—Chaerin's POV—
Jimin and I just came out of the cinema. While we were buying snacks I didn't know what to get, I was undecided between churros and popcorn, so he bought me both. We ate it all, that's because we've been using so much energy lately ...
Sex with Jimin is great. There is no doubt, we do it every day, it's normal since we are at the beginning, probably this passion will fade away with time but it doesn't matter.
It's as if we are getting to know each other now, day after day.
Well, on the one hand, that's it, we're playing a question game.
In the park near his home in Busan, we stay here again for a couple of days. I like Busan.
I'm asking him the questions.
《Ok, the same answers are not valid.》 I say, he nods.
《What is the thing that makes you smile when you think about it?》
《Chaerin.》
《One thing you are proud of?》
《Ma chérie.》
《The best thing in your life right now.》
《Um ... you.》
《All right answers.》 I say happy with his imaginative answers.
《Ah, that was a quiz?》 He laughs.
《Nah, but you made it a quiz.》 I give him a pat on his nose.
《Where would you like to go now?》 He asks getting up from the bench, I get up too, he looks around the park.
《Mmh ...》 he makes me turn around on myself and I finish landing on his chest.
《Right here.》 I reply, I hug him tightly. I want to stay here forever.
《In your heart.》
《You're already here.》 He says looking into my eyes, before kissing me.
I detach myself. 《Last question.》
《Go.》 He smiles. His cheeks look so soft when she smiles.
We start walking, his arm wraps around my shoulders and I put mine around his waist.
《Do you have a particular memory of your childhood?》
《Mmh, to tell the truth, there is a period of my childhood that I don't remember. It's short but I have a total emptiness as if I hadn't lived through those days.》
《Some kind of early amnesia?》
《Yes more or less, but I don't pay much attention to it.》
《It's curious, not remembering a period, I think it would scare me to feel that emptiness in my memory.》
《It happens to many kids.》
《Not to me, I remember everything.》 I say proud of myself.
《Really? Tell me something about your childhood.》
《My father, he takes up most of my childhood.》
As we walk we come across the playground area, where the swing and other games are located, this triggers a memory that I particularly care about.
I point to the swing. 《My father always pushed me as a child.》 I look there, smiling like a kid at the sweet memory.
We both sit on the empty swings and rock slowly.
《Your father, what did he die of if I may ask?》
I look down at the shiny green grass.
《He ... committed suicide.》
《Chaerin, sorry I shouldn't have to-》
《It's ok.》 I smile slightly.
I got over it, kinda.
《He had been with depression for years, he fought so hard for my mom and me, he wanted to be with us despite the illness tearing him down from the inside. But he couldn't take it anymore, when he got worse, the therapy didn't work anymore, nobody noticed and he pretended to be fine because he loved us, but then one day ... he couldn't hold it anymore.》
I feel a lump forming in my throat. I tell everything by remembering every happy moment I spent with him, moments that I will keep as treasures until I'm in this world.
《You know, on the one hand, I'm relieved that he doesn't have to suffer anymore like he did while alive, but selfishly I wish he was still here with me.》
《It was a shock to find out about Taehyung.》
《It was horrible, I admit.》 Knowing that Taehyung also wanted to die that way ...
《My father took his own life the same way Taehyung was about to do it.》 My voice breaks.
Jimin says nothing, looks away. It's not easy to hear about these things, I know.
He gets up, I follow him with my head until I turn completely, almost like an owl, because he has moved behind me to hug me from behind, even though I'm sitting.
He rests his chin on my head and sways me slowly intoning a melody.
The melody is nostalgic, of those that hurt you from the first note, but that gives you the serenity to the soul. An unusual inner peace.
I grab his arms that are around my shoulders and rest my chin on his arms, close my eyes enjoying this moment with him.
When I heard Jimin and Jungkook talk about Taehyung's suicide attempt ... it was like reliving it all with my father. I remember that day vividly.
《We can go home whenever you want.》he says softly.
I nod, get up and take his hand. We set out, grabbing something to eat because we're hungry again.
I would like to ask him about his father, but I'm afraid that he may withdraw in himself as he did in the past.
I gather courage. 《And your father?》
《Mmh ...》 he presses his lips in a thin line. There isn't much to say besides what you already know. I don't remember much about him, he just ran away.》
《We both had particular parents.》
《I agree, but our mothers did a great job, we're beautiful.》 he says laughing, but embarrassed immediately after for what he just said.
《Idiot.》 I laugh with him and his cheekiness.
《You had a great idea to spend time in Busan again, my city has a new meaning now.》
《Which?》
He stops, making me stop too. He takes my face in his hands and with a serious but still sweet look he tells me:
《It's where our story began, where the two of us started.》
I hug him tightly, trying not to cry. I'm happy. In his arms, Jimin's arm. Who would have ever imagined it?
《Who would have thought that our teasing games would lead us to this?》 If I think about it seems almost impossible.
Our "story" began most strangely. It was just sex and physical attraction.
《Do you remember when I was with Yoongi at that party at my house and you were with that ugly witch Yerin? You started touching and kissing her while watching me dance and so I did the same with Yoongi.》 If I think about it now ... I feel so embarrassed.
Jimin's reaction to that memory is to make a face half disgusted and a half in shock, maybe he had it removed.
We keep talking about our memories and as we get home, we set the table and start eating. We got some simple cold noodles.
《But nothing beats when you fell asleep on me while we were kissing.》
《Yah, you can't make fun of me forever.》he pouts cutely like a kid.
《I seriously thought I sucked at kissing.》 I say laughing, turning the chopsticks in the noodles.
《I mean, a guy who falls asleep on you while you kiss him, isn't exactly a good sign.》
For a moment he continues to pout then starts laughing. Immediately after he claps his hand on his thigh.
《Oh no, this is the best, remember when in the elevator, as we were going to dinner with mine and Yoongi parents, you dissociated from your body for a brief moment. Remember?》
I feel my face turning red. Yes, I remember, it was one of the first times that I daydreamed about fucking in a public place with Jimin ...
《Pff.》 I puff, trying to shake it off.
《What were you imagining at that moment?》
《What moment?》
《You know what I mean.》
《No, I don't know.》I take a big bite if the cold noodles.
《Come on, when we were in the elevator, our bodies were attached ... you had cheeks as red as two apples. What were you imagining?》
《Me? Nothing.》
《You can tell me now ... we are a couple. I've always wondered.》
Was I so fucking obvious?
《Well, that you-that we ... we fucked in that elevator.》 I give up and confess.
I never would have told him before, even under torture. Not to give him satisfaction, but now things are different.
《Chaerin, that was obvious you were imagining that but exactly how?》
I smile, he wants to know the details.
《Well then ... it all started that you blocked the elevator, complained about how agitated and beautiful I was for Yoongi, then you grabbed my neck and-》
《That happened.》 He says interrupting me, with his chopsticks pointed at me.
《Ah.》 I don't know from what moment my head started imagining things.
I try to change the tone of my voice, lower and hoarse.
《So ... We started kissing, we lost our balance and my back hit the iron of the elevator. You touched me, but you were insecure, you wanted my permission.》
《I'm a true gentleman even in your fantasies.》
《Then you turned me around, your hard cock pressed on me, you lifted my dress and, after having my consent, you started filling me with your cock.》
He looks down, I think towards his legs?
《Great, you made me hard.》
I laugh. 《Oh, my boyfriend is so sensitive.》 I get up from my chair, immediately sit on his legs and make my butt sit right on his cock. And I succeed, he immediately stiffens.
《Holy shit, it's a shame there isn't an elevator nearby.》
I bend down to his ear.
《After you continued to fuck me, looking at me from the mirror, like we did in the shop ...》
《You have a wild fantasy, ma chérie.》 His hand goes up and down my back.
He only knows half of the fantasies I have.
I kiss his neck, I only do it there. He goes crazy when I do.
《You like to torture me, huh.》
《It's the summary of our story.》
He laughs. 《You're right.》
I stretch getting up from him. 《I'm so tired.》 I yawn with my arms up.
He looks at me confused and incredulous. I think he's hating me right now for making him hard ...
He was convinced that I would direct this situation elsewhere.
But I know if I tease him a little like this ... the next day will be even better.
I smile at him innocently as I clear the dishes and put everything to wash.
His gaze follows me at every action I do.
I know that I will pay the consequences.
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