Alone.
That is all JK had ever been.
Alone and forgotten in a cruel, heartless world.
Growing up at the orphanage, all he had ever wanted, was to find a place he could call home.
A family.
To finally know what it felt like to be loved.
He ran...
I am just gonna stop trying to defend myself anymore. I am a terrible person...
At least I always have your well-being at heart and leave you in good hands:
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But first: Something heartwarming, so the pain will be even worse later...
I snuggled closer to Jimin, sighing at the feeling of his warm body pressing against mine.
He was using my one arm as a pillow while my other arm lay around his upper body in a back embrace, my hand flat against his stomach where I had been drawing gentle little circles on his skin for the last hours.
My head was buried close to his neck, every inhale allowing me to breath in his scent. It calmed me more than anything else ever could.
These hours with Jimin in my bed, hugging or talking quietly were just as good as the sex. A different kind of breathtaking. Sweet and loving, calm and healing.
And though I had thought it not possible, I fell deeper in love with him every time. Every moment, every second, I loved him more and more. But tonight, while I enjoyed his presence as much as I always did, I just couldn't find rest.
And judging by Jimin's breathing, I knew he had not been able to fall asleep either.
"You worried about her too?"
My whisper was only heard because I had my lips so close to his ears, it was that quiet of a question.
Jimin let out a long sigh, then turned in my arms so we lay side by side.
My breath faltered for a second, like it always did when his eyes landed on me.
He just seemed to have a direct view into my soul, and I could see his in turn, sparkling and glowing. Shining so bright, always.
But tonight, his eyes were tainted by worry and sadness too as he looked up at me, then snuggled against my arm, his hair tickling my skin a little.
"Yeah. She was so strange last time. And she hasn't reached out in three days now. Not to mention that she threw away Yoongi's tracker too. It just feels... wrong."
I let out a sigh of my own, my hand, which had fallen onto his hips, picking up my gentle movements, going up and down the perfect shape of his body.
Nothing sexual, even though we were both naked under the sheets. Only loving, supporting, soothing.
"And I'm worried about Tae."
And in that small sentence alone, I could hear how much. I nodded, understanding all too well.
I saw the way he had been since Lian left. That pain inside him had shimmered just under the surface, like a wound scraped once more.
And I was sure none of us were keen on seeing it fully ripped open again. Once had been enough.
