pleasure unbound - 지극

breathing.

I entered the ground floor and passed the familiar office, I was just this morning in.

"Hey Jimin!! Did you find your friend?"

I turned around to see Irene question me with much hope in her visions.

"No. But I know I'll soon -"

I said as I walked into the elevator. The elevator moving gradually as I nervously fiddled with my fingers.

"Please....please, please, pretty pleaseee-"

I wailed as I crossed my index finger and middle finger for luck.

The door of the elevator opened and I took a deep breath before exiting it.

I slowly dragged myself along the corridor, feeling my legs giving up on energy and my body aching from pain.
I swiftly took a right turn and gasped a heavy breath when....

......I finally spotted him.

Yes him. He was sitting on the floor as he leaned against my apartments front door, shivering and trembling from cold.

He must've heard the sound of my footsteps and my panting as he raised his gaze and looked up at me.

He looked pale and somewhat tired. He immediately stood up and stared at me when I placed my right palm on the wall for some support as I felt my knees could've fall any moment.

He looked a bit shocked and kept staring at me, neither could I remove my gaze from him.

"I-I thought you.........y-you left,"

He mubled as he took small steps towards me. I just stood there in my place. His eyes were glazing from what seem to be tears, not to mention they were fixed on me the whole time.

"I couldn't....."

"......I just couldn't leave you Jungkook-"

After my words, he paused a few steps away from me and stared blankly at me.

Soon he quenched his eyes awith tears streaming down them and he rushed to me, as fast as he could. He threw himself on me, wrapping his arms around my neck not giving me a second to response.

I gasped but instantly grabbed him, dragging my hands on his back and tightening my small arms around his trunk.

I heard small sniffs as he rested his face on my shoulder and I didn't bother to stop him for a moment. I wanted him to let it out....let out all the pain.

His shirt was wrinkled like drenched in water and not dried enough, so was his pants and his hair kinda wet. The thing I noticed was that he was still in the same clothes as I left him yesterday but just looking a lot messy and fragile.

Though he was shivering and trembling from the cold, his hug was warm.

I smiled as I snuggled in his embrace, feeling my own hot breath against his chest.

This feeling I've been wanting forever....this feeling of the pleasure unbound.

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