Soulless

puis sauvé

"Just you." Yoongi sighed, letting his head fall onto Jimin's shoulder.

"Just me," Jimin whispered against him.

In each other's embrace, Yoongi could smell gentle vanilla and piquant citrus in Jimin's clothes, on his neck, in his hair, everything about it immediately relaxed Yoongi. He softly inhaled as much as he could from the angel, realizing he was counting the seconds by, savoring the closeness, just like last time.

Recently, in their sessions, Jimin helped Yoongi realize that he was terrified of abandonment, of resentment, of being alone. So holding Jimin like this, Yoongi realized he was afraid to let go, he was anxious about the possibility that Jimin will never hold him again. Yoongi subconsciously squeezed tighter, smelling more, feeling everything he could grasp in the most intimate detail. Like how soft Jimin's hair felt in between his fingers, or how Jimin relaxed once Yoongi stroked the base of his neck. He savored the feeling of Jimin's heart picking in pace, almost catching up with his own, Yoongi thinks he could soak in Jimin's heat forever.

"Jimin," Yoongi's breath felt like fingers ghosting along Jimin's neck, making the boy quiver in chills within his arms, "tell me you won't leave."

"I won't," Jimin was practically clinging to Yoongi, "I promise I won't leave."

At this, Yoongi was able to let go of the breath he had been holding, allowing his shoulders to fall from their tension he loosened Jimin, looking into his eyes. Again, they seemed almost happy, a tint of pity and sympathy was visible in their reflection. However, the longer Yoongi looked into the fog of Jimin's grey eyes, he noticed how big they became in size like Jimin was fascinated with Yoongi in a way. He gazed upon Yoongi's porcelain skin, he held Yoongi's crimson face close to his, holding his breath as he stared into him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Yoongi whispered.

Jimin paused his gaze, letting go of Yoongi's face and letting his hands fall to his sides, ashamed of his actions. He looked away as color seeped back into his eyes, biting his lip he sighed.

"You're the only person I can touch, without seeing their soulmate." Jimin murmured.

"What about people who've found their soulmate?"

"It's not the same, with you I," Jimin quieted down, "I don't know, I just feel something when I touch you."

"Like what?"

Jimin chuckled, shaking his head and looking at Yoongi again, "I don't know," he ran a
hand through his hair, "I just, I can't describe it."

"That's awfully cliche Jimin." Yoongi dryly laughed.

"Yeah, I know." He giggled, looking away again.

"What are you doing here anyway?"

"Taehyungie invited me and Jungkook to lunch, and Jungkook said you worked here so I
came to find you." Jimin smiled, pink tinting his cheeks.

"Well, I'd say you came at a good time." Yoongi bitterly laughed again.

"Does that happen often?"

"No, that's the first time."

Jimin nodded, pursing his lips, "Well, I don't know if you're allowed on a break but it'd
be nice if you joined us."

Yoongi nodded, "I might, just gotta go down to the cafeteria."

"You don't bring your lunch?" Jimin gasped, "Yoongi you waste so much money buying
it every day."

The man just shrugged, "I have money to burn."