"Aren't you ever nervous?" Jimin asked dumbfounded, his face still in between Jiya's hands.

"Why should I be?"

"M-"

"I'm dying inside, I'm just really good at not showing it," she tilted her head upwards to place a kiss on his forehead. "Thank you."

Jimin stood frozen on his spot. "Is this a farewell?"

"No, idiot," she chuckled and released him. "Let's go."

Jimin gathered all his strength to contain his joy to himself.

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