CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT, STRONG LANGUAGE, FLUFF, ANGST, MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL & HUMOR
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𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫
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I sat amply atop my bed, browsing the internet for apartments. I'd had no luck for several weeks; they were either too far away from Nam-gu and Saha-gu, where Yoongi and one of my closest friends, Kiana, lived, too expensive, too shabby, or had a problem with a foreigner living in their building. Luckily, I'd only dealt with the latter once.
I groaned loudly, flopping down against my mattress and pressing a pillow to my face. I sat like that for a while, glaring angrily at the pillow with my arms pressing it down gently atop my head. I'm never getting out of here. I'm going to grow old here and end up raising the dogs as my children. I kicked my legs heatedly, the Achilles Heel on my right foot banging against the metal bar of the base of my bed. My body shot upright immediately and I pulled my foot against me in pain, tears building in the corners of my eyes.
"God fucking dammit!" I hissed, shutting my eyes tightly against the pain as it shot through my ankle. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuckkk!"
"Are you okay?"
I opened my eyes hastily at the sound of Jimin's voice. "No!" I growled through gritted teeth, flopping back against my bed in a fit of pure frustration and mental exhaustion. I began to pout, not caring that Jimin had front row seats to my tantrum. With a loud sigh, I shut my eyes, trying to clear my head and think rationally about what the fuck I needed to do. Keep looking for a fucking apartment to get your ass out of this kinky, gay-ass apartment. And stop squeezing your fucking foot, it's only making the pain worse, you idiot.
Groaning at my reasonable, yet rude thoughts, I released my ankle and let it slide off the side of the bed and onto the floor. The pain slowly began to go away, and soon I forgot it was even there. Eyes still shut, I felt the side of the bed dip. I opened an eye to find Jimin sitting next to me, staring down at my face with a smile playing on his lips.
"If you fucking laugh at me," I growled, "I'm kicking you in your baby-makers."
Jimin chuckled aloud, immediately covering his mouth with his hand. I raised my knee up to his face as a warning and he smiled.
"You're being awfully moody today. Are you sure you're okay?"
I shook my head, laughing to myself. "You wouldn't understand."
"Try me." He turned his torso more towards me, placing a hand beside my head and leaning over to look me in the eye. His nose was scrunched in a playful manner; I simply rolled my eyes at him and laughed.
"Get out."
"It's my room, Yumin."
"I don't care. I'm busy." I sat bolt upright, pulling my legs into a criss-cross position and glaring up at Jimin. "Besides, your face is distracting me."
He lifted an eyebrow. "Am I too sexy for you to handle?"
"No. Your ugliness is blinding me. Now out." I pushed against Jimin's shoulder and he lazily stood up, giving me a sarcastic look before making his way to the door.
"Ok then. I just came in to ask what kind of snacks you wanted since I'm heading down to the store, but it seems like you don't want any, so I'll just-"
"No, wait! JIMIN!" I shouted after him but he had already shut the door, his footsteps fading down the hallway.
I whined to myself, annoyed and suddenly very hungry. I patted around my messed up bed covers until I found my phone, whipping it out and opening up my messages. I clicked on my messages with Jimin, fingers flying over the screen as I punched out my text to him.
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IMESSAGE CHAT
𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧😊
YUMIN
OPPAAAA!!
YUMIN
Jimin come back!!!
JIMIN
I thought my ugliness was distracting
YUMIN
I didn't mean it
YUMIN
come back!! 🥺
JIMIN
🤥
YUMIN
🖕🏽
JIMIN
u just want food
YUMIN
😗 mhmm
JIMIN
ughhhh fineeee
JIMIN
what do you want?
YUMIN
Otto Cheese Raymun and Sprite
YUMIN
please 🥺
JIMIN
sure
JIMIN
I'll be home in about 30 minutes
YUMIN
thank youuuuuuu
YUMIN
ily mochi 🥰
JIMIN
don't get into trouble
while I'm gone
YUMIN
if u don't hurry back, I might💀
JIMIN
🙄
JIMIN
❤️
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I smiled victoriously, moving my computer onto my side of the dresser to make room for my legs. I laid back slowly, stuffing my pillow under my head. It took a few jerks of my legs under and over the sheets before I got comfortable, sighing against the cool fabric of the mattress and pillow. I continued to look through my messages, clicking on Yoongi's contact. Without another thought, I decided to answer his text.
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IMESSAGE CHAT
𝐎𝐩𝐩𝐚🥴🖤
YOONGI
how're u feeling baby?
YUMIN-AH
idek
YUMIN-AH
Jimin's getting me food,
so I'm better
YOONGI
good 🥰
YOONGI
I'm done working on my music
for now
YOONGI
want me to come over???
YUMIN
🙏🏽 please
YUMIN
I miss u 🥺
YUMIN
And so does Jungkook
YOONGI
it's only been two days
YOONGI
u guys can't survive two days
with just each other?
YUMIN
HELL NO
YUMIN
I wanted a drink last week,
so Jimin told me to get
banana milk
YUMIN
And Jungkook caught me
and blew up at me!!
YOONGI
smh
YOONGI
u guys r like five-yr olds
YUMIN
only when I wanna be 😊
YOONGI
speaking of...
YOONGI
have u slipped up at all
lately??🥺
YUMIN
no
YUMIN
I don't want Jungkook and
Taehyung to find out
YOONGI
u know they're not gonna
judge u right?
YUMIN
yeah ik 😔
YUMIN
I just don't think I want
them to know yet
YOONGI
ok...tell them when ur
ready
YUMIN
thank you ❤️
YOONGI
what about Jimin??
YOONGI
u didn't say that u didn't
want him to know
YUMIN
I want to tell him...
YUMIN
I trust him...
YUMIN
But how do you just...
COME OUT as a little??
YUMIN
Like, "Morning oppa. You look
nice. Btw, I'm a little."
YUMIN
*walks off stage*
YOONGI
First off, you're only allowed
to call me oppa 🤧
YOONGI
And second off, I'm sure if
you just told him, everything
would be fine
YOONGI
But only when u feel comfortable
enough to do so
YUMIN
I guess...
YUMIN
Are u almost here??
YOONGI
Yeah. Give me a sec
YUMIN
...1
YUMIN
where r u??
YOONGI
Ok give me more like 10
minutes 😅
YUMIN
ugh fine
YOONGI
I love you ❤️🥰
YUMIN
If u loved me, you'd be
here already 😤
YOONGI
I'm going to assume that's
your menstrual cycle talking...
YUMIN
🥴
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I smiled warmly to myself, suddenly feeling a lot better. Looking down at my current attire, I figured Yoongi's grey sweatshirt and a pair of grey sweats wasn't the most appealing thing I could've put on, but being in the mood I was in at the time, it seemed most comfortable. I pushed myself to my feet, walking over to my suitcase at the end of my bed. I hadn't unpacked it since I brought it back with me from my old apartment. Rummaging through the random clothes Jungkook had ripped from my drawer, I pulled out black sweats and a white crop-top, quickly changing into them and folding my other clothes on the top of the suitcase. I stared at Yoongi's sweatshirt for a moment; I briefly recalled Jungkook whining about not having anything of Yoongi's, and him asking me if he could borrow the sweatshirt.
A smile broke out across my face as I realized how adorable Jungkook acted around Yoongi; he was more childish. Less uptight and intimidating than when he was around me. I picked up the sweatshirt and made my way to Jungkook and Taehyung's room. I wrapped my hand around the doorknob and turned, pushing the door open.
A breathy moan made its way out into the hallway and I froze. I stood in the open doorway for a brief second, unable to move out of shock and pure embarrassment. Taehyung and Jungkook were entangled in their bedsheets, the visible upper halves of their bodies bare. Taehyung's back arched slowly, a groan coming from deep within his core. Jungkook's head turned towards the ceiling from underneath the older, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. My hand fumbled around the doorknob until I grabbed onto it tightly and slammed the door shut, racing back to my room.
I slammed my door behind me, stumbling forward until I fell face-first onto my bed. Eyes open, I stared down at my mattress like it was the only thing in the room, my breath wafting back into my face.
"I need to get out of here," I whimpered, dragging my hands over my eyes. "Oh my god! What the fuck!?"
I curled up into a ball atop my bed and buried my head in Yoongi's sweatshirt, knowing I was overreacting by far, but walking in on your roommates fucking is never a sight you want to see at 12:30 in the afternoon.
After a while, I began to hear a commotion in the living room. Laughter and the shuffling steps of several people made its way to my door, but I stayed put. I had no intention of coming out of Jimin's room for fear I'd run into Jungkook and Taehyung, which I definitely would. A knock sounded at the door, but I stayed quiet.
"Yumin?" It was Yoongi. He knocked on the door again, stifling his laughter. "Baby, come out, please?"
"Never!" I shouted back, laughing to myself.
Yoongi sighed loudly, walking down the hall and saying something to the others. I sat still, not wanting to go anywhere, or see anyone, and erase the image of Taehyung and Jungkook from my brain completely. The door to Jimin's room opened and I hid my face against the sweatshirt, muttering for Yoongi to go away.
"It's me."
I peeked out at the voice to find Jimin watching me, his lips pulled up into a grin. "I heard you got into trouble while I was out."
I grumbled sharply, pushing myself to my feet. "Shut the door. I don't want to see them right now." I shut the bedroom door, leaning my shoulder against it. Jimin wandered over to me, grabbing my shoulders and turning me to face him.
"You liked what you saw?" he asked sarcastically with a smirk.
I growled at him, shoving against his chest. "No! I'm pretty sure I'm scarred for life."
He chuckled breathly, making the skin around my neck and chest tingle. "Sounds like I can't leave you alone in this apartment with those two."
I scoffed, shoving my hands in the front pockets of my pants. "I'm not a baby Jimin."
"Are you sure?" Jimin pondered, leaning close to me. I stared blankly at him, my eyes roaming around his face. I couldn't tell what the hell he was thinking, but having him close made me nervous and excited at the same time. "I thought you were my baby?"
"What? Jimin, what're you talking about?"
He slipped a finger under my chin and brought our lips together, pressing his small frame against my own so that I was trapped against the door. I pushed against his chest, our mouths parting by only an inch. I stared at him nervously, feeling guilty and scared even though I knew I wasn't in danger and hadn't done anything wrong. Jimin's eyes moved from my lips to my eyes, his pupils widening softly. His other hand moved down to hold my waist, my feet stationed between his.
"Jimin, don't," I muttered, turning my head away when he leaned in again. "What about Yoongi?"
Jimin chuckled. "He's my boyfriend too, Yumin. I'm sure he wouldn't mind if we fooled around a little."
I grit my teeth, growing visibly upset. Shoving against Jimin's chest, I forced him a few feet back. " 'Fooled around'!?" I shot, balling my fists. "You want to fuck me behind everyone's back and hope no one finds out?" I reached behind me for the door handle, but Jimin was quicker. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them at my sides, leveling his face with my own.
"That's not what I want, Yumin," he breathed.
I held eye contact with him, my breathing coming out ragged and hot with anger and fear. "Then what do you want?"
"You."
I rolled my eyes, scoffing. "Yeah right."
"I do Yumin," Jimin stated, his voice solid and steady. He released my wrists but kept his arms pressed firmly against the door so I wouldn't get away. "Yoongi knows that I care about you. I've told him more than once now since I found out you two were together." I stared at him, unsmiling, and he took that as an invitation to continue. "I want to be there for you like Yoongi hyung is. He seems so happy when he's around you, and I want that with you too."
"B-but, what about Jungkook and Taehyung? Aren't you happy with them?"
He nodded slowly, eyes trailing down my body. My stomach grew warm and I had to stare down at my feet to control the emotions that were overriding my brain. Jimin forced my chin up so that I'd look at him. I began to tremble nervously and he sighed.
"At least give me a chance. I know we don't know each other that well, but maybe I can fix that."
I didn't say anything. I had no words to express any sort of thought or emotion that I had at the moment. Jimin cupped my face in his hand, the other gripping my waist firmly. He brought our lips together once more, and this time I let him.
My hands reached out to touch him, gripping the front of his shirt as I inhaled sharply through my nose. Jimin's hand slid down from my cheek to my waist, pulling our bodies flush against each other. A yielding moan slipped past my lips as Jimin trailed kisses along my jaw and down the side of my neck. I could feel his heartbeat grow quick beneath my hands, his breathing roused and shaky as his hands slipped up my back and under my shirt.
"Jimin," I moaned, my hands snaking up around his neck. I laced my fingers through his hair and pulled at it gently, resulting in a deep groan from the young man. He chuckled hotly against my neck, nipping at my shoulder with his teeth.
"I'll take that as a yes then?" He smiled down at me, pressing our foreheads together. I sighed heavily against him, trailing my hands down the front of his body.
"I don't know how I feel about being in a polygamy relationship, Jimin. I've never-"
"I know. I-I know you're new to this, but don't let that be the reason you back out on me." Jimin let his head fall on my shoulder, pressing his face against the side of my neck and wrapping me in his arms. "Just give it a try. I wasn't so sure about it when I was younger, but somehow I ended up with six different partners at some period." He laughed mournfully, and I assumed he was longing for the other three men whom he spoke so fondly of.
I wrapped my arms around his torso and we stood holding each other for a few minutes before I broke away. "Are you going to tell the others?" I whispered. He nodded against me, squeezing me tighter in his embrace. I sighed. "Then I'll tell Yoongi."
Jimin released me, gazing down at me affectionately. I couldn't help but smile shyly, avoiding his gaze as he laced his fingers through mine. Leaning my head against his chest, we stood in each other's presence for a little longer before he left the room quietly. I sighed heavily, tears building in the corners of my eyes.
"What the hell did I just get myself into?"
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I crawled on top of Yoongi's lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. He pressed a kiss against my forehead, running his hands up and down my sides. I stared quietly at the wall behind him, not sure how to start a sentence that would easily explain what I'd agreed to. Yoongi wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing his way along my collar and up the side of my neck to my ear.
"What'd you wanna talk about, baby girl?" he murmured.
I sighed, beginning to tremble. Yoongi stiffened, his hands finding my face and forcing me to look at him. "What's the matter?"
"I..." I inhaled shakily, staring down at my lap guiltily. "Jimin asked me if I wanted to be in a relationship with him."
"Oh?" Yoongi sounded calm as hell and that made me feel even guiltier than before. I didn't want to lose Yoongi because of something like this. I didn't want to lose him at all.
I nodded. Yoongi tipped my chin up to face him, biting down on his bottom lip with a light blush trailing over his nose. "And what'd you say?" he asked calmly.
I sniffled, feeling my throat become thick with a sob that I refused to let come up. "I said y-yes. I'm sorry! I didn't ask you first to see if it was okay. I just assumed that since you're already dating him that it'd be okay and-"
"Shh, shh. Hey." Yoongi grabbed my face between his hands and I wrapped mine around his wrists, squeezing tightly as tears began falling down onto my lap. Yoongi watched me quietly, his eyes not giving away anything. I pressed my forehead against him, not wanting to let go of the brunet. His arms around snaked around my shoulders, pulling our bodies closer together as he muttered, "It's about time."
A mix between a sob and a laugh made its way from my core and I sniffled. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that I've been waiting for him to make a fucking move ever since he told me he cared about you. I know it takes guys a while to admit stuff like this, but it fucking feels like it's been forever."
I laughed against him, kissing Yoongi eagerly. He kissed me back with just as much eagerness, his hands gripping my hips. I smiled against his lips, the tears beginning to fall faster. The kiss grew saltier with ever second but we didn't care. Yoongi pulled away and started gently kissing my cheeks, making his way up my temple and to my forehead.
He sighed, looking down at me with such tenderness that I felt my whole body grow warm. I gingerly began to finger the collar of his light blue hoodie, tugging lightly on the strings like a child would. I would've let myself slip into little space, but I refused to do so until I felt safe enough. Yoongi had seen me slip into little space several times over the past few years when I'd come to him to get away from Yura, getting familiar with the behavior I displayed before doing so.
"It's just us, baby," he whispered, pressing a kiss against the side of my face. "If you want to-"
"Not yet."
"You didn't tell him yet?"
I chuckled airily. "Between seeing Jungkook and Taehyung doing...that...and Jimin suddenly moving on me, telling him I was a little was the furthest thing from my mind."
"You didn't...see anything you weren't supposed to with those two, did you?"
"I don't think I was supposed to see any of that!"
Yoongi laughed, hugging me tightly. "Good. I don't want you scarred, and I don't want you seeing them like that either."
"I feel like you're protecting me, and scolding me at the same time."
"I am."
"I didn't walk in on them on purpose, oppa!"
My voice rose irritably as I tried to defend myself from the protective man, retracting my arms and folding them across my chest. Yoongi chuckled, leaning forward to press a kiss on my lips. I narrowed my eyes at him, feigning being hurt. Inside, I was rather happy that Yoongi was protective of both me and the two intrusive men I lived with. It showed that he cared about all of us.
"C'mon," he tittered lightly. "I've been here for at least an hour and haven't gotten anything to eat."
"I'm not going out there," I grumbled, steadily raising myself up on my knees.
Yoongi quickly pulled me back against him, shoving himself off my bed with one hand and making his way to the door. I laughed nervously, my cheeks growing a dark red as I flailed my limbs uselessly. "Yoongi put me down!"
"Nope," he trilled, stepping out into the hallway. I let my legs fall to the ground like dead weight, making Yoongi pause so he could hike me up and over his shoulder. I squeaked in surprise, holding on to the back of his sweatshirt. He walked me out into the living room and sat me down on the small fold-out couch before sitting next to me.
"Did I just witness a kidnapping?" Jungkook pondered gingerly from the kitchen, clutching a Coke in one hand. He was wrapped up in light grey sweats and an oversized black long sleeve. Waddling awkwardly into the living room, he sat down beside me and I pushed myself away, keeping my gaze focused on the center of the living room. Jungkook chuckled lightly, leaning closer to me. "You like what you saw?"
"NOOOO!" I whined, crawling behind Yoongi to the other side of the couch. Yoongi and Jungkook laughed, the younger leaning over and connecting his lips with the older's. Yoongi let out a muffled groan, reaching out to thread his fingers through Jungkook's hair. I rolled my eyes with a smile and moved over to the other couch. Jimin and Taehyung wandered into the room, and Taehyung walked directly up to me.
"Hi?" I spoke questionably.
"Why'd you decide to come into our room?" he intoned.
"To give Kook Yoongi's sweatshirt... He said he wanted it." I pointed a finger in the direction of the couple, pulling one leg up to my chest and resting my chin on it. "I didn't mean to interrupt-"
"Knock next time," Taehyung chuckled. "I really don't want you walking in on me fucking someone again."
"STOP!" I covered my ears with my hands, pressing my forehead against my knee. I could hear laughter ripple through the bodies in the living room, making me grin. When I lifted my head and peered around the softly lit room, Taehyung, Jungkook, and Yoongi were all seated together on the smaller couch, warm smiles adorning their pale faces. Jimin sat down quietly next to me, a Sprite and Green Tea Ramune in each hand.
He handed me the Sprite before leaning forward and resting his head on my shoulder. I watched him silently, not knowing how to address his newfound affection. Taking a sip from my Sprite, I placed the bottle between my feet on the floor and laid back against the couch with a sigh.
"What's wrong?" he murmured against my neck. His voice sent shivers up and down my spine and I swallowed nervously.
"Nothing...I just don't know exactly how to react."
"To me?"
"Sort of.Or to affection in front of others."
Jimin lifted his head and stared at me softly, and I shook my head, quietly telling him that I'd explain later. He nodded his head in understanding, popping the cap on his Ramune and taking a few gulps. I watched his movement with a sense of awe and wonder, wanting his hands locked onto my waist once again when I heard a cough coming from my left. Turning, I found Taehyung staring at me with an arched eyebrow, a smirk slyly tugging at his lips.
I furrowed my brow at him and he flashed a toothy grin. "If you're getting all touchy on my hyungs, you mine as well do the same with me and Jungkook."
"I'd rather not, thank you," I assured Taehyung, rolling my eyes blithely. "And besides, I thought you didn't want me 'getting all touchy-touchy' with Jimin."
"Whatever makes you guys happy...and keeps you from walking in on me fucking-"
I grabbed a throw pillow from behind me and chucked it at Taehyung's head. He caught it and threw it right back at me. I ducked with a yelp behind Jimin's back, the pillow bouncing off his shoulder and back onto the couch cushion. Jimin placed his Ramune gently on the floor, turning around to wrap an arm around my waist.
"Stop," he chuckled, resting his head on top of my head. "No more talk about whatever the hell kinky shit was going on in that room."
"For your information, Jimin hyung, Jungkook's wrists weren't pinned to headboard this time," Taehyung bickered, grabbing on of Jungkook's wrists and waving his hand limply around in the air. Jungkook snorted, pulling his hand back down to his lap.
"Oh my god, I need to get my own apartment," I griped, turning and burying my face against Jimin's neck. He welcomed my affectionate behavior, wrapping his other arm around the front of my body and clasping his hands against my side. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks, feeling embarrassed with the foreignness of affectionate displays. I sighed against Jimin's shoulder, shutting my eyes and growing comfortable to the feeling of someone's arms wrapped protectively around me.
"So," Yoongi piped up. "Why don't we make something to eat?"
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My head throbbed from the three bottles of soju I had consumed. It was rolling in at 7 pm, and Yoongi had begun to grow tired, saying he should really be heading home. I watched lazily as Jungkook clung to the brunet, his body leaning exhaustedly against Yoongi's smaller frame.
"Koo, I gotta go," he chuckled warmly, gently pressing against the younger's stomach.
Jungkook groaned loudly, burying his face in his hyung's neck. "No. Stay."
"Tae?" Yoongi's gaze traveled over to the man leaning against the small granite island in the kitchen. Taehyung rolled his eyes playfully and stepped out to wrap his arms around Jungkook's small waist, pulling him away from Yoongi. Jungkook let out a drunken moan, distraught at having to let his hyung go. Taehyung pulled the young brunet close and safe against him with a smile, allowing Yoongi to slip back into his shoes. He walked back up to Taehyung and pressed a gentle kiss against his lips.
"I'll stop by in a day or two; I have to go back to the recording studio for a little while tomorrow," Yoongi mumbled, stretching his arms out above his head.
I yawned softly, stumbling backward a bit as my eyes began to close on their own. Jimin stepped up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist to hold me steady. I leaned back against him with a listless groan, regretting drinking even a bit of alcohol. Yoongi walked over and quickly kissed me and Jimin on the lips before walking out the door into the early night.
"Tae-ssi," Jungkook whimpered, clinging desperately to the lengthy brunet's neck.
Taehyung smiled down at the younger man, squeezing his arms securely around his waist before attempting to pick him up. He ended up having to half drag, half stumble with Jungkook back to their bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.
I slowly turned myself around, breathing heavily as I rubbed my face against Jimin's chest. Nari and Yeontan padded around our ankles, sniffing and huffing under their breaths. I blindly reached down and patted at the air until my fingers brushed against Nari's head, wanting to sit and cuddle the large, fuzzy Shepherd.
"I think it's time you went to sleep," Jimin chuckled, keeping his arm wrapped securely around my waist as he lead me back to our room.
I furrowed my brow. "I don't n-normally drink," I slurred. "I d-don't know why I f-f-fucking drank."
Jimin sat me down on my bed, Nari jumping up beside me to curl up down by the end. I leaned forward disconnectedly, my temples throbbing, the sound of Yeontan's claws on the hardwood floor seeming a thousand times louder than they normally would have been. Jimin slowly stood, positioning himself at the head of my bed. He guided my head down to his lap, slowly running a finger up and down my neck. I moaned softly, running a hand over his leg and under my head. I continuously fought off my drunken fatigue, my eyes small slits amongst the features of my face.
"Oppa?" I somnolently muttered.
Jimin trailed his hand along my jaw, working his hand up through my hair. I was growing more tired by the second, but there was still something I had to say to him.
"When I said I wasn't used t-to affection," I started slowly. "It was because of Y-Yura. H-He was only affectionate when we f-first started dating, but then things changed, and he didn't show a-any towards me." Jimin sat quietly, watching me lethargically as I spoke. "So...over the years, I've sort of f-f-forgotten what that's like; to feel wanted. So, if I don't know h-how to react to you or Yoongi...that's why."
I let my eyes finally close, enervation slowly clouding my brain. Jimin continued to stroke my head and neck, making the muscles along my face and back loosen at his touch. Soon, with everything silent but for the sound of our breathing, we fell asleep beside one another, our breath growing shallower until they met at the same gentle pace, and it seemed as if nothing existed but us.
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This chapter took a little over 28 hours to write. I'm so happy I finally finished it though; it ended up being 5000+ words long. This is the longest chapter I've written so far, but I don't think it'll be the last. Prepare for a rollercoaster ride of fluff and angst in upcoming chapters. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it. 💜💜 Please follow me for more books in the future. 🥺 I love writing, and I would really appreciate your support. I hope you have a wonderful day/night! 안녕. ❤