Anniversary
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If it weren't for his patience and composure, he must have told her everything he had planned; she must have noticed the little smiles he tried so hard to hide and might have embarrassed himself in front of her, but she didn't ask questions. Didn't raise a brow. Good. Jimin thought, relieved that the quivering excitement he had this morning has now drowned into a silent calmness.
He could feel the warmth from their intertwined fingers, her thumb brushing through his skin while her gaze was far ahead.
"Enjoyed this day?" Jimin hummed, looked at her in a second, then back to the calm waters of the ocean.
Jeongyeon turned to him, feeling the slightest coldness of the dry wind. She had grown more beautiful, he noticed, but she had always been this way, elegant, conservative yet, simple. And he must be lying to himself if she wouldn't be the one he'll grow old with, have a family with, and live a life worth living.
"Yeah," Jeongyeon said, smiling with the tint of blush on her cheeks. "You don't know how much I enjoyed this day. With you." She added the last words in a whisper, her voice soft and serene.
Jimin felt a bubbling pit under his stomach, just like what she always did to him.
"What? You don't believe me?"
"What?" He pulled back from his reverie, realizing he had momentarily swayed from their conversation. He looked back at her. "I said nothing like that."
He heard her breath. "I just... feel like something is off."
"Off? What do you mean 'off'"?
Jeongyeon wasn't the type to open her thoughts freely, even just for a simple matter. She always had been kempt for herself, hadn't wanted to give others a burden or trouble. She had this maturity that not everything is needed to be consoled verbally, from their petty arguments or when one decided to flatten the feud, she was never the person for words, but she is a woman of action. She had been like this, and when she knows her presence is needed, she will make him feel she is there for him. And she had been. Always.
"Stop joking around Jimin-ah." Now, she sounded like his mom. "You're hiding something, I sense. For years we've been together, I can simply tell what you're up to, even the face you make when you needed to take a shit."
The last remark had left him in a burst of laughter. The wind had gone down in centigrade, and the lights from the open establishments near the shore had glimmer upon the sand. There were people around, a couple, just strolling around the beach. Just by the echoes of roaring thunders, Jimin thought it was time to head back before the weather gets a toll on their vacation.
"Funny, Yoo." He remarked, still holding her hand. "Can't I have this time with you; on our anniversary?" But then, he leaned over her; his nose brushed the skin where her ear and jaw met. When she sensed his proximity, she came to a stop, peering in more.
And there came a voice, a hush rather, too tempting, too raw.
"You said you enjoyed this day; why not we take our precious time back to the suite." A smile slipped past his lip, one she knew well the meaning behind it.
Just as he thought she'll challenge him further, give more sassy feedback or the infamous roll of her eyes, he was once again welcomed by the soft blush on her cheeks; it has almost gone unnoticed if it weren't for the gloom of light from a nearby stand.
"You're unbelievable."
"Oh, am I?"
"Yes, I can't believe I can handle someone like you."
"Handle me?" Jimin flashed a grin. "Well, you can handle me tonight."
She pushed him aside, one of the few mannerisms she had when she finds herself in an unbearable situation or of the few times she can't find an answer, rare times he finds her vulnerable. And cute. She had no single idea what this makes him feel.
"What can I do with you, Park Jimin." She placed her other hand on his cheek, linking through the warmness that had set there, and looked him in the eyes, straight into his lingering gaze, only to give him a playful slap, honestly not that painful to begin with.
He ruffled her hair in exchange and flashed a sweet smile.
"I love you."
Just as she opened her mouth, heavy raindrops fell, almost suddenly that left them in a spare second to cover themselves under their arms. Jimin took her wrist, leading her forward, trying to give as much protection knowing a simple breeze can make her feel sick afterward. It was an agonizing distance to reach their room this time when he remembered it was just a couple of steps from the shore this morning.
Jimin studied her quite a bit to notice she was soaked not from head to toe, but this alone had concerned him. Jeongyeon turned to him, her eyes widening at the process.
"You're drenched in rain."
"I'm fine." He answered, opening the door with the key as the lights automatically open upon their arrival. "Go, take a shower."
"What about you?"
"I'll follow when you're done."
He watched her head inside the bathroom, the door coming into a complete shut. It wasn't that he disagreed; they have taken baths together, do things side by side; it wasn't new to them anymore. Perhaps, the space they had in the very beginning had limited to feet, to an inch, and barely their skins upon each other. It must be the thought of composing himself, without Jeongyeon around, just for a certain time, he had to keep his anxiety in check.
What if she says—
Jimin closed the drawers upon hearing the door behind him open, a glimpse of a box tethered his eyes.
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The heavy rain hadn't stopped but, it can't be denied the warmth that had settled around their room. Jeongyeon could hear the running water inside when he had occupied the bathroom for a few minutes now. She had changed into her nightgown, so thin, she can hardly feel the touch of the cloth. She faced the mirror, the blower fanning against the strands of her hair. Jimin never let her sleep with her damped hair and she neither doesn't want to have a headache after. She hadn't expected much of a fancy celebration of their anniversary, rather she liked it this way. Love it this way. Not that she loath grandiosity, it was this simplicity that made them comfortable.
The door opened, she watched his reflection in the mirror and found him already looking her way.
Jimin hadn't changed in a new set of clothes. He had wrapped himself in decency, a towel around his waist and another one on his shoulder to catch the still dripping drops from his hair. He should be heading to the closet where their clothes are, but he found himself standing behind her, as her head slightly crooked downwards, trying with all her might to reach the back of her head.
"Let me help you."
Jeongyeon let him, his fingers drew her hair, her neck in plain sight. Sometimes, he would brush his fingers along the bareness of her skin, an electrifying sensation travels up on her spine. It took a few more seconds for silence to wrung around them, only with the consistent sound of the hair blower in their peeking ears.
"Sit." Jeongyeon said, taking the blower back to her hand and letting Jimin take half of the bench, facing him while she ruffles his hair, freshly damp, she noticed.
"Don't you know how to dry properly?" She asked, busy, her other hand on the crook of his head. "You must have wet the carpet."
"You don't like that?" Jimin said, closing his eyes moment from moment. The blew of hot air strained his face.
"You know I don't."
"Clean freak." He teased.
It took a couple of minutes for his hair to dry, and them staying in that position and with his bare chest, he must have felt cold but it is satisfyingly warm. Jimin took a handful of strand from her face and pinned it, ever so gently on her ear. He loves it when she concentrates like this, the appearance of the tiniest crease on her eyebrow, the way her eyes met his for a heartbeat, and every time she bites her lips as if she had been thinking the same thought as he is. Jimin had noticed these things forever and he wouldn't get tired watching it over again.
"Jeongyeon."
"Hm."
He held her wrist, the hand holding the blower, and took it from her, slowly set it down the table, and shut the power off. As if the silence had become more prominent, it had and Jeongyeon swears she could feel her heartbeat under her chest. The pitter-patter of the rain outside hadn't helped at all.
Jimin held her cheeks, below where her jaw is, softly kneading his thumb below her eyes, under her lips and just as she tried to open her mouth to say something, he had planted his lips on hers.
A second passed by.
"What?" He pulled back, a tease on his tongue. Jimin looked at her, tentatively watching with entertainment her dazed reaction. "You're saying something?"
For a second time in a row, when Jeongyeon had mustered the courage to finally open her mouth for a good cause, she had felt his soft lips on hers; this time, he had no intention of letting go. Had no intention to not finish what he started. It was a pulling force, an attraction between them. This wasn't the first time he had kissed her—touched her, but it always felt like the first they had made love. It was slow, antagonizing slow, and Jimin had the bout to tease her when he brushed his tongue on the lowness of her lips, earning a shiver of gasp from her. He inwardly thought to close the space between them which he instantly did, cowering his hand on her waist and the other, under the volume of her hair on the back of her head. Jimin grazed his teeth on her warm lips, earning another strained gasp under her breath. Jeongyeon opened her mouth, meaning his entrance inside her and swallowing the taste of his tongue with hers combined.
She paused.
"I—" The words disappeared; his eyes managed to see a hint of softness there.
"I'll be gentle." He said.
Jimin caught her again. Her nightgown folded near her waist as his feverish touch had cradled upon her thigh, softly massaging the delicate skin in there. He felt her arms crossed around his neck, her fingers starting to fiddle his hair idly. He swears he felt her body arch when his hands had touched a fragile skin under her nightgown, near the sides of her slim stomach, near the base of her breasts. Jimin scooted down, back to her thigh, squeezing, kneading it gently as he wanted. His lips slowly parted.
"I'll have to carry you." His voice was raspy.
"Okay."
And he planted kisses on the base of her neck as Jeongyeon had provided the access for him, her legs crossed around his waist, his strong arms supported her back. They almost subtly stumbled on the bench if it weren't for their dazed focus but Jimin had relished the moment more as his blazing lips came apart her, on her collarbone to the swell of her breast.
"Can I?" His gaze was dark, filled with desire but the dim of gentleness was still clearly present. Jeongyeon nodded, allowing him to strap off her nightgown in one movement, her arms above her head as he laid her on the comfort of the bed, around the white sheets.
He had earned a breathy moan when he took her breast into his hungry mouth, circling his tongue over and over until he felt the pull of her fingers on his hair, her other hand had dug on his shoulder, surely a dent of scratches after.
"Jimin..." He watched her fluttering lids from below.
"I know."
And he claimed her lips once more, roughly than what they started. Their tongues danced in rhythm and Jimin had the urge to contain himself, promising he wouldn't draw any discomfort on her. As their mouths were fighting for dominance, his knees had buckled between her legs, causing her to jerk in surprise but before he could look into her eyes, make sure he hadn't hurt her, she had pressed her lips once again, dying only for his attention. Jimin traveled down, shifting softly to touch her core, burning under her garments.
"You're so hot." He said between breaths. "And wet."
"Yes..."
With his thinning patience, he had pushed a finger or two inside, which she had received in a tensed moan and slight arching of her back, her legs trembled unannounced. He had her breast around his mouth while he eradicates her sweet calls, his fingers drawing inside and outside her. He felt her body tensed one more, her center grinding against his wet fingers.
"Too much?"
"N-No."
He had teased her; he had elicited her soft moans under her breath that ghosted his bare skin. Jimin had been burning slowly, his restraint was dangerously thinning out and he knows he can't stay longer like this. He had parted her legs, gentler than what he expected. He caught her again, and now Jeongyeon can feel the pressure coming from under the towel. Her tolerance had reached rock bottom, and her fingers tried to unwrapped his only barrier of nakedness, itching to touch every part of his body, the same thing he had done for her. She looked at him, too caught off the building tension in their bodies; and the scent of their sweat.
She thumbed his swelled lips, looking at him delicately as ever.
"I want you, Jimin." Her voice in a panting whisper, her cheeks had burned into a flash of pink. "I want you. Inside me."
And they were both in flame, he had filled her, and the sense of familiarity had felt so satisfying. Their naked bodies atop each other. She had pushed a couple of locks from his bare face, smoothing the lines on his forehead so lovingly. He had thrusted in and out, in and out, until he had bored his head on the swell of her neck, asking for leverage as she angled her knees around his waist, higher and higher and his thrusts going deeper, reaching the most sensitive part of her high. Jimin had croaked a broken moan as her fingers had dug on his skin, on his chest, nearing their own peaks and with one rock of his body, rougher, bolder, before an involuntary stretched of a shriek escaped Jeongyeon's lips, he had claimed hers again, drowning the sound of the moan under her pounding throat.
"I-I'll be gentle." He said the second time.
"J-Jimin..."
"I know."
With one thrust, he felt her fleeting body; her once strained body calmed under his touch. He had watched the shallowness of her chest subside, the bud of sweats on her forehead, and her swollen lips as a result of his hard work. He should have exceeded the lines; he should be more unforgiving. He should have contained a little of his restraint, but he doesn't want to hurt her, and purely because of the bound of respect he had for Jeongyeon.
And the love that permanently had screw its place in there, he doesn't want to over do.
"Jeongyeon." He called softly, his shaking fingers toppling over the drawer on the nightstand, making sure he wouldn't produce any unnecessary sound as her eyes remained closed for the time being.
He scooted beside her, drawing the sheets closer to their linked bodies and he could feel her shift, turned to her side to open her eyes groggily and look at him, nothing but the tenderness of her beautiful face.
"I've been meaning to give you something."
Jimin had brushed the strands of her hair away from her temples, away from her damped neck, only to sway it at the sides. She hummed in return, still waiting for what he is to say. She must have sensed—must have seen the nervousness that surfaced not on the quivering of his eyes but by the subtle shaking of his fingers, trying so hard to calm the emotions that had burrowed through. Jeongyeon met his eyes for a sheer moment.
"You're shaking."
"No. I-I'm fine," Jimin said, watching her from under the warm orange lights, meaning to control himself once again. "Only if you'd accept my gift in return."
Her eyes had widened and her breath got caught at the back of her throat, unable to produce any reply, any words that seemed to be stumbling back on her tongue. Jeongyeon looked at him for a plight of a second, his stare lingering deep onto hers and back to the box he had been holding, with a ring that settled at the very center. Jimin had never seen her open like this as if he could read like an open book, which is what he did tonight. She is finding for the right words, for the right answer, and when she hadn't, for a stretch of time she hadn't, she had bored her head on his chest, hugged him with all her remaining strength, and for a little while, he thought he heard her sob.
"Will you marry me, Jeongyeon?"
He could already feel the shuddering of her body and it only took him a second to realize, that indeed she was crying.
"Of course." Her strangled giggle rang his ears as she pulled back, to meet his eyes and wipe the impending tears. "Of course, I'll love to marry you, Jimin."
And she hugged him again, this time, a hue of happiness present had stretched through her eyes. And his eyes. Jimin cradled her, the blooming in his chest can't be denied and for the woman he had dreamt of marrying, there's no second doubt he had claimed her body—out of the burning love, for the second time tonight.
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Don't mind me >/////<