I am SO sorry for the delay. I didn't realize how much time passed since my last update. The concept of time has completely disappeared in my mind to the point where two weeks ago feels like four days ago.

Also look at Chim's precious smile he's so happy :)

Today it is raining outside. The clouds cover up the sun outside and darken the room inside. The sound of the rain against the windows is calming, yet also grinds into your skull. You still have a tiny headache.

You can ignore it though. You are eager and excited and a little anxious at the moment because Dr. In is back for another check up and, in a few moments, he will be able to tell you whether Jimin can leave the hospital or not.

It's been two and a half weeks. In that amount of time, Jimin got better- just way too slow. After a while, he got better enough that he said you could touch each other again, but refused to let you kiss him until his fever was gone.

Yesterday his temperature was almost normal.

You bite your lip, knee bouncing up and down like a pogo stick, impatiently awaiting the doctor's readings.

After another long, heavy moment, Doctor In's thermometer beeps and he calls out a number. He and Jimin talk back and forth for a moment and move on to check his back.

Oh yeah. You almost forgot about that. He's supposed to get the bandages removed for good.

"What did it say?" You ask Jimin as he turns around on the bed and pulls his shirt off.

"Temperature is back to normal," Jimin says. "But the doctor still has to decide if I can leave or not."

"But your fever is gone now?"

"Mmhmm."

The doctor talks again and Jimin is swept away in a new conversation. You look at your phone and text Namjoon.

Namjoon

He's better! Fever gone!

That's great! Will he get to come back now?

Not sure yet but I'll keep you updated

The next half hour passes by excruciatingly slow. Doctor In pulls Jimin's bandages completely off and throws them away. Jimin's back is a maze of scars old and new, lined with stitches in seemingly random places. All of the more recent wounds stopped bleeding a few days ago and are now pretty clean.

The two talk more for a moment while the doctor pokes and prods at Jimin's back. You wish you could understand what they were saying.

You won't tell Jimin, but you are 100% attracted to him speaking in his language. You like listening to him talk to his friends and the nurses and doctor simply because it is hot.

Jimin pulls his shirt back over his shoulders and turns back around, eyes on the doctor while he buttons it back up. Now that the bandages are gone, you can see the scar on his chest from when Sharon tried to kill him last year.

You swallow. The scar isn't huge, but it's not small either. The skin is puckered where the knife stabbed him, but healed all the way to the point where it's almost the same color as the rest of his skin. It would be easy to miss if it wasn't so big.

You can still clearly picture the image of Jimin getting practically dragged out of that house, covered in blood and barely walking at all. You can remember the terror that took ahold of you and didn't let go until you passed out that night.

You remember all the nightmares you had after that. You remember how hopeful you were that he would wake up, only to be disappointed when instead of waking up, he drifted further off into his coma.

It was debilitating.

You find yourself so wrapped up in your thoughts that you almost don't notice the doctor putting all of his things back on his little cart. He's ready to leave. Jimin stretches his arms all the way up, shirt lifting juuust a little bit, enough to show his tummy.

He's still so skinny. You begin to chew your lip a little more aggressively. He's been getting better and better, but he refuses to eat much more than what he was eating when you first got here. He says he still gets a little nauseous if he eats too much, which worries you.

"Earth to Y/n? Hello? Y/n, c'mere."

"Huh?" You snap out of your thoughts and look at Jimin's face. He smiles at you and waves you over. "C'mere," he says. You drop your phone on the couch and get up, then walk over to the bed. Jimin pats the spot beside him. You climb on and as soon as you're situated, he hooks his arm in yours and intertwines your fingers.

"So? Can you leave?"

"Don't know yet."

Doctor In finishes cleaning up and faces the two of you, smiling and pulling his gloves off. He says something in Korean, to which Jimin gasps and smiles really wide. "I can leave!" He says to you excitedly. You smile just as wide, matching his excitement. You throw your free arm around him and pull him into a tight hug- of course, being careful not to hurt his back.

Doctor In smiles and wheels his cart to the door. Then he comes back to talk more to Jimin. You watch Jimin's mouth move as he speaks words that are completely unfamiliar to you. You feel so dazed and distracted that after a couple of moments, when he glances down at you and smiles, you don't really notice.

Jimin's hand lets go of yours and wraps around your waist instead.

After what feels like forever, the doctor leaves. The moment the door shuts behind him, Jimin looks at you with the biggest smile and kisses your nose. "I can finally get out of here!"

"Uh-huh, and we can stay at Bongcha and Minji's house for a little bit. When do you have to get your stitches out?"

"In a couple of days. Doctor In said he would have done it today but his schedule is very busy, so I'll have to wait a little bit."

"Well that's not too long a wait," you say. "We'll get to spend that time in a nicer room with a carpeted floor and a bigger bed- we get an air mattress- and Bongcha is a really good cook. From the few times I went there, she made food before I came back here and I can guarantee it is way better than the stuff here."

You went back to the house four times in the past couple of weeks to renew clothes, do your laundry, clean yourself up, and eat whatever Bongcha prepared. You were able to use the shower here every day but you like using the shampoos Minji lets you borrow a lot better than the ones here. Hers smell like flowers while the ones here smell like chlorine and baby oil. Plus, the water pressure and temperature are nicer at the house.

"I'll bet it is," Jimin says. He pulls his legs up on the bed and sits crisscross, facing you. "We should be able to get there by tonight or tomorrow morning. Hopefully tonight."

"Taehyung said he can bring some of his clothes since you don't have any," you say. Jimin sighs. "I've got a few things," he says. "The police brought a suitcase of stuff left at my parents' house. The nurses put it somewhere when I got here. My parents bought new clothes- not much though- since I've grown out of my old ones."

"Wow at least they did that."

"Yeah," Jimin grins. "Well they weren't just gonna leave me naked in the attic."

Your face warms up as he says that, and his grin widens at the shade of red your face becomes.

Jimin leans forward, eyes closing as his forehead touches yours. You look down as he grabs your hands and holds them in your lap. He's not as pale as he was with the fever- no, he has color in him now- but he still looks so much paler than he was before he left America. Of course, that's thanks to not being outside much for a long time.

"We have plans to make," Jimin says, thumbs rubbing the back of your hands. You nod in agreement. It's a little scary to think about but also very exciting.

"I know we are definitely going back to America," Jimin says. "And we'll figure out what to do next while we're there, but before that," Jimin brings your hands around his waist and uncrosses his legs so he can pull you between them. His warm hands press against your back, holding you really close while he speaks. "I want to introduce you to the rest of my friends."

You can't even begin to explain the happiness buzzing inside your chest. "Let's see... I've met Yoongi, Namjoon, Taehyung, and Minji," you say. "And I've seen Jungkook on the phone- he was there when Namjoon called me to tell me you disappeared. When your parents came to get you."

"How is he doing?" Jimin asks. "I haven't talked to any of my friends in a while other than the ones that brought you here."

"It was like, almost a month ago but he seemed good. He's learning a little english. We got to speak a little bit."

Jimin smiles. "That's good. Looks like the only ones you haven't met are Jin and Hoseok then. I hope they're still in Seoul. I think you'll like them."

"I'm sure I will."

Jimin brings one of his hands up to cup your jaw and tilts his head. He presses his lips to your cheek and smiles against it. "My fever is gone," he says. "We can be close and comfy now."

"I still think we could have before now," you grumble.

"You still got sick."

You did. A week ago. But it was just a bad throat, a headache, and tummy issues. It wasn't that bad. 

"Not that sick."

"Okay yeah it was just a stubborn cold or whatever but still. I told you. What if it was worse than that?"

"Okay I see your point," you sigh. "But that's gone now." Your cheek brushes against Jimin's as you move your head down onto his shoulder. You turn your face into his neck and hug his waist tight, hands pressed to his back. You can feel his spine protruding more than you think it should.

"You need to eat more," you say quietly.

"It still feels weird to," Jimin says.

"Well yeah. That's because you weren't allowed to eat much before. Adjusting your diet will take time but you've gotta at least try."

Jimin nods. Your hands roam around his back, gently feeling through his shirt. There are bumps and lines all over the place from his wounds. You can feel the stitches. He's so... textured. You wish he didn't have to have these scars at all. You wish you could have made him stay at your house that day when it happened.

At least then, none of this would have happened and you would have been together through all of 2020- or at least enough of it before he would eventually get taken back home safely.

It didn't happen that way though and there's nothing you can do about it.

At least you're still here right next to him in the end, and he's okay now.

"Agh- Y/n loosen up a little. It stings if you press so hard."

You didn't realize you were holding on so tight. You immediately let go and pull your head up. "Sorry. I didn't realize." You meet Jimin's eyes. The look he gives you makes you feel delirious.

The look where his eyes focus solely on you as if everything else around him is irrelevant and you are the most precious thing in his life.

"It's okay," he murmurs. He takes your hands again and massages his thumbs into your palms. The long, mesmerizing eye contact only lasts a moment more before Jimin's eyelids lower and he leans in close. His lips find your jaw first and gradually moves up to your cheek before he stops and his lips hover over your skin.

One of his hands tangles in your hair and holds your head in place as he tilts his head and kisses you on the mouth for the first time in two weeks.

You sigh into the kiss. Your hands slide up his arms and grasp onto his shoulders. Your brain doesn't run very fast, so you hardly process anything Jimin does. You just go with it and let him do what he wants. He doesn't move fast. The kiss is slow, lips parted but without tongues.

As it continues, you can feel yourself leaning to the side until both of you are laying on the bed, still kissing just as soft, just as slow. You drape one of your arms over Jimin's waist lazily.

Jimin breaks the kiss to breathe and nuzzle your nose for a moment and then go back in for more. He does this a couple more times before sighing and whispering, "I love you," into the next kiss.

You smile and hum into his mouth as you wait for the kiss to break again so you can say it back. "I love you too." And then the kiss doesn't continue. Jimin presses his forehead to yours and wraps his arm around you tightly, then lets out a soft giggle.

"Okay," he says quietly. "We should text the others now to let them know I'm allowed to go back with you this time."

You nod. "Yeah." You sigh dramatically. "But my phone is all the way over there on the couch." You peck his lips and wrap a leg around him. "Too far."

"Ah, you're right. We couldn't possibly just get up and go get it," Jimin says. "I mean it's not like we have legs."

"See, you understand." You kiss him and rest a hand on his cheek. "We can just forget about it for now." You kiss him again and again and again and stroke his hair, pulling it away from his face and tucking it behind his ear. You like the little groans that come from him between each kiss. You know he doesn't want to pull away.

But then he does it anyway, and places a finger on your lips to stop you from kissing him again.

"Baby," he murmurs. Baby. That's a new one. "You are the definition of temptation." He pats your leg and pushes it off of him, then sits up. "But I think we can continue this after we text the others."

You open your eyes and watch him as he stands up and heads over to the couch to grab your phone.

Definition of temptation. Your heart flutters. You are satisfied with that title. You can't keep the smile off of your face.

Definition of temptation.

Meaning he can hardly resist you.

•••

"So this is where we're staying for a while- look, the air mattress is queen-size!"

You sit on the air mattress and fall backward into it. It wobbles and moves a little bit and you sink into it.

"This is bigger than my bed!" You smile at Jimin, who is standing by the mirror closet, looking around. There's a tiny suitcase stood by his leg- one that the police put together after going through his parents' house. There's not much in it. The nurses kept it for him until it was time to leave.

"Looks comfy," he says. He leaves his suitcase on the floor next to the stool that's holding yours and walks over to the air mattress. He's wearing a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt with a gray zip-up jacket over it. He lays down next to you on the mattress and looks up at the ceiling.

"This is a nice house," Jimin says. "Minji got along pretty nicely."

"And she's so nice, too," you say, nodding. "I was actually nervous to meet your friends but they're so nice to me. I don't know why I worried."

Jimin turns his head so he's looking at you. "They're amazing," he says quietly. "I'm so happy you like them."

You turn your head and beam at him. His lips turn up in a little smile and he leans forward to kiss your nose. "Precious," he murmurs. You close your eyes and move forward to kiss him but someone knocks on the door.

"Come in!"

The door opens and Taehyung, Minji, and Namjoon walk in. "Hope we're not interrupting anything," Joon says. You and Jimin sit up. The three of them sit on the floor in front of the mattress. "Just wanted to come spend time with you."

For the next forty minutes, the five of you talk amongst yourselves. Since they all knew Jimin in high school before he did foreign exchange, you get to listen to stories- roughly translated of course- about stuff they did together back then.

Stories that you could honestly listen to all day long and never get bored of hearing.

Jimin on the other hand, probably couldn't. He blushed the whole time and didn't say a whole lot unless he was trying to remember something. He seems to remember the littlest details about things that happened years ago though. He's got the memory of a computer.

He even remembers things about your own relationship that you yourself didn't remember until he said something about it.

After those forty minutes, Minji leaves to help Bongcha with lunch.

You've noticed the whole time how close Taehyung and Jimin are. They sit close together naturally and finish each other's sentences. Which makes sense, since they've known each other the longest.

What makes it better is that they weren't able to see each other much for a little over a year- since Jimin did schooling in America last year- yet it's like they were never apart.

That's the kind of friendship you wish you had with your own friends.

Honestly, Jimin has told you he used to struggle with making friends but he's got more than you do and has kept them all longer.

Maybe you just have to wait a little bit to find your own. To find the good ones that never leave. It worked for him.

At lunchtime, Jimin sits between you and Taehyung at the table and the other three sit on the other side. The conversation is a little more lively since there are three people in total that can speak English and talk to you.

Jimin doesn't have all that much on his plate. He says he's still adjusting after being sick and he'll start eating more later, so it doesn't bother you too much. You think it'll be fine. He just got better from his fever. Although, when the nurses at the hospital offered to give him more food when he started getting better, he refused every time.

He seems okay though, so you won't worry about it too much yet. He's happy and will get better soon.

Jimin tries to teach you how to use chopsticks for your meal and laughs when you don't get it easily.

You're in the middle of talking to Bongcha about shitty American schooling when Minji says something to Jimin, which you can tell because she says his name. You'd ignore it but everyone else at the table goes silent and stares at him.

You look over, suddenly anxious, only to find that he's fine, but his shirt is covered in whatever was in his cup. Taehyung and Namjoon burst into laughter, and Jimin follows suit.

What was I even nervous about? You think, joining in the laughter.

Jimin stands up, still laughing, and pushes his cup away from the edge of the table so as not to spill it again. "Oops," he says. "I'm gonna go change real quick." He leans down and kisses your head. "Be right back."

Jimin disappears down the hall where your shared guest room is.

"I'm lost," you say, grinning. "What happened?"

"Jimin was laughing too hard and spilled his drink," Namjoon says. "Not sure how that happened but I think it's funny."

You shrug and turn back to Bongcha to continue your previous conversation as if nothing happened.

After ten minutes, you realize Jimin probably shouldn't be taking so long to change shirts. "I'm gonna go check on him," you tell Bongcha, and you get up and leave the table.

The hallway is dark, since the lights are out. When you reach your room, you knock on the door and open it to peer in right as Jimin pulls his shirt off.

You gasp. "Ah- s-sorry! I didn't mean to- I'll just-" you begin to pull the door closed, but Jimin laughs and shakes his head at you. "Why are you freaking out?" He asks.

"W-well because- I-"

"It's not like you haven't seen me without a shirt on before."

You somehow turn redder. "Well- I mean..." you step inside and close the door. "I- yeah..." your eyes look anywhere but at Jimin.

"You've seen me without pants too."

Your face feels as red as a hot stove. "I-I have? When was that?"

Oh wait, no. You remember.

"When I came to your house at night. And Lily had to come help me."

"Oh... slipped my mind."

Jimin pulls on a gray shirt from his suitcase and walks toward you. "Aww you're so red," he coos, giggling. He stops in front of you and cups your face, then moves your head around. "Is the precious shyyy?"

"S-stop it-" Jimin crouches down and wraps his arms around you, then lifts you up. You gasp and grab his shoulders. "Put me down!"

"You're so smol," Jimin says. "How can I not pick you up?"

"I'm not small, you grew. You're just tall."

"Yeah I grew but you're still so small."

"I-I'm not that short."

"You are that short."

"Noooooo." You cover your face with one of your hands, only to immediately remove it and grab Jimin's shoulder again when he hoists you up higher. You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders, hugging close to his body so you won't fall.

Jimin laughs and carries you to the air mattress. He plops down on it and buries his head in your neck. "I like being this close to you," he says. His fingers spread out over your back. "You're really warm."

"Mmhmm." You tuck your head down and kiss the top of his head. "We can't stay in here you know," you murmur. "The others'll wonder why we ditched them."

"Just one more minute," Jimin says. They can wait one more minute." He kisses your neck and pulls his head back up. His eyes are shiny. So pretty.

It only takes one more second for you to notice his complexion. Your frown and brush his hair out of his face. "Why are you so pale?"

"I mean I haven't been outside much."

"Okay yeah but you weren't this pale earlier."

"It's the lighting."

His forehead feels normal. So it's not like his symptoms are returning or anything. Guess it is the lighting.

"Hm. Okay then." You shake it off and nod. "Let's go back out there then."

"Why the hurry?"

"I dunno, I just don't want them to get the wrong idea."

Jimin grins mischievously. "What's wrong with them thinking the wrong idea?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. His little grin turns into a knowing smirk. "You're my girlfriend. I say let them think whatever they want- aw, you're blushing again."

He's right. Your face is red yet again. "No I'm not."

"You're worried about what's going through their minds right now," Jimin says, seeming amused. "But I'm curious to know what you're thinking."

"Nothing."

"Are you thinking something dirty?"

"I- no."

"Mmhmm." Jimin tightens his arms around you and scoots to the edge of the bed. He stands up and lets you down. When your feet hit the ground, your legs wobble a little bit. "Right. Let's go."

"Wait," your hands are still up on Jimin's shoulders. "Kiss?"

Jimin smiles and leans down, then pecks your cheek. You pout and point to your lips. "No, here," you say. You stand on your tiptoes and pull his head down, but he turns his head, dodging your kiss, and places a soft kiss on your jaw instead.

You frown like a child. "Chim-"

"We have plenty of time later to do whatever it is you want," he says, feeding you his gorgeous smile. His eyes twinkle. "I'm sure you can wait."

Before you can protest, Jimin grabs your hand and pulls you out of the room and back out to the dining table to finish lunch.

Which for Jimin, is nothing. The moment you get back to the table, he picks up his empty plate and takes it to the sink to rinse it off. You and everyone else are only halfway through lunch and he's already done.

He doesn't have a fever now. Why does he still feel nauseous if he eats too much? Especially when "too much" is hardly a whole meal. It doesn't sit right with you.

You don't even notice yourself zoning out until Jimin returns to his seat next to you.

"Something on your mind?" He asks quietly, and he isn't teasing you about earlier. He actually looks concerned.

"No. Why?"

"You're holding your fork upside-down."

You glance down. Surely enough, you're holding the fork by the tines and not the handle.

"Oh. Didn't notice. Yeah I'm good." You fix your mistake and take a bite of your food. "Mmm."

Jimin shrugs it off but rubs his foot against yours slowly for comfort.

After lunch, you sit on the couch and watch a movie with the girls while Namjoon and Taehyung do the dishes. Jimin takes a shower. You're pretty full from lunch, so the moment you hit the couch, you realize you're very sleepy.

On the tv is Frozen. Gotta be honest, sometimes you forget that they dub famous movies like this for other countries. It just hasn't ever crossed your mind. It feels so bizarre to hear 'let it go' in Korean.

There are subtitles on for you, and you try to stay awake enough to read them, but you're so drowsy that the words keep blurring and you can't even pay attention to the screen.

You drift in and out for the next ten minutes. Every time you close your eyes, you doze off and feel like you're falling, only to wake up again abruptly, disoriented and confused.

Eventually, you realize there is no reason for you to have to be awake, so with that on your mind, it becomes easier to fall asleep.

So you sink into the couch, arms wrapped around yourself, and snooze away.

The next time you wake up, you're not exactly sure what's going on, but Jimin is humming, so you make a noise to signify that you're awake, and then immediately pass out again.

Countless minutes after that, you resurface into consciousness yet again. The movie is at the part where Anna has found Hans again and Elsa is in the prison. You drift away again.

Awake. Movie is ending. Asleep.

Awake. Movie credits are playing. Asleep.

Awake. You feel weightless, like your moving through the air. And then you realize you're being carried. You lift your head.

"Shh, go back to sleep. I'm just taking you to bed."

You put your head back down and fall asleep.

Finally, the last time you wake up, its because you're really hot. You open your eyes and look around. You're alone.

You peel your blanket off of you and get out of bed, which doesn't feel good. Your stomach hurts. Hopefully it'll pass soon.

You leave the room, yawning, and realize you don't know what time it is. You haven't checked your phone. You don't really even look at it that much anymore unless you're calling mom or talking to your friends. You keep forgetting you have a phone because you also have a Jimin and that's much better.

Speaking of Jimin, you hear his laughter coming from the living room before you even walk out of the hallway. It's not even like the giggling he does when he's around you. It's complete, full-fledged, fall-out-of-your-chair laughter. It makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside. You wish you could hear him laugh like that all the time.

When you peek into the living room, you see it's just Taehyung and Jimin and no one else. Taehyung is laid back on the couch, giggling as if he's out of breath and it hurts, and Jimin is collapsed on his side, still chortling with laughter.

You're not sure where everyone else is, and you want to go sit with Jimin, but he and Taehyung don't get as much time together as you do.

So you hide back behind the wall before either of them see you, and retreat back to the guest room. You can wait and do something on your phone. You don't want to intrude on their best friend bonding time.

You sit back down on the air mattress and pull the covers over your lap, then grab your phone so you can play a game or watch something. You find your earbuds and a movie to watch, and lay down comfortably, all warm and snuggled up in your blanket.

You fall asleep fifteen minutes into the movie.

It's almost shocking how tired you are.

You aren't sure how long you sleep before you wake up. When you drift slowly into consciousness yet again, you feel Jimin next to you, his arm moving to wrap around you. You open your eyes and look to your side at him. When he feels your movement, he opens his own eyes and looks back at you.

For a moment, neither of you say a word. You simply lay there, gazes locked.

"You've been napping all day," Jimin says, closing his eyes and nuzzling his face closer to yours. "I missed you."

Aww. You shut your eyes as well.

"How come you're so tired?" He asks.

"Last night I had another nightmare," you murmur honestly. "And I didn't go back to sleep for a while."

Throughout the two weeks you spent at the hospital, you kept having nightmares. Jimin broke the no touching rule every time that it happened because he knew it'd be bad if he didn't. The nightmares weren't as bad as the first two though. They slowly became less and less scary that when you awoke each time, you didn't immediately ascend into pure panic.

Jimin backs up. You open your eyes to see his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes shiny.

"You didn't tell me?" he asks. "I would have helped you go back to sleep."

"I couldn't. You looked so peaceful."

You didn't wake him up because you knew the last thing he needed was to wake up and help you again because you have an (now) irrational fear of losing him a second time.

So you just cried and went on your phone to take your mind off of it, which ended up keeping you awake for longer than you'd hoped.

Jimin sighs and shifts so that he's closer to you. "The others are getting ready to have a marvel marathon," he says. "Just the Avengers movies. That's why I came in to check on you. Do you wanna come join?"

That sounds like a lot of fun, actually. So you nod. Jimin tucks your hair behind your ear and backs his head away so he can open his eyes and see you clearly. You stare back at him. All you wanna do is cuddle. Maybe when you're watching the movies, you can do that.

Jimin's eyes trail down to your lips. He inches forward and kisses them for one fleeting moment, then presses his forehead to yours and says, "I love you."

You smile self-satisfied and kiss him again. "I know," you say. "You're all mine." You roll on top of him and stare down into his eyes. Your smile fades and you kiss him again. "I love you too."

It's silent again as Jimin closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. You could get used to this peace. This feels nice. Jimin lets out his big breath and all of a sudden, he comes to life. He abruptly sits up, bringing you with him, and traps you in his arms while he tickles your waist.

You gasp in surprise and then screech with laughter, slapping his arms to get him to stop. "N-no! No tickles! Stop!" You squeal. Jimin begins laughing along with you and doesn't stop until he's satisfied, which doesn't take long, since you're already a mess of giggles and spasms.

When he does stop, he hugs you around your waist tightly and buries his face into your neck. You return the hug around his shoulders.

"I don't want to leave yet," he says, kissing a spot on your neck. "I just wanna stay in here with you."

"We'll have plenty of time to be alone later." You dig your fingers through his hair and massage his head.

"Yeah but I wanna be alone now." He kisses your neck again and traces your jaw with his lips all the way up to your ear.

"If we start this now, someone is gonna walk in on us. Since that's just how it works."

"Just five minutes?" Jimin whispers. He kisses the soft spot under your ear again and leaves his lips there.

You sigh internally. The last thing you want to do is leave this room, but you know someone is gonna interrupt you at some point anyway.

"Okay fine but only because I really want this too."

Jimin wastes no time in laying you back down on the bed carefully and climbing over you. Your legs dangle off the side of the bed, which is bad luck because demons and shit, so you curl your legs up and wrap them around his hips.

Jimin kisses you, open-mouthed, one arm holding him up while the other hand is in your hair, holding your head delicately while he works his tongue with vigor.

You grasp onto the back of his shirt, letting him take control and do what he wants. When the kiss gets sloppy, his lips move to your neck and he begins kissing lower and lower until he reaches the collar of your shirt.

The last thing you expected him to do was hook his fingers in the fabric and pull down as far as he can so he can explore the rest of your neck and where your chest begins.

One of your hands flies to his hair so you can hold onto his head and stop him if you need to- though at the moment, you don't think you'll need to. In fact, you don't want him to stop. You want him to explore and kiss and touch every inch of you.

Which also scares you a little. You'll just leave the situation in Jimin's hands.

He pulls your sleeve down and kisses the dip between your neck and your shoulder, then follows your collarbone up to your shoulder and kisses the top of it, nibbling your skin there.

And then he bites. Your. Shoulder.

You gasp at the feeling it creates, all hot and close and different and way too quick to stop and enjoy it.

You grasp Jimin's hair tight and pull it- maybe a little too hard, because he gasps and throws his head back. You bite your lip and slip your hand out of his hair, but he grabs your hand and holds it against his head. "Don't let go."

You smile to yourself and fist your hand in his hair while he dives back down and kisses your lips once again. He shifts all of his weight onto his other arm and wraps his free hand around the side of your shoulder. He rubs the top of it with his thumb, right over the bite mark, then smiles into the kiss, proud of his little mark.

The door opens. You and Jimin both whirl your heads around to see who interrupted. It's Taehyung. He stares in confusion for a moment, dumbfounded, and then blinks out of his haze to say something.

Of course, you don't understand what he's saying. Jimin speaks back to him and he leaves the room.

You stare at the door for a long moment. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jimin look back down at you, so you turn your head and look back at him.

He doesn't say anything. He simply stares down at you as if wondering what to say.

So you speak instead.

"I told you we'd get interrupted."

And there you have it folks :)

Since I've been gone for like, two weeks (I swear it didn't feel like two weeks) here's a little treat I guess that I found on twitter.

Y'all ever just like, look at something and can't believe it exists? Well yeah I saw this and my mind went blank because wow I'm not even a hard stan or anything but this popped up and oh my god what the actual hecc ma'am I've never been attracted to someone's back before y'all feel me? So I unconsciously saved the photo and well would ya look at that how did it get in my camera roll that was an accident.

Anyway I'm gonna shut up now sorry for the long note :)

Have a good day/night!<3

-L