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9: Tulips & Notes

Act II, Chapter Five

"You know what charm is: a way of getting the answer yes without having asked any clear question." - Albert Camus, The Fall

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My body felt heavy. Exhaustion was such a tricky thing. When I felt small circles on my back in the same respectful manner I was starting to grow used to, I knew he was real and next to me. I was grounded by him, his scent, the hard muscles of his chest and arms before my eyes could open.

Jimin laid next to me awake. Sunlight fluttered inside past the curtains that failed to cover my bedroom windows. The light beamed directly to my face, making the soft delight of waking up even harder. I scrunch my nose and heard a soft sigh from beside me.

"Cute." His voice, gentle, relieved, and pretty.

It was a trouble to see him. His skin glowed under the rays of the sun, the slight line teasing the way sensed his chest gently rising up and down. His breathing measured under the weight of my hand that rested on his chest. I cuddled his body, and the second my mind came to, I knew it was because he pulled me close to him in his sleep. Jimin cuddled what was close, I noted this the first time it happened to me.

Unlike the last time, he didn't move away harsh or distant. Although there was a tense aura radiating and fighting inside, I could see hesitation in his eyes again. The same expression I couldn't read. The more I stared at him, and he blinked over at me, I found the sleepiness to fade away and be consumed by his presence only.

"Good morning."

Jimin smiled. "Afternoon. It's 1 p.m., we slept in."

I pulled away from him slightly, unsure over why this hesitant expression on his face made my insides turn in confusion and a want to protect myself. It was an instinct gut feeling, something seemed wrong. As I positioned myself away from Jimin, I noticed the slightest frown spring on his lips.

"When did you wake up?"

"About a few minutes before you." His sleepy eyes stared around the room, I followed his cute stature. Our clothes were on the ground in different placements, my teddy thrown to a corner with my book close by my feet if I were to get up from the bed. An inner sheet which normally warmed me like a second blanket was on the ground, Jimin's condom wrapper on top of it.

The sight of it made me blush, every flash of excitement from the previous night clouding in on me, caving in. From the start of the sex, to the very end when Jimin finished. The speed of time erased possibility, having us in each other's command and control until the darkest of night and earliest of morning.

The best night of my life.

"That was..." Jimin let out a breath. "Quite a night."

I hugged the seat to my naked chest, noting the ravaging of bodies resulted in both of us naked next to each other by the end of it. Explored and consumed, each of us getting the fix they needed. A chapter of tease fulfilled and at its end.

It took me a few breaths to notice Jimin staring. When I caught him, he glanced away. Hesitantly leaning in to kiss the curve of my shoulder, he told me he'll make breakfast. I agreed, placing the softest smile I could and focusing back to the race of my heart.

Jimin stood and I tried my hardest not to look at him put on his joggers. I always knew some men were at their peaks in the mornings, but seeing it first hand, another hard in Jimin's pants made my mouth drier than usual. I forced myself to look away and wait for him to leave the room.