He's My Only One

{Kimma’s POV}

In the memory, a boy was kissing me.

Just like what Jungkook just now did.

The feel of his lips are the exact same in my memory.

"We... Kissed before?" I say as I look towards Jungkook.

His lips turn into a small smile as he says, "you remember the kiss at the coffee shop?" I slowly nod my head and he fully smiles.

"Yea! At least you remembered one thing about me, right?!" He yells as everyone in the coffee shop turns their heads towards us. I slowly nod again and he grabs my shoulders and pulls me into a hug.

"So most likely you will remember me, right?!" He exclaims and hugs me tighter. I smile and say, "I don't know, I can't tell the future." He laughs and pecks my lips again, and again.

"Okay Jungkook-" I say but I'm interrupted with another one of his kisses.

"Jungkook I know you're happy but I need a breather", I mumble against his lips. He laughs and leaves a 20 on the table. He grabs my hand and runs out of the coffee shop.

Once we've made it outside he stops, turns around, and pins me onto the nearest wall.

He grins and kisses my lips, my nose, my cheek, then then my lips again.

"Jungkook!" I say as I gently push him away. He grins and jumps up and down.

"You remembered our kiss!!", he says and keeps repeating it over and over again.

"What? Are you 12 now?" I say with a smirk. He stops and gives me a glare but then smiles right afterwards.

"Yep, I'm a 12 year old inside a 17 year olds body."

"Oh well then it all makes sense now", I say and he laughs.

"Okay, time to get you home now", he says as he takes my hand in his and walks down the sidewalk. I roll my eyes and we continue to walk for about another 20 minutes.

Wait so, now what?

We kissed, does that mean he likes me? Are we dating or something?

Ugh Jungkook... Why do you always have me thinking about you when I can be thinking about more important things instead..

We finally make it to Jungkooks front door. He opens the door and I hear lots of chatter coming from the doorway.

He lets go of my hand and says out loud, "Umma! I'm home!"

"Oh my son is home!" I hear as a Jungkooks mom walks through the doorway.

"Sweetie we have a guest with us. He says he's Kimma’s father", she says as she puts her arm around Jungkooks shoulder and puts her other arm over mine.

I gulp and I tense up in fear.

My father... He found me.

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