It was October the trees shedding their brown and orange leaves and the gentle cold chill of the air calming your neighborhood.

The smell of pumpkin spice candles all over the apartment as you and jimin baked some pastries together while wearing matching ghost pajamas.

“Baby in there actually cinnamon in cinnamon rolls?” He asked to be honest he didn’t know jack shit about baking and was only doing it to spend time with you.