Suspending Gravity

You sighed, exiting the coffee shop you'd stopped at on the way to work, the wind whipping through your hair and nipping at your skin with the slight chill that had shivers raking through your body. You lifted your warm cup to your lips and took a deep breath, letting the intoxicating aroma fill your senses. You didn't notice the commotion that was heading for you, too lost in your own little world until you felt a hand wrap around your arm and spin you around. You stumbled a bit but caught your balance and looked up to see who was manhandling you when your eyes landed on the man in front of you.

He was just a bit taller than you with silky, soft looking black hair, flawless skin, and the most electric gaze you'd ever seen coming from bright brown eyes you could get lost in. Your eyes flickered to a voluptuous pair of plump, pink lips, parted with his labored breathing. You had just enough time to see him mouth the words "I'm sorry" before those luscious lips were being pressed against your own in a frenzy.

You dropped your coffee, which splattered onto the sidewalk, the warm liquid splashing up onto your legs, but you barely noticed. The world around you seemed to fade away, or freeze in time, you weren't sure. All you could process was him. His taste. His smell. His touch. Nothing mattered in that moment but this nameless man and the way he made your heart beat erratically out of your chest. It felt like you were the only two people left in the world, like the kiss you were sharing had suspended gravity and left you floating on cloud nine.

The stranger's warm hands snaked around your waist and pulled you flush against his body as his tongue darted out to slide along your bottom lip, and you instinctively parted them to allow him access. His tongue danced along yours, deepening the kiss and your body melted into his embrace with no hesitation, like you'd always belonged there.

Would you have been content to die in this stranger's arms if it meant never separating from his pillowy soft lips and fiery touch? Possibly, but the need for oxygen seemed to win for the both of you as you pulled away from each other, both panting for breath. His eyes were wide with the same wonder you felt bubbling from deep inside your chest, like he'd felt it too. Your eyes locked as you struggled to regulate your breathing.

You were both yanked back to reality when a girl began hitting him in the back, screaming and crying and making a scene. You looked between the two of them in shock when you heard her next words.

"How could you cheat on me, Park Jimin?! After everything I've done for you? This is how you repay me? By shacking up with this... this whore?!"

"I'm sorry, Mina," he spoke, and you couldn't believe how smooth, how angelic his voice sounded.

He'd only spoken three words and they'd been music to your ears, the beautiful melody wrapping itself around you like a warm, fuzzy blanket on a cold winter day. You stood there in shock, watching the spectacle in front of you unfold. The girl, Mina, huffed and smacked the man, Jimin, across the face, tinting his beautiful skin with an angry red shade in the shape of her hand.

You cringed for him, and as she stepped forward to address you, Jimin placed his body in front of yours as a shield, which caused Mina's eyes to grow wide and her nostrils to flare in fury. She turned and stomped off, yelling obscenities about how Jimin was a liar, an asshole, and how he'd regret letting her go. Jimin visibly deflated, relieved that she was gone and turned to face you. He chuckled and scratched the back of his neck, his expression sheepish.

"I'm sorry I dragged you into that, I just... I've been trying to break up with her for months and she just won't let me. I don't know, I saw you and I made a split second decision to make her think I was cheating on her, hoping that would finally be a deal-breaker," his eyes drifted down to your coffee that stained the sidewalk, "I'll buy you another! I promise. Do you want to go inside?"