It turns out that for the six months that we were apart Jimin reinvented herself, she spent that time coming to terms with the loss of her best friend and her psychotic behaviour over being someone else only to find out that, who she was back then was actually half of who she actually was.

She was just being kept in Ilona’s shadow and she needed to break free.

And she did.

                She spent four months in therapy, most of the time talking about me or Ilona. Her parents were worried for her, she spent a whole month just crying non-stop, she didn’t sleep or eat and I know how that felt.

                She had no pictures of Ilona around her or me; she had left them in my possession and I returned each and every one to her. Her parents loved me the second they saw me and we explained together over how we had met, her parents were shocked to know that I was the guy she had fallen for whilst pretending to be someone else.

And exactly three and a half weeks later I had fallen in love with Jimin all over again.

Or was I already in love with who she was deep down?

Whichever it was it was irrelevant because I was here now and I wasn’t letting her go again.

One Year later.

“No!” She screamed as she tried to wriggle away from my grasp “Kyungsoo I swear to god –”

I stopped, grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head “Or else what? Sweet heart.”

“Or Jongin is going to kick your .”