I was happy, the smile on my lips never seem to falter. Seeing him from afar makes my insides giddy. To finally get a glimpse of such beauty after months somehow eased a big part of my being.

He's here and it really is him.

"Jimin!" I yelled after. He just smiled, not making any move to come closer nor back away. He was just standing still, a small smile playing on his lips. But his eyes looked dull and dead. He seemed lifeless, so unlikely of him. "Jiminie hyung!" I yelled once again, now with worry laced on my voice.

He is smiling, his teeth were showing. A normal person could've mistaken him for someone having the best of both worlds, but not me. His smile seemed different— it feels different. Rather, it seemed forced. It reached far from his eyes.

"Chimchim!" I yelled, finally taking courage to take a step and run to him. As usual, he made no move and just stood on his place.

But just as I was only a few meters away from him, a large group of boys walked by, blocking my view and my path. I brushed past each of them, receiving nasty remarks as I made my way across. "Hey douche, watch the where you're going!" I heard one of them hissed when I accidentally pushed him.

"Sorry," I apologized but my eyes remained ahead, searching for any signs of orange. I am not losing him again. No, you're not running away again park jimin.

But he was long gone as soon as I finally made it across, no signs nor any traces of him. I roamed my eyes everywhere, hoping to see him running away, just any signs that I really did see him and I wasn't just hallucinating everything. Was it just a dream?

It felt like I was being stabbed through the heart for like a million times, and once again tears came crashing down my cheeks like rain, slowly drowning myself in thoughts— wonder if he was really there, if it was really him who I saw or I simply am just insane and crazy?

But his smile, the look in his eyes. The way he stared back at me with utmost intensity, his emotions. It all felt too real to me.

And so, I ran.

Looking every corners, every faces and any possible places that may prove that I'm not crazy. That it was really him. I didn't stop, my hair wobbling in the air as I looked everywhere, screaming his name at the top of my lungs.

"Jungkook?" Hoseok frowned when I passed by him. I couldn't bring myself to stop nor to even mutter a brief reply, afraid that if I let even just a single second to waste, I wouldn't see him. So I continued running, eyes jumping from place to place, faces to faces.

He must be here somewhere. He has to be.

"Jungkook!" I heard hoseok hyung yelled after me. But I never stopped nor turned to look back at him, too keen and focused on finding him. He's here, I could feel it. It was him, I'm sure of it. "Jungkook stop!"

No.

I won't stop. Never. I wouldn't let Jimin get away again. He has his reasons for leaving but I also have mine for looking. Call it selfish but I want him back, beside me, in my arms. I'd rather be the most selfish person in the world rather th