Jimin sat you up on his lap, as you lay your head on his shoulder, playing around on his phone. He was a producer, a very well-known one, despite this young age. "Babe, how's this?" He played a snippet of his new song that he was working on, looking at you. "I feel like it needs more bass and drums, don't you think?" He asked, sipping on his whiskey. Jimin and you had been a couple since 7th grade, he loved you, you loved him. Obviously.