Forbidden Desire

Cookies

A/N: Isn't just frustrating how authors sometimes disappear from the face of the earth? 

In the beginning there was light. Because someone forgot to put the blinds up the day before. Me. So uninvitedly the sunlight stepped inside my room with cero care of my well-being; slapping my face and forcing me to wake up. I stirred, trying to shade myself from the new found annoyance as I do every morning. Turning around, and covering my whole body with my blanket; somehow for whatever reason, the blanket pulled back. The realization of the abnormality in this situation kicked in three seconds to five minutes later. Probably took a mental nap. Once the brain cells came back, I jolted awake, but my legs were entangled within the sheets and the blanket that I ended up with my ass on the floor, hands in the air, and my body in between the crevice of the bed and the tiny drawer located next to it.

"Motherfucker" I hissed.

"You okay, babe?" Mumbled the blonde boy on the other side of my bed.

Rightttttt, Jimin!

"Yes baby, I'm fi-" Standing up I see he is again fast asleep on the bed. Bastard didn't even wait for a response.

He is sprawled on the bed hoarding my blanket. His blonde hair is going on every direction, his tinted rose cheeks still have the imprint of the pillow present in them and his lips are slightly parted. Istg; if he drools. Everything in him screamed he was tired. I wouldn't blame him though, after going rounds like W.W.E...geez... I'd be surprised if he wasn't. Unlike me, his skin glowed under the sunlight. An addicting view actually, his shirtless form under the thin sheets and messy blanket. My eyes lowered and I could easily make out the various bruises from last night. Scratches on his back, each one more prominent than the last, bites and marks on his chest. Each one getting lower, and lower... I averted my gaze once thoughts of the night before wanted to corrupt my sanity.

It's six in the morning. Get it together, dammit!

I take some clothes and head to the bathroom for a shower. Once I'm inside I see my reflection and boy was a mess. At this moment I knew I stole Mufasa's job not only that but the bruises in my skin made it look like I was beat like a rag doll. Not that it was far from the truth but the context is very much different.

As I get inside the warm water hits my skin and my muscles relax. The feeling being so euphoric, I lost track of how long I was under it. Later I did my routine; just as I finish I reach out my hand towards the handle that is supposed to hold my towel but I don't feel nothing. I reach out again but to no avail.

"Were you looking for this?" Says a familiar voice.

"Aaah! Max?! What are you doing?" I shrieked.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm handing you the towel, idiot." She was in fact sitting in the toilet with a cookie in hand and my towel in the other.

"Why are you in my bathroom?" I emphasize covering myself with the shower curtain. To this she just shrugs. "Your mother let me in... she also gave me this cookie." She says proudly, while showing her cookie. I just look at her dumbfoundedly. "Will you hurry up? We're gonna be late. Again." She says. I was gonna retort but her previous sentence made me realize something. "Did you just say my mom is awake?" I say. Seeing the panic in my voice her eyes grow warily. "She made me breakfast." She replies. To this I grab the towel from her hand. I wrap it around my body and marathon my way to my room; where the sleeping beauty rests still.

"Hey hey, Jimin. wake up," I rock him " wake up. WAKE UP!" He jolts awake after me slapping him. Unconsciously his arms wrap around me and turn us around, pinning me to the bed.

"What's wrong, baby?" He says groggily.

His eyes disoriented, tempted to go back to sleep. The abrupt movement made me forget why I entered the room in the first place. Not only that but the way our bodies are pressed against one another is intoxicating. Only being separated by the towel I'm wearing and him not having anything but his boxers on. "I- uh"

"Why did you run butt nake- Oh, hi Jimin." Max barges in with her cookie. To this Jimin looks back and forth through me and Maxine with a worried look.

"Max?" He questions, facing me.

"The one and only." Says Maxine in the background.

"You have to go." I say, pushing myself up. He stands up quickly forgetting one tiny detail.

"Well hello, Jimin." Max says, elongating her words. Not being quite subtle with her eyes either. I was weirded out by the situation but Jimin seemed to pay her no mind; as he looked through the floor for his discarded clothes.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" He asked, putting his pants on. To this I scoff.

"Well I was trying sleeping beauty, but a kiss didn't make the cut. So I improvised. Not really my fault you woke up late." I complain, making my way to my closet and putting an oversized shirt over the towel to then discard the towel on the floor. His fingers graze over the cheek I lightly slapped.

"Did you slap me?" He asks, pulling his shirt over his head.

"You weren't complaining yesterday. Chop chop." I grab his shoes, hand them to him and pull him towards the window.

"How come I always walk in to the two of you almost fucking? It's as if God doesn't want you to fuck so he sends me to stop it. Not on purpose, obviously." Max says while taking cookies from a new batch. "Where did the tray come from?" I ask.

"Aren't you gay?" Jimin asks.

"What does that have to do with anything?." She asks mouthful.

"I can't do this right now." I mumble. I take Jimin by the collar of his shirt and pull him to my window. He steps outside of it on the roof.

"I love you." He says.

"Oh shut up." I say, pushing him slightly. Making him stumble a little bit. I hear him giggle while I close the window and shut the blinds. I breathe. Plopping myself on my bed.

"Want one?" Max says while offering the tray of cookies.

We then made our way downstairs and I ate my breakfast. Just as we're about to leave, my mom stopped us. "Can one of you tell me why Jimin fell from my roof still shoeless?" She asked. I turned pale. "No we may not." Max says over exaggerated. "You know what I don't even want to know." Mom says. I take a small breath and say my goodbyes. Still processing today. We arrived at the school grounds a little bit late. Because well I decided to drive. Frankly, I drive better than Max but I do drive a lot slower. IT STRESSES ME OUT OK. We made our way to class and I opened the door. "You're la-" "Late. We're late I know." I sat down. Not being able to handle more bullshit today. "You're rude too." The teacher mumbled to himself.