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61 | not going anywhere

Jimin

At first my hands gently caress her cheek, capturing a blonde strand of hair and tucking it behind her ear. Her twin jades twinkle in fascination, a small pout keeping her full lips agape.

As I get closer to her, I notice all the little things like how her breath hitches in her throat and the freckles dotting her cheeks or how her left brow raises slightly as she waits in anticipation for what happens next. I notice how the moonlight falls on her, morphing shadows on her cheekbones and on one hemisphere of her face causing her green eyes to stand out even more in the dark. She's the most breathtaking thing I've ever seen and having captured her attention in this moment makes me feel so incredibly good, the best I've felt all day and only because she's here with me.

None of us say anything for a long moment and my attention falls on the faint glimmers near the corners of her eyes, wetting her lashes so I reach out and wipe the tears away. Instead of cowering against my touch, she shuts her eyes and takes a deep breath, leaning closer to me. I put my hand on the nape of her neck, slowly tilting her head up so that she's finally facing me, and I test the waters by reducing the gap between us. Her eyes finally open, her own hand softly reaching for mine and she bites her bottom tentatively. Once she lets go, my instincts and impulses take over.

Fuck it.

I kiss her.

Our mouths clash against each other. I'm kissing her. I'm finally kissing her and she's kissing me back. The kiss is slow, hot, eager, desperate, our tongues collide against one another. My hands snake around her waist only to pull her close to me until her chest is on mine while her hands get tangled in my hair, fisting it in a way that the sensation almost seems relaxing.

I turn her around so that its her that's facing the counter and lift her on it. She spreads her legs and I rest between them as my hand travels up her thigh. I press onto her, and she moans in my mouth, her legs wrapping around my waist as she kisses me with such longing its making me hard. Her hands make their way to my neck, and she applies a little pressure on the side of my throat; her tongue traces my bottom lip and then she catches me off guard when she softly bites on it. I groan against her lips, and I can feel her grin.

Fuck she's driving me insane.

"Nox," I grunt. "Fuck-are you sure?"

"Are you sure?" She returns with a naughty smirk.

Fuck yeah.

"Of course." I manage and with a giggle she dives into my neck and begins planting kisses among my skin, while my hands climb up to her sweats only to undo the string when they go under the barrier of her flannel, feeling for her soft skin.

She's so warm and responsive and provocative, and the scent of vanilla interlaced with her skin serves as my fix; the perfect fucking drug, far more addictive than all the stuff Yoongi keeps in his apartment. My brain is high up in a cloud, in its own personal heaven and I smile to myself pleased. I'm phased, already so high on her even though all we did was kiss. Now that I've got a taste of her, I don't think I'll be able to let go.

I return to her lips once again before moving to her jawline, planting pecks all the way to her collarbones. I move aside the collar of her flannel and her fingers play with my hair whereas my own travel under her shirt feeling for her bra when I feel for her bare breast. She lets out a moan as I cup one of her breasts, my fingers toying with her nipple until it hardens, and she drops her head back. I lean into her and kiss her neck, running my teeth across her skin and she hisses; her legs open wider, and I press myself harder against her until her mouth falls open.