wasting your time." you placed your final words.

Jimin noticed how firm and confident you had grown. It made him realise that you won't be coming easily. "Okay then. Wait and watch." he replied.

You said nothing, the waiter arrived with your order.

Jimin almost jumped on his seat when he saw the well garnished plate filled with Mochi.

"Japanese rice cakes are my favourite." Jimin said, grabbing a piece with his chopsticks. "You know what? girls call me cute Mochi." he said as he ate one.

"Duh.." you smirked. "Mochi eating a Mochi. Isn't that called as cannibalism?" you pointed out mockingly.

Jimin raised his head. He was practically looking cute with his cheeks stuffed with rice cakes. He quickly swallowed and looked at you. "Mochi eating a Mochi, cannibalism at its best." he replied, winking and you made a face.

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"Aigoo Chim Chim, are you thirsty? Wait a second, let me bring water for you."

You gawked at your mother, Jimin was doing too much drama after coming home. You spotted him fanning himself with his hands as if he had walked miles to bring rock and bricks. "Eomma, I need water too." you chimed as you placed the shopping bags on dinning table.

"Aish...take it yourself Eun Ae, you are grown up now." she said as she headed towards the kitchen.

You made a face, Jimin was practically smiling and wiggling his eyebrows.

"Never mind.." you shrugged.

"I think your mother is impressed... like seriously..who can deny my charms?" Jimin bragged as he smirked.

"Get a life Mr. Christian." you nonchalantly replied and walked away.

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"Look what I have got." you switched your eyes from your mobile screen towards him to see what he was showing. Your eyes shot open as soon as you saw the picture he was holding.

"Wait...what? Who gave you? Oh my god that's my childhood picture." you got up from the bed to chase him but he ran away with the photo in his hand.

"I won't give you." Jimin shouted as he went behind the couch while you stood infront of the couch, chasing him around but he was too fast.

"Give me my photo​.."

"Aniyo.. you look cute though...chubby cheeks, curly hair..."

"Yah..!!"

"And you have a mole on your thigh... oh my god." Jimin covered his mouth as he saw a small mole in the picture. You were wearing a small pant and your mole was visible in the photograph.

"Yah..how dare you..??"

"Oh shut up, you have a mole on your thigh.. that must be good one though." he chewed his bottom lip, totally torturing you. His eyes were grazing you.

You didn't move nor you averted your eyes away from him. Something struck your mind. "Mr. Park, you had your chance to see my mole infact you had chance to see everything which belongs to me, everything I hide everyday... but then... you weren't that sober enough and I wasn't that lucky enough." you replied, totally disheartened.

Jimin looked down as your statement reminded him about that night, he had his chance of seeing you naked, he had his chance of cherishing your body, cherishing everything but then he failed that night...

Who was unlucky that night?

You?

or

Him?

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