P a r k S a r a P O V .

"No,"

"Yes!"

"No,"

"Yes... Please, let's go I don't wanna stay at home doing nothing. It's not everyday Mr Kim is sick." I say, shaking Jimin's arm as he's busy playing with his phone.

When he doesn't respond, I sigh deeply and push his hands away from his lap, making space for myself. I sit sideways and wrap my arms around his neck, "Jimin, wouldn't you go out with me?"

"Mm-hmm," He nods, glancing at my lips and then my eyes. "Do you really wanna go? Like, can we not stay here, watch your favourite movie and just cuddle all day?"

"No, let's go out." I kiss his cheek, "It's been ages since I bought any clothes for me."

"It was two weeks ago." He sighs, "You're really expensive."

"Expensive girl?" I laugh, "Is that what you were listening to right?"

"Yeah, you should listen too." He smirks, nuzzling into my neck and breathes deeply, "Let's go then. Please get some new lingerie. I wanna see you flaunting all that body for me."

"Geez! That is all you think about isn't it?" I sigh at him and he laughs, making me stand up and heads inside to grab his t-shirt which should be somewhere in the house. I follow after him, smiling widely for he finally agreed to go to the mall, dumping his videogame plans with Taehyung.

He takes his time, looking for any of his presentable clothes if he ever left here and were to be found in my closet. Finally he finds his black ripped jeans and takes a hoodie with it, not giving much thought while I'm still standing in front of my closet with my hands on my hip as I contemplate what to wear.

My eyes roam back to Jimin who is half way dressed already, buttoning up the pants now. "Wait," I stop him, taking the blue hoodie and hand him a plain black t-shirt, and his denim jacket from yesterday, "This looks perfect."

"Alright?" He glances at me, putting on the clothes and comes to stand beside me, "What are you wearing?" He asks.

"I don't know, this is so hard..."

"I told you we could just stay at home, or go to my place?"

"I know what to wear." I chime, grinning at him as I pull out a white crop top and a white cargo pants. "This? I'll look so cool."

"Make it black." He says, "Black makes you look super sexy."

"I have no problem with looking super sexy, but then you will look like my driver." I point out, laughing at his face.

"Well," He smirks, "I do let your ride my car, my bike and even me."

"How can some people be horny 24/7 arghh?!"

"They have sexy people around to turn them on 24/7." He says smugly, eyeing me up and down.

"You are dirty. Get out, I gotta change real quick. Oh! and, I'm not wearing black, Mister."

"Get out for what? Do it here."

"Okay" I shrug, turning him around and he chuckles while I sneak in the bathroom quickly.

"That is cheating!" He says from outside.

"Well, Can I help it? No!" I laugh.

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"Let's sit down somewhere, I'm tired." I say, dragging myself after him as he keeps on looking for different clothes. He's seen almost ten jeans of the same color and kept on pointing out flaws about how one of them don't have a pocket at the back, or if the shade is not fine, or it's light or too heavy. What is this guy made of? I swear he's so lucky that he's handsome and loves me, or else I would've locked him in the trial room and left home three hours ago!

"Sara, look at this one." He says, showing me a shirt this time, a blue shirt that I'm sure will suit him and make him look like a damn CEO.

I nod in response, "It's nice. But be quick."

"Yeah this is the last one." He says, "I just gotta try the pants."

"Wha- Boy! Why are you like this?!" I whine, stomping my foot on the floor as I throw a few of the clothes I'm holding, at him. He chuckles nervously, giving an assuring look that it won't take him long.

There's a small seat near the trial room where I sit. Hash! Oh my god, my legs were about to break. Jimin comes out after a moment wearing a dark blue jeans that fits his legs in a way that you can't help but stare at his thighs flexing under the fabric. I nod at him, giving a thumbs up. Jesus!

He goes in again and to my surprise, doesn't come out for another five minutes. So I stand up and knock on the door, "What are you doing? Be quick."

"The zipper is stuck." He says, "Come and help me."

"Wha- I- No." I stare at the door with a disbelieving look. Is he suddenly drunk?

Someone clears their throat behind me, making me turn around. It's a guy waiting for his turn to try his clothes and by the look he is giving me, I assume he heard Jimin calling me inside. I smile nervously, knocking on the door again, "Uh Jimin, people are wai-"

"Come in." He says. In the next moment I feel my hand being grabbed and I find myself already standing inside the trial room with Jimin who is pointing at his pants, "Help me."

"Are you stupid? Why did you do that?!" I whisper yell.

"It's alright, just do it quickly then we're done." He says as it is the most casual thing I could expect. I sigh in frustration, having no time to argue right now and glance at the pants. I hesitate but take my hands to the zipper, shutting my eyes tightly. This is so weird.

"I didn't know you can see with your eyes closed." He mocks, earning a glare from me. His hand cups the side of my face, sliding down to my shoulder as he pushes me down. I glance at him, gulping thickly and knelt down in front of him. God, help me.

I tug on the zipper a little, trying to move it without breaking it. But it just doesn't move! Great! Jimin holds my hair, stroking gently then tugs down, making me look up, "Be quick, or we might have to take this to the restroom."

"I shouldn't have come here with you, pervert." I mutter, using both my hands to move the zipper down, taking a closer look to see what exactly was wrong. "Ah wait, I got it." I say, tugging the fabric along the zipper that had gotten in between and pulled it down, releasing a deep sigh of relief.

"Done," I look at Jimin who is staring at me with his head slightly tilted, and by him biting his lower lip I just know this should end here for good. So I stand up quickly, dusting my hands and smile at him. "Now you'll pay for that dress."

"Which dress?" He asks, taking off the pants and puts on his own.

"The black one that you selected." I grin at him and he nods, smiling at me as he pats my cheek. He was about to open the door when I realise how weird it would be for me to walk out with a guy from a trial room that is meant for guys.

Jimin probably notices my distress and places his hand on my back, opening the door. The bustle stops for a while and I can feel people staring at us with dirty looks. Jimin rolls his eyes and pulls my hand, heading away from there.

"Princess noona!" A voice says, tapping on my back. I stop on my track on so does Jimin, both of us looking at the boy who is the same one from yesterday in the elevator.

"Princess... noona?" I repeat, "Are you talking to me?"

"Yes, your friend said you're a princess." He smiles, making me smile as well as I glance at Jimin who shrugs.

"Well, I'm not a princess. But you can call me that if you want."

"You look like a princess." The boy says.

"Aw thank you," I squeal, pinching his adorable cheeks, "You look like a prince yourself."

"And what about me?" Jimin asks, making me roll my eyes. "Do I look like a prince? Or a king maybe?"

"Nothing like that." I shake my head, before focusing on the little guy, "What's your name?"

"Jeonghun." He says, "I'm seven years old."

"Ah that's a lovely name. I'm Sara, and he's Jimin." I say, "What are you doing alone here? Where's your mom or dad?"

"No, I came with my hyung."

"Oh okay, where is he? You should not go anywhere alone without telling him."

"He's here," Jeonghun says, looking around for his and stops, pointing at a guy who is already heading our way, "That is my brother!"

The smile on our lips from a few seconds ago is suddenly slipping away as I make out the man Jeonghun is pointing at is none other Jeon Jungkook himself. But how? I turn to look at Jimin who is staring at him with an equally confused look.

"Jeong-" Jungkook stops when his eyes meet mine, almost freezing at his place as few feet away from me. "Sara..." His lips murmer softly, blinking a few times as he looks at me as if saving my image in his eyes.

"Hyungie, her name is Sara!" Jeonghun says, holding Jungkook's hand who nods weakly, "Is she my pretty noo-"

"Be quiet, Jeonghun. Go try your clothes." Jungkook says quickly, sending the boy towards the trial room before looking at me again as he takes a step forward.

"Sara," He smiles softly, reaching his hand out and cups my cheek, caressing gently, "How are you? I missed you so much..." His voice comes out like a whisper as he pulling me into a tight hug.

"Enough," Jimin clears his throat and takes my hand, "We should go now. You were tired right?"

I nod slowly, glancing at Jungkook one last time before following Jimin out. He wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me closer beside him and leans to kiss the side of my head, "Let's go home, Jimin." I say.

"Yeah," He nods, smiling softly. "Don't think too much, we can talk later alright?"

"Thanks"

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A/n- Another update.in a few minutes 🤭