Heal me // A Jikook Trilogy //

《30》A Song of Passion and Love

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I took a long drag from the joint, letting it out on an even longer exhale and sighed as the world got a little less heavy.

I kinda needed it, if only because tonight had been both absolutely fantastic but also utterly overwhelming.
I shot Namjoon, sitting on his armchair across from me another thankful smile.

Our leader looked back at me with a smile I so rarely saw.
It held none of that crushing burden or worry we usually saw when he looked at us.

He only glanced between me and Jimin, perched together on the small sofa, Jimin's legs thrown over mine as I hugged him close to my body.
I pulled him a littler closer now.

Tonight had been...well, how best to describe it?
World shattering, painful, fantastic, absolutely unexpected?
There were many words I could come up with, but it would take me all night to name each one.

After coming down from that room where I had so gloriously replaced my memories, Jimin and I found the boys again on the dance floor outside.
Jin had smirked and opened his mouth, no doubt to let out a teasing comment, but Namjoon had stepped in, smiled broadly at us, his gaze locked on our intertwined hands before turning to the others and said:
"Let's give them tonight before we start the teasing, all right?"

The others had chuckled but agreed.
I had let go of Jimin only once.
Only to throw myself at the tiny girl smiling so happy and brightly at us.

Lian had hiccupped at my sudden assault, then let out a beautiful sound of laughter before hugging me back tightly.

"Thank you," I had whispered into her hair and meant it more than she could ever understand.
What she had done for me- for me and Jimin both... I couldn't put it into words.

And then it had all gotten even better.

Because when we started dancing again, I wasn't just watching Jimin.
I didn't stare at his gracefully moves or envied others who danced closer to him.
No.
No one else would dare approach him as I held on to his hips and did what I had wanted to do for so long.
I danced with him, out bodies touching, our hips moving against one another.
It was a form of ever such sweet torture.

Hence the other reason I needed a joint when we finally made it back to the camp.
But for some reason, even though the weed did help with the overwhelming assault of emotion of today's events, I was still worked up.
A lot.

I could barely hold still as I pressed a little closer to Jimin's side.
It was another sweet torment.
To have him so close, yet not close enough.

My head was going dangerous places every time my gaze swept over his face, his lips, down his body.
His white shirt was still revealing way too much of his chest and my hands itched like crazy to touch it.

Later.

I waited so long for this, surely I could wait for a little longer even though my control was slowly slipping from my grasp.

But Lian looked so comfortable right now in Tae's arms as she took a drag from the joint as well.

Her first.

And I didn't think any of us would ever get sick from watching her take all her firsts with us.

We talked quietly under the canopy, drinking beers, smoking, listening to soft music as we spoke about our dreams, our lives, our hopes and fears.

Until Lian, seemingly out of the blue announced: "One month."

"What's in a month?" Jin asked from his place on the lounger.