The Spawn

Twenty Three

"Can't sleep?"

It's strange to think of Yeosang initiating a conversation like this, but it was definitely breaking a bit of the evident tension in the air between them.

Jimin gulps thickly and slowly turns to his other side, seeing how Yeosang is facing the ceiling intently.

Guess he knows him a bit too much.

"No," Jimin says quietly, letting his eyes fall to the black sheets, "Kinda hard to when there's a target over my head."

Yeosang didn't say anything instantly, but he does slowly turn to his side too to meet Jimin's line of sight.

"Man, you must be regretting your birthday tremendously."

"Oh without a doubt."

And just like that, through the darkness of the night with the moon peaking through the curtains, they could see each other's small smiles.

Even if they couldn't see it properly, it was still there. The memory of that day Jimin met this boy, filled with a lot of baggage and has only caused him nothing but trouble.

Yet he has managed to do something many he failed to do.

Make Jimin smile.

It's been a while since Jimin has smiled before, and did it feel..... Nice.

Sure they're making fun of their situation now, but there's nothing much to do besides that in order to give light into the darkness.

And that light was the small flame glowing between them from inside their souls, that they have tried hard to block with shadows to not reveal the life slowly being brought back into their lives.

That only has only blossomed the more they linger onto each other.

It felt warm, they both felt warm. Somehow the space between them was growing more and more smaller until they were face to face, now seeing their eyes much more perfectly.

It has became such a strange habit for Yeosang to just touch Jimin in some way. It's almost as though his body reacts before his mind could even catch up, letting that fragile need for physical contact glow on its own. That's the only explanation for it since his hand once again found Jimin's cheek, loving the way the side of Jimin's face fits so perfectly against his hand.

Even his palm is warm against Jimin's skin, unable to help himself from closing his eyes and let's his full lips gently peck his hand.

Yeosang only continues to rub Jimin's skin with his thumb, almost in as though he's protecting him in a small gesture, making Jimin even feel a shiver run down his spine by the strange delicacy of this moment alone.

They're never this delicate and it's strange to say the least.

In a good way.

Jimin is not use to this type of tenderness, it almost feels foreign, but in a way it's like his body enjoys it.

To have someone make him feel vulnerable or delicate, just with a simple touch and not works.