Seventeen imagines

#22"Beshy" "First love never dies" and "Beshy" continuation

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You inhaled, "Hmmmmmm," and exhaled, "haaa".

Province is surely great than ever. You are sitting under the big tree in front your house and enjoyed the scenery.

"Hey," someone called you. It was Seokmin, your childhood friend and also your first love.

"Hi, good morning," you greeted.

He sat beside you, above the green grass. "Feel good that you finally came back?" he asked. He put his hands at the side to support his weight, looking up on the white clouds above the sky.

"Hmmm," you mumbled. "If my mother is still alive, she will be happy that I finally came back in our old house."

"(Y/N)," he muttered and looked at you.

It's been 2 months ago since your mother passed away with stage 5 brain tumor. And her last wish before she died is your freedom. Actually, she was the main reason why you were involved in an arrange married with a guy you didn't even love- it was with Jihoon, the guy who offered bucks of money for your mother's treatment.

"Did you already pass your divorce papers with Jihoon?" Seokmin asked while looking at you.

"I..." you looked back, "signed the papers and left it with him. Jihoon needs to sign it."

Seokmin smiled. "Great. You did a good job (Y/n)." Then he held your hand.

You knew that you did a great job. Besides, no one would be happy to stay with a guy who didn't love you at all. However, why are feeling down? You are now with the guy you are in love with- Seokmin, yet, you can't attain holding his hand.

"S-Seokmin," you stuttered and pulled your hand back.

He didn't expect that reactions from you and that made him speechless. "W-Why? What's wrong?"

You let out a sighed. "Jihoon and I are still married."

"But you said you already signed the papers, right?" he asked, under-tone.

"Yes I did. But we are still married not until he signed the papers and passed it."

"He signed it or not, you won't change your decision," Seokmin stated before he gently pushed you down on the grass and went on your top.

You gasped in air as your back laid against the cold grass draped with spring's dew. And when you looked up you saw his face. He put his hand beside your ears, locking you in between. His knees kneeled beside your legs making sure you wouldn't even budge any single move.

"You will be mine," Seokmin marked. He bend his arms to make the gap closer. "You are mine at the first place, right (Y/N)?" he whispered. He eyes went down on your lips, leaning closer and closer.

Your heart beats faster than ever. You know what will happen next and the part of your mind makes you aware that his actions are morally wrong. So you tilt your head away as a way of rejecting him.

"Don't. Please Seokmin, I still respect my conscience," you pleaded with heavy breathing.

"Hmmm," he mumbled. You thought he will stop but he suddenly holds your chin to make you face him.

He buried his lips on yours and the world fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. His hand rested below your ear, his thumb caressing your cheek as your breaths mingled in between. You closed your eyes and kisses back, running your fingers down to his spine, not to pushes him away but to pull him closer until there was no space left between your bodies, that you could feel the beating of his heart against your chest.