AN:
HAPPY PROOF RELEASE EVERYONE! In honor of their comeback I've decided to post the next chapter! I know it's been a while but I hope you enjoy it!
Also... 1k guys!?!?!?! THANK YOU THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH!! You guys are so amazing and I feel so back because this story is getting attention and love when I haven't been active and updating like I should be!
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Jimin first person pov:
Margot closes her book with a soft thud, her fingers curl around the edges nervously.
I'm not sure that I'm breathing properly if at all. I don't feel too hot or as if my blood went cold, and yet my entire body vibrates with discomfort, no not discomfort; I feel... awake.
My heart is pounding, my tattoo burning with energy like my finger's fallen asleep, and my vision tunnels to her. Should a flashing ARMY bomb be placed just to the side of her chair I wouldn't see it; I can only see her.
I begin to open my mouth but shut it quickly when realizing I don't know what to say; better to keep your mouth shut until you've got a line than leaving it open for long seconds without end.
Margot eyes me carefully, her green orbs roaming over my figure as if to see how I've been this past year, as if she's thought about me – worried about me.
When her eyes meet mine again she gives me a small timid smile and gestures to the chair next to her.
"Won't you sit?" She asks.
My heart pauses at her voice. I've tried to hold onto the memory of her voice, but throughout these last few months, I felt as though the memory was slipping away from me. But even if I had managed to cling onto it better, my memory no longer fits her tone.
What used to be a shy, fearful tone, is now a clear, calm melody. Her voice is tranquil and almost hypnotic in the way the notes pour from her lips. Neither deep nor high pitched, she reminds me of lapping waves on the shoreline: determined and steady, at peace.
Her eyes widen at me expectantly and that's all it takes for me to realize I've done nothing but stand and stare at her.
Instantly I rush to sit down in the chair and almost spill my drink in the process, but I manage to place it down on the table just in time.
A soft laugh tucked into a breath makes me look back at her to see her looking down at her lap with a small smile on her face.
With another breath, she looks up and meets my gaze. I stare at her. She stares at me.
Contentment fills me just to be this close to her, and I feel as though I would be perfectly satisfied to never talk at all when-
"Hello, Park Jimin."
The air wooshes out of my lungs. The sound of my name coming from her lips... My eyes threaten to close just to savor the sound a second more. But I keep them open and pry my lips apart.
"Hello, Margot Cardon," I say.
My soulmate seems almost to blush under my gaze, and I feel a small but very strong rush of satisfaction when a rosy tint paints her cheeks.
Beautiful.
A thousand questions form in my head, starting with what she's doing here and how she's been all these years. And yet part of me wishes that we wouldn't talk at all, favoring silence over undesired words, but I know that's not fair of me. Besides, I do want to know.
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