I couldn't believe he got me the dress. It was the very same dress that I had tried on when Jess and I had gone shopping. I had fallen in love with it but I couldn't afford it.

I squealed with delight. Part of me wanted to march into his room and insist that I couldn't wear it. But that was the rational, logical side of me, the prideful side. The emotional, romantic side wanted to accept his gift, knowing he definitely could afford it.

In the end, the emotional side won out. I fixed my hair and put on very light makeup before slipping the dress on. It fit like a glove. I don't think I had ever worn anything this expensive before.

I skipped down the steps and rounded the corner into the kitchen, stopping in my tracks when I saw Hobi and Jess making out against the counter. I was about to backtrack out of the room when Hobi noticed me and they broke apart.

"Damn, Dia. Wait til Jimin sees you!" He blurted out.

"Hey!" Jess slapped him playfully on the shoulder. "He's not wrong though. Wow, Dia! That dress looks better than I remembered!"

"Thanks" I responded shyly.

I felt a hand wrap around my waist and that seductive voice in my ear, "Suddenly, I want to feast on something else."

"Hell, no." Hobi spoke up, "We are doing this thing." He grabbed the keys off the counter and he and Jess walked out the door. I started to follow when Jimin grabbed my wrist to stop me.

I turned towards him. He was biting his lip and raking his eyes up and down my body.

"Maybe we should stay here." I knew he was getting worked up. And I thought back to the moment in the bathroom where I promised that I would make him wait and make it hell for him.

"Oh, Jiminie. We can't do that baby" I plastered my body right against his, running my hand from his cheek, down his chest and brush down his semi-hard penis. "You heard Hobi," I said sweetly, "We're doing this thing."

I turned around and swayed my hips as I walked away from him. This was going to be so much fun.

The beach town wasn't very big. But it did cater to a very wealthy clientele. So it was no surprise to see the type of upscale restaurant we ended up at. We parked around the back of the restaurant and were escorted inside and up some stairs from the back. We got to the upper floor and it was apparent that they had rented out the entire upstairs. There was nobody here but us. One table in the middle of many had place settings set out and candles lit. Soft music was playing in the background. It was the epitome of romantic.

We had a delicious dinner of carbonara, which I knew to be one of Jimin's favorites. We joked and talked with Hoseok and Jess. I was on my second glass of wine and while I knew Jimin had been drinking, I was amazed at how well he held his liquor. Hobi, Jess, and I were all giddy and loud. Hoseok talked about his sister and his dog, Mickey. Jess and I rambled on about our school and our schedules for next semester. We cut up and made jokes. Jimin just sat back and absorbed it all.

I had been talking about the full course load I had for the fall. I wasn't looking forward to it. Some of the classes seemed downright unnecessary but they were prerequisites to my spring semester classes. I couldn't get out of them.

"Well, you could always just come to Korea and stay with me." Jimin spoke up.

The entire table went quiet.

"Wh..what?" I wasn't entirely sure what he was suggesting.

"Just come back with me."

"You mean, come visit you?"

Jimin looked pointedly at me. His expression was sober and deliberate. "No. Move to Korea. Come be with me."

...

I looked to Jess. I looked to JHope. They both seemed at a complete loss. I didn't know what to say or do. I looked back at Jimin.

"Jimin. I can't just up and move to Korea."

"Sure you can. Why not?"

"I have school."

"We have schools in Korea. Come on, Dia. You love me, right? What's the problem?"

I couldn't believe we were having this conversation now. This is what Namjoon had tried to warn me about. Jimin had all but proposed to me and hadn't considered any other side to it. He had jumped in headfirst. It was all or nothing.

"The problem is this is a huge deal. It's a big step and it's out off the blue."

"It's not out of the blue. What the fuck, Dia?"

I felt tears pooling in my eyes. Surely, he understood what he was really asking.

"I think we are gonna give you guys some space." JHope mumbled as he and Jess got up from the table and left.

Jimin had been sitting to my right. He leaned forward in his chair and turned it to face me as he moved my chair the same way.

"Dia. Do you not want to be with me?" He asked timidly.

I felt my heart breaking.

"Of course I do. But my entire life is here. School, my family, friends. It's a completely different country. I don't even know how to speak Korean! I only know a few words and phrases."

"I'll teach you."

"No, Jimin. You don't understand."

Jimin stood up, pacing the floor. I could feel the anger radiating off him. I couldn't believe it had come to this.

"It's simple, Dia." He quit pacing and stood with his hands on his hips, looking down at me.

I knew what he wanted me to say. He wanted me to say that we could make it work. He wanted me to say that I would do anything for him. He wasn't thinking about what life would be like for me. I wouldn't even be allowed to be seen with him. I'd be stuck in a foreign country all alone. I wanted to finish school. I had my own dreams. It wasn't a question of love. I was head over heels for this man. But it wasn't enough this time.

"I can't move to Korea with you, Jimin." I spoke in barely a whisper. I wasn't even sure if he heard me. I felt my tears drop onto my arms and I looked up. Jimin was staring off to the side with a hard look on his face. His fists were clinched. He looked downright threatening.

He nodded his head and backed away. He paused, looking over at me, before he turned and went down the stairs leaving me all alone. This was it. This was the end. I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces.