"I'm in love with you. Seriously".

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The fact that Eunyeon convinced me to wear bunny ears makes me rethink all my embarassing moments. Well if . . .if it's for Jimin. I'll lose a little bit of pride. A LITTLE BIT. I hate this right now. I look down, he's smiling while having his arms wrapped around my neck. My hands were set on his waist, this is perfect. The tip of his nose is pink due to the cold weather, his breath is visible. His glasses were foggy and I couldn't help but take it off.

"Jimin, you wanna eat instead of standing near this damn Christmas tree," I point up at the huge tree that's literally filled with red and white sparkly ornaments and lights. ing lights everywhere. Also lanterns hanging on each street light. Seoul is fill of the Christmas spirit. Jimin happily giggles and pulls my wrist to drag me off to a cafe. 

"Look Jungkook!" He pushes my back into the cafe. The bittersweet aroma of coffee and I couldn't help but smack my lips. I didn't eat dinner yet. He touches my shoulder and points to the front desk of the restaurant. 

"Hi you two!" A preppy waitress with curly hair tied in ponytail. She looks happily at us and looks at Jimin with a suspicious. "So, I'm going to give you guys a reservation on the roof". She scribbles something on a receipt, then gives it to Jimin. Do they know each other? I shake my head and follow Jimin upstairs. 

"Umm . . .," My eyes were wondering by the walls. They were neon colors, swirls paintings and lights. You know, those cute fairy lights like how teenaged girls be 'aestheically' having hanging above their beds. The more we go closer to the roof, the more the lights change color. Then somehow a familiar song plays. "Is that . . .m-my s-song?!"

"Yeah, I told Suga to give me the full version of your song . . .," he grabs my hand. "A little birdie told me that you wrote it for me".

"S-shut up!" My face is burning up. He puts a smug smirk and starts singing the song I wrote for him. "S-stop!"

He stops walking and I bump into his back. "W-what?"

Jimin opens the door, slowly. The creaks of the door makes my heart beat so fast. The sound of my song blasts even louder on the roof. I couldn't help but almost cry to see what he'd done. The table is the middle with a long table cloth; nicely setted ustensils with napkins on the bottom of it. The chairs were sitting across each other. The lights were wrapped around the railings of the roof. There was a small white christmas tree with pictures of me and Jimin. Our selfies. Our memories. Even screenshots of embarassing Snapchat stories. 

I touch the precious picture of us with the sunset. Nini took take picture when Jimin and I were not aware of her taking the picture. What makes me gasp was a big picture of us hugging. I turn my head to see flower petals on a white carpet leading me into a little hut filled with star lanterns. More and more pictures, the speaker is in there. I turn around to see Jimin crossing his arms, chuckling. 

"I'm in love with you," he starts to disgustingly sing my song, I burst into to laughter to him passionately singing. 

He grabs my hand and starts dancing with me. I spin him around and lifts up his leg like a ballerina. I couldn't help but start doing the salsa dance. We both ridicoulously start holding each other's arms, circling around. "What are we doing?"

He bodyrolls for some reason. "Dancing, obviously". I do the same and we burst into laughter. The music stops and then another song comes on. A romantic song that I covered. 'Purpose' plays. (A/N : Listen to this song while reading ;3) 

I then pull him by the waist, his arms sneak to my neck. His head resting on my shoulder. We both sway slowly, the music making us into our own world. "I feel like I'm breathing my last breath . . .," I start to sing loudly, holding him closer. Then I embrace him tightly. "You give me purpose . . .". Singing passionately, not wanting to let go. He sings with me, the last verse which is : "Oh, you are my everything . . .". T