Hurt | pjm ff

7

"You though that I was dead........?" Y/n said.

"Yes, that is what my dad told me. He told me that we both got hit by a car but sadly, you didn't make it. But Hoseok told me that my dad lied. I thought that Hoseok was just lying until he showed me a video and a picture of you. I thought that you really died. I spent two years crying and I fell into depression. I confronted my dad and he finally said that he lied to me and that you were still alive. So I left and came to find you. Hoseok helped me too. But what I didn't realize was that you and Hoseok worked at the same company. So that is how Hoseok found you. Hoseok told me that you lived in the same house as before. Then I finally found you.". Jimin finally told me what happened.

"So your dad lied to you.......? Did your dad not like me?" I said. Jimin just hummed in response.

"Butterfly, let's go lay down. This couch is hurting my back." Jimin spoke in a soft voice.

Butterfly is the nick name jimin gave me. Butterfly is what he called me 'like a butterfly, if I let go of your hand, you might fly away and break, I'm scared' whatever that meant.

I love that nickname. Jimin finally picked me up again in bridal style and headed towards our bedroom. He finally arrived and set me down on the bed. "Do you still have my clothes?" Jimin asked. I nodded in response. "I'm about to go shower, do you want to join?" Jimin asked with a playful smile. My face turned into a deep red shade and I couldn't speak. So I just threw a pillow at his back. Jimin just walked away while smiling.

Gosh, I really do love that boy....... The boy who was my neighbor....... The boy who I fell in love with........ The boy who has now turned into a handsome, well built, pink lips, juicy lips, toned back man........ I missed hearing your voice........

I started to have flashbacks. I whipped my head side to side to stop the flashbacks. They wouldn't stop. Each time I tried to stop them, they came back even stronger. I finally just said "No stop. I have jimin now. Jimin is not dead. Jimin is here. My love is here. There is no need to cry. Stop.". The flashbacks stopped.

Jimin finally came out of the bathroom. The steam came out while he walked out. He only had a towel hanging around his waist loosely. I just stared at the man. My eyes slowly taking in each dip and turn of his body. His abs are so toned and built. The steam isn't helping. Watching the water drops slowly rolling down his chest to his abs. Jimin cleared his throat. "Take a picture. It lasts longer." Jimin said when a smirk playing on his lips.

My face turned into a deep red shade. I look the opposite way and pretended to do something. Jimin just laughed and looked for his clothes. He started to put on his boxers and his sweats. He then put on his grey t-shirt. After he was done getting dressed, he walked over to the bed and rolled over on his side. I was a little closer to edge and I guess jimin didn't like that.  Jimin frowned and puffed out his lips. He rapped his arm around me and brought me closer to his chest. "Ahhhh..... That's much better." Jimin said. I just listened to his heartbeat.

Do you love me?