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It's cold in the hall as I wait to knock on the door of apartment 6B, I cling to the thin coat that merely hugs my shoulders. A strong gust of wind blows from a broken window down at the end of the hall, It amazes me how crappy of a complex Jimin lives in even though he makes decent income. I hesitantly raise my hand, momentarily letting my fingers curl into a fist, they hang in front of the dingy old door. My stomach tingles with nervous bugs, I feel my body sweat just slightly.
Jimin and I had our first fight last night, I left angry and he left in tears.
I suck in a tight breath, and rack my knuckles twice. It's silent for a few long seconds and then I hear locks twisting, I imagine his small hands fumbling frantically. I smile for only a little before the door swings open, and I feel my pathetic heart burst. There stands my boyfriend, His hair freshly dried, over sized hoodie I had bought him on our first date is the only thing clothing his body, his eyes are puffy and irritated, and his cheeks are flushing pink. I feel tears swell in my eyes, it burns but I resist them quickly. "Hello" I mutter, my voice almost a whisper.
The silence that follows is awkward for only a minute, The boy before me reaches out and latches onto my arm, tugging me into the apartment. I gasp at the sudden action, stumbling to catch my balance as I lean against his plush leather couch. My head spins shortly and I close my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose and trying to stay calm. "Y-Yoongi?" A whimper echoes into my ears and I snap open my weary eyes too look down at Jimin, his hands are shaking and wet droplets are spilling down his cheeks.
I move immediately, wrapping my arms around the fragile boy. He buries his head into my chest and sobs harshly, clinging to my shirt tightly as he shudders. I soothingly running my hands along his back and hush him, his tears soaking my shirt but I could care less. "Jiminie...why are you crying baby?" I ask, pulling back just slightly too wipe Jimin's face dry. He sniffles and looks pleadingly into my eyes before speaking, "I-I shouldn't have made you so mad, I'm sorry hyung."
I shake my head and press my fore head to Jimin's, smiling softly. I attach my lips to his and he kisses back, it's a tender kiss and there is no heat or sexual tension, just love. His tiny fingers inch up my chest and rest on the edge of my jaw line, I drop my hands to Jimin's hips and he hums against my lips. I remove my face from his whilst slipping up the hoodie that hung off of him so adorably, he is wearing no underwear and I smirk cheekily. I see his cheeks burn brightly, " Expecting someone..?" I question slyly, tracing my finger nails along his lower back and grin widely when he caves. "No one but you" Jimin sighs, letting me peep at a small tug of his plump lips.
I kiss him again, this time harder. I grip his waist and hold him close, feeling a desperate tightness in my chest. "Don't leave me" I whisper into his ear, he places his chin on my shoulder. "I won't" Jimin replies, his voice quivering and breaking off. I hoist the boy up by his thighs, the thickness of them straining and clutching onto my body as he sits against my hips. Jimin smiles up at me, and it's a real, heart felt, crooked tooth, squinty eyed, smile. My heart thrums against my sternum wildly, I love him.
Jimin relaxes in my grip, his arms languidly hang around my neck and he leans in and once again our lips connect. It's fireworks this time, bright and multi colored, our lips tingle. I slip my tongue into his mouth, Jimin moans and it vibrates into my skin,
I feel it pulsate down to my groin. I spin around and push Jimin up against the wall, grinding slow and plentiful onto his hips as he lets whimpers pour from his open mouth. I detached my lips from his puckered ones and stare back at him, "You're so beautiful" I whisper.
I see his eyes water, a grin plastered on his blushing face. Jimin slips his arms off my shoulders and brings his hands to my head, lightly cupping the side of my face. "You...You are beautiful Hyung" He says strongly as his lips quiver, small tears streaming slowly down the crevasses of his body. He feels weak in my arms, barley holding himself together. "Oh come on, what's with the tears?" I try to make the mood light and humorous, but my own eyes are burning with droplets of salty, bitter water.
"It's you..." Jimin pauses, planting his feet back into the floor but staying between my chest and the wall. "It's always been you, Yoongi." His words are hoarse and strained, and I can see that he's holding back the urge to cry loudly. I stay silent, my hands still gripping the boy's hoodie as he shakes softly. "Did you know...when I was a freshman and you were a Junior, I used to purposely run into you in hallway? Just so you'd notice me." Laughs Jimin shortly, looking down at my fingers that traced the seam of clothing on his hips. "You were so mean to me, but even getting that attention from you made my heart ache. When you asked me out, I went home that day and cried. Just like I am now..." He says, nostalgia fuzzing his brain as I intertwine our hands together tightly.
"I've never been happier hyung, Thank you." Jimin finishes in a mere whisper, lifting his head up and peering into my watery eyes. "I love you Jimin" I tell him, and kiss his cheeks multiple times until he's giggling and hitting my chest with his palms.
"I love you too Yoongi."