A/n: I'll attempt 2 updates this week.

Jimin's POV

I hoped.

I thought about the kiss, the feeling of his soft and fluffy lips against mine. The kiss itself was legendary, but the fact that I kissed him makes me feel like the blood from my body drains out. That's why in the end, I turned to hope.

I hoped that I could just tell him it was a joke, that I was stupidly tested something out on him. That it meant nothing when it really did. For the sake of us to go back to how we were before I made it awkward.

So I waited.

The few hours of the first day seemed to be long lasting, with him not appearing. And those few hours turned into days, dull ones. I waited as my hope slightly decreased each minute for him to show up at my doorsteps, but he didn't come, and I was too scared to go to him.

He isn't showing up, and I guess it's too late, to turn back time on what I've done.

It's been five days since we last met, and right now that seems to be the last we'll ever meet again. All I can wonder about is what if he despises me. What if he hates me.

Now I lay on the living room couch, staring up at the bland ceiling, my mind filled with thoughts. I regret it so much. I cover my face with my hands, slightly rubbing it in stress.

"Jimin, I'm gonna start making dinner," My mom hollers from the kitchen, but when I don't respond with a "yeah" or "ok", she comes into the living room.

"What's wrong," she questions worriedly rubbing my shoulder as, I guess for comfort.

Nothing," I answer dryly, trying not to sound rude because I don't want to take my mixed frustrated feeling out on her.

"Does it have to do with Taehyung?" she starts to pry, hitting the bullseye right in the center, because I kind of stiffen at the mention of his name, and she seem to catch on that.

"No," I bluntly declare, cringing as I hear the failed attempt of lying in my voice.

"Park Jimin don't lie to me, it's too obvious," she says strictly, with a little snicker in her words. "Your mood has been so sour because he hasn't been here in like a week."

"Well it's actually five days," I correct, getting a 'really' look from her.

"Close enough," she swats my correction away, sounding a little annoyed; her tone now becoming softer. "In the end, you just miss him."

"Well....," I start, not sure how to explain that the reason I'm like this is not really that I miss him, but I'm just anxious that he'll hate me; which he probably does.

"Go visit him instead," she suggests, but I shake my head no at her offer. "Why not?"

"Mom, I did something bad to him," I mumble as I sit up, looking down because I didn't have enough courage to look her in the eye.

"What'd you do?" She questions cautiously as she sits down next to me, trying to just focus on what I'm saying.

"I... can't really tell you that," I responded; I wouldn't want her to know I kissed him, what if my own mother found me disgusting too.

"...Ok, but can you at least tell me when it happened," she slightly pleads, probably just wanting to make sure and guide me in the right direction.

"Six days ago when you told me to meet him outside," I hesitantly confessed.

She spaced out for a split second as she processes my words, seeming a little agitated quickly after. "Seriously Jimin, after I told you to treasure the guy you go do something bad to him."

I stay quiet, what my mom said is not making me feel any better. She seems to notice that her tough attitude was having a crummy effect on me; letting out a sigh, she gets up and ties her into a ponytail getting ready to cook.

After she ties it up, she rests her hands on her waist looking down at me. "Go say sorry to him," she says so nonchalantly, like it's such an easy answer to the worlds problems or something.

"I dont think he'll want to see me," I simply say.

"Why do you think that?"

Because of the kiss I want to say but I decide to come up with a different reason. "I mean, that seems like the only reason he hasn't visited me in days. He probably hates me after what I did."

She laugh-scoffs at my reason, causing my to furrow my eyebrows at her.

"Jimin listen closely to me. To regular friends, five days is nothing. You guys are so close for the little time that you've known each other, he can't end your relationship that easily. I don't know what you did to Taehyung that was so bad, but just go make it up to him and apologize."

"But, what if he really hates me," my voice drags heavily over the bumpy words, the pronunciation becoming thicker and harder as my throat starts to ache. " Thinking that he hates me and truly experiencing the hatred has a drastic difference. To see the pure hatred in his eyes while he looks at me, I'm not sure I can handle that mentally; and that makes me too scared to test that possibility."

"Sweetie why do you psych yourself out so much? Honestly, how deep do you think about these kinds of things that it turns the whole thinking negative?" She questions with a sigh, rubbing her hair with stress because her reasoning doesn't seem to be getting through to me. "Look, if you want to make it up to him you can't be scared to take the first step. He's not going to stay mad at you forever. I'm sure he'll forgive you for whatever you did."

I kissed him, and boys aren't meant to kiss one another. Would he seriously forgive me that easily? I'll really have to convince him that it meant nothing for him to consider even looking at me.

"Anyway, go apologize. I'm sure he'll except it. Taehyung is not a person who's going to avoid you eternally over one mistake you did," she says, softly sliding her hand across my cheek and off after rubbing my chin.

I hesitatedly nod my head; her reasoning made just enough sense to convince me to go to him. "Ok."

"Awwww," she coos as she pulls me into a bear hug, rocking gently back and forth; carefully pushing my head down to rest on her shoulder
"Honestly I didn't think I'll be able to convince you, I'm glad you chose to be brave."

The hug takes me by surprise, but I soon relax my muscles and melt into the familiar warmth; Feeling strength surged into my nervous body. "Well, I can't really run away from the issue anymore anyway, or it'll slowly corrupt my spirit."

"That's right," she agrees, letting go of the hug but keeping her hands on my shoulder as she looks me in the eyes with a loving stare. "Now go make it up to him for what you've done."

"Ah," I breathe, the realization hitting me like a cool breeze. "How do I make it up to him?"

"Oh your right!" She jumps. " Stay right here I'll be right back," disappearing into the kitchen, I watch as she leaves.

I've seemed to have grown at some point in my life since I'm at her eye level now. It doesn't feel like too long ago when I had to look up at her to make eye contact. My mom has really been there for me recently huh. I'm thankful that we moved out here, so we can spend more time together as a family; well me and my mom at least. My dads as distant as ever.

A clash in the kitchen snaps me out of my mind, causing me to become alert and slightly worried. " You ok mom?"

"Yeah I'm good," she yells from around the corner, and it just made me chuckle. " What are you doing back there." I question.

"Something that's none of your business little boy," she yells again, causing more ruckus in the kitchen.

"What?" I laugh at the little attitude she gave me. And how is it not of my business, she told me she's coming back with something that's obviously for me.

"Ok got it," she shouts as she rushes out the kitchen with a pie in her hands, stopping in front of me while holding it in one hand as she rests the other one on her knee from, I guess, exhaustion.

"Take this pie for him," she offers the pie to me, pushing it towards me to grab it. " I still don't know what you did but he'll surely forgive you after he eats the masterpiece."

I roll my eyes at her self praise. This is probably where Tae got that bad habit.

"Wait, why did you even make this, you don't usually free bake without a reason. Plus you couldn't have known about this situation," I interrogate a little, not as a bad thing but I'm just curious.

"Who do you think you are? I don't have to explain anything to you." She playfully growls, crossing her arms and turning away.

"Find don't tell me then."

"I'll tell you since you insist."

What???? I start to laugh.

"At first I made it for us to eat as a family, but with situations like this, Taehyung definitely comes first. Plus you've never met his parent so I'm sure they'll appreciate this."

"Thank you mom ," I replied, trying to also sound thankful in the tone of my voice and just by word alone.

"Anytime," she lovingly smiles, guiding me over to the front door; opening it for me.

"Now go get him champ," she cheers, slapping me dead in the center of my back with more force than she should've.

"Ouch," I giggle, the stinging feeling seeping into my back. " Mom, that hurt."

"Sorry sorry," she chirped, forming a shy smile as she put her hand behind her neck. " Just got excited thinking about you guys having fun together again."

I give her a look with a smile brightening my face. She seems more energized about the visit than me, and she's not even going.

"I'll definitely get him back," I declare as I descend down the front porch stairs and towards the woods.

" Fighting!" She yells from behind, and I turn around feeling more enthusiastic than ever.

Fighting!" I yell back, raising a fist in the air, the smile never leaving me lips.

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I want to go home. Why did I come, I feel like dying right now.

My knuckles, only a few inches away from making me happy again or throwing me back into depression.

Where did all my confidence go?

His front door seems taller, slimmer, having more of an intimidating feeling to me.

My hands become clammy, and Im struggling to not drop the pie. My body starts to prepare to just wimp out on the mission, but my dignity won't let me.

Screw it.

I swallow hard as I knock with a massive force, slightly feeling to just jump in the bush and run away.

Waiting for a few minutes calmed my heart rate down, but when the door started to unlock, it shot up like a rocket. I might get a heart attack before he even opens the door.

I prepare myself to see his face when the door swings open, but I get a little taken aback when I see a tall woman. Her hair and clothes are a little untidy, but under all that she's actually very pretty.

I guess not expecting to see me, she raises a confused eyebrow at me; looking around like I'm a package that got dropped off at the wrong door.

"Hey kid, are you lost?"