❝As she invaded without being invited, my shadow refused to let her in.❞

ACT I—SIXTEEN

HIS EYES were fully closed, breathing steady. She lightly giggled and pecked his button nose, then all over his cheeks.

She only stared with adoration filled within her eyes. Her eyes moved from his face to his unbuttoned white shirt. A sudden flame ignited within her. Her eyes glinted with mischievous intentions.

Intertwining their hands, she hovered over his body, kissing up slowly from his chest to his collar bone. He groaned in his sleep for the sensations he received. Her light chuckle was felt on his neck and so, he shuddered but refused to open his eyes.

Suddenly the feeling was gone but the warmth of another body pressing down to his was still there. Breathing over his face, she leaned down and then pressed her lips over his just so slightly.

At the feeling of her lips, he smiled. His hand that was resting on her hips, slid up and rested at the back of her head, then grasped her silky hair and pressed her down to fully kiss her on the lips.

He felt her lips stretching and forming a smile. Then it was replaced with a gasp as he started to kiss her with sudden urgency as if she was his oxygen and he finally got to breathe in.

Warm hand on his cheek, other tightening within their intertwined hands, she kissed him back with the same urgency, same need. A lazy and sweet, full of passionate kiss fueled them to life. Breaking the sweet kiss, she poked on his nose pairing with her giggle that chimed inside his heart.

"You got your morning kiss. Now wake up, my savior."

He fluttered his eyes open. Morning sun lights blinded him momentarily. When his vision cleared, the sight of the woman smiling down on him swelled his heart. To him, she looked like an angel. His angel. Caressing her hair, then her cheek, he mimicked her grinning face.

"How can I sleep when my heart aches to see the angelic face of my tough girl?"

"What the－"

Jimin jolted from his sleep, abruptly sitting on his bed. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he was panting heavily. He couldn't believe what he had just dreamed.

A dream that too, of him and Aya.

It felt too real, as if he had lived that moment. Her feather like touches were still stinging his body. As if the after taste of the kiss still lingered in his mouth.

"Has she now started to invade my dreams?" Running a hand through his hair, Jimin sighed out his frustration.

Dawn broke, the sun rose. Jimin laid there, not moving and stilled. His eyes never closed like his mind never stopped thinking.

'You like her.'

Jin's voice kept echoing in his mind and that made him groan out, stuff his face into his pillow.

Jimin knew if there was anyone who could help him, could see through him then it was his Jin Hyung. But liking someone? That too, whom he had met just a week ago? That wasn't understandable for him. Then again, it was his Jin Hyung and he was seldom wrong.

Then why are you so adamant in accepting it, Jimin?

Jimin scoffed and threw his duvet, getting up from the bed, heading towards his bathroom.

Under the shower, like the warm water, Jimin let his both irrational and rational thoughts flow.

"One doesn't like anybody just like that. What I'm feeling, this sudden rush of fever of my heart－it can't be like. I don't like Aya. No. What's wrong with Hyung? How could he throw such sensitive word at me like that? It's not that. I know myself."

But deep down in his heart, he knew Jin would never kid with his emotions. When Jin told him that, he had looked him in the eyes, straight, not swaying a bit. His eyes...did they betray him and portrayed a different emotion to Jin then?

While running in the lane of his unwanted thoughts, his eyes trailed on his wrist. Jimin placed that hand on the wall and then turned it. His eyes stilled. Whatever storm was forming inside him, making him sway his resolve of protecting his heart－all stilled.

With his other hand, he touched his wrist very softly afraid of poking the memories of that night. There were still hints visible on his pale wrist. Suddenly he felt the rawness of that cut－not in his wrist but in his heart.

Then why are you so adamant in accepting it, Jimin?

This time he had answers to give to his conscience, that was pestering him all along.

"Because I'm afraid," he whispered. His eyes had lost colors as if he just encountered something traumatic.

"I'm afraid of my shadow and anyone who would try to invade in."

Note :

Did I ever mention this story is supposed to be dark along with other colors? :')

Next chapter will be up after two days because I think I finally found back my rhythm of writing! All thanks to your encouraging words. Thank you so much :'D