𝑀𝓎 𝒮𝓁𝓎𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃 || •PJM• ✔️

𝑀𝓎 𝒮𝓁𝓎𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃

~Two Months Later~

Jimin pants, holding her body so close to his he's scared he's suffocating her. "I love you. I love you so fucking much, baby," he whispers, smothering her face with kisses. 

She moans and scratches at his back while he thrusts into her, his mouth letting high-pitched whines and whimpers pass. Once he's done with his kisses, he buries himself against her neck and breathes in her scent, savoring it.

Ever since the Chantelle ordeal, every night Jimin made love to her. He realized that not only could he lose her at any moment, but that something could happen that permanently separates them. The thought terrified him so much that he needed to use his actions to show how much he needs her.

"I love you," he says again, leaving small hickies on her neck.

"I love you too, Min," she replies, squeezing his locks, "I love you." 

He pulls back and meets her eyes, slowing his thrusts. This is how all their sex has been. Neither of them have been in the mood for anything kinky or overly hot. They're traumatized and depressed still, even two months later. So they laid back on the kinkiness of their sex and decided to make love instead.

Maybe they're a little over the top with it, but he doesn't care. They need this. They need each other, especially after all the trauma they've been through. Almost every night they cry in each other's arms over the horrors of it all. Jimin thought being a hero would be the greatest feeling ever. Turns out it's the worst. But at least he has her... he wants to always have her for as long as he lives.

She holds him close and almost cries. "Don't leave me."

He kisses all over her face again. "I won't, my love. I promise, I'm not going anywhere. I love you... I love you so much."

There's a strange comfort knowing they went through it together. It brings them a certain amount of consolation that they at least have one person who understands the pain. 

Jimin keeps going until he feels himself getting closer to the edge. "Baby, I'm gonna..." He breaks off to pant and grunt.

"Keep going, I am too," she murmurs back, her hands roaming across his bare body.

Within only thirty seconds, he's filling her up, the two climaxing together. Jimin moans right into her ear and heaves. She does the same. He snakes his arms around her back and keeps his chest on hers, still doing small thrusts as the pleasure wears off. 

"Baby," he whispers, sloppily kissing every inch of skin his lips can find. She whines underneath him, digging her fingernails into his back. He plants a few more kisses against her neck. After only a few seconds, he pulls back to meet her beautiful eyes.

They end up cuddling only a minute later. Jimin keeps her body as close as possible, her hair sprawled out across his chest. He rests his cheek on the top of her head and sighs, thinking over the events of the last year. So in the course of a year the Daunted rose again, same with Chantelle. Then her parents somehow broke out of Azkaban - probably with the help of Chantelle - and Jimin learns that they're responsible for the death of his parents. Of course, mere days later he finds out that she was never the prophecy child: he was. He was the one fated to destroy their enemy. Now that raises one massive question: why him?

For the past two months, he's been wondering that question. All throughout his recovery he's drawn sketches of scenarios where his girlfriend is the prophecy child. Where she's the one who takes down Chantelle. Then he thinks back to the actual fight and realizes something: Jimin only won when they combined their strength. He drew a conclusion - the prophecy was wrong. It was never supposed to be one person... it had to be two. Two of the most powerful people in the wizarding world. Not because of who their parents are, rather because of what they can do together. Out of love.