Soulmate: The Missing Piece | Yoonmin |

7. Nobody

"Sorry"

Jimin whispered. "But I can't seem to move. I don't know why, but I can't move." He let out shakily.

"You're just very tired, I guess." I said softly, keeping the game going. I leaned in closer to him to move past him and the scent of him enveloped me. I smelled of his lavender cologne with an underlying wild, natural scent. It was unbelievably sensual and I immediately became even more turned on.

My hard seven and a halfer throbbed and begged to be released in my jeans and I felt the silky wetness of my freely flowing precum. Then quite suddenly, he slumped back against the wall. I quickly caught him as his knees folded and he started to slip down the wall to the floor. I pushed his back up against the wall and pinned him there, my face close to his.

"Damn, you must be exhausted." I said, enjoying the little farce we were playing out, prolonging it.

I mean, the suspense of something is just as exciting as the incident itself, isn't it?

"Are you okay?"

He just stared at me, his breathing fast and ragged. I looked into his vivid eyes; of course I knew why he'd collapsed against the wall. The dilated pupils of his eyes said it all. It wasn't because of exhaustion. He was feeling something that was definitely not fatigue and I knew that he was feeling exactly what I was feeling. His entire demeanor showed it. I held his eyes, thrilled at what I saw in them.

"Hang on a second, you.. you're not really that tired, are you." I whispered with a small smile, playing out the last line of the game.

"You feel it too." I said softly.

"Feel what?" He managed to get out, his voice a little shaky.

The feel of his warm shoulders under my hands were driving me wild. All I wanted to do was pull him to me and hold him.

"The.. connection." I said softly, putting into words what I'd been feeling the entire evening. "Connection?" He asked unnecessarily.

"A connection.. a bond between us." I replied softly.

I looked deep into his eyes and I could see that he felt it too. Our very souls were bound to each-other by some cosmic force. I knew this and so did he; I could sense it. I felt as if I knew every part of him, every cell of his being and I could tell that he was feeling the same.

"oh..yes." I whispered. "You do feel it, I can sense it and I can see it in your eyes."

His eyes roamed over my face and he sighed.

"yes." He said ever so softly that I hardly heard him. "I can feel it. I felt it when I drove past here earlier; that's why I came back. I've been feeling it all night."

We stood there, him with his back against the wall; me with my hands gripping his shoulders and we stared at each-other in understanding. Time seemed to slow right down and I knew that things were going to work themselves out. Park Jimin was all mine right now and nothing on earth was going to keep me away from him.

Almost as if he knew what I was thinking and as if to prove it, he slowly lifted his hand and caressed the scar on my face.

No-one had ever touched it like that and I flinched slightly at the feel of his fingers on it but then I relaxed and laid my face against his palm. His warm fingers caressed my torn cheek gently. And here I was, thinking that I would have to be the one to initiate the first intimate physical contact.

"This has got to be the weirdest, most wonderful thing that's ever happened to me." I whispered.

"Who are you, Min Yoongi, what are you?" He asked quietly.

"Nobody." I replied with a small smile. "Just a lonely guy stuck in the middle of nowhere, waiting."

"Waiting?" He whispered. "For what?"

"Just waiting..!" I said carefully. "Maybe for something like this.. maybe for someone like you." I finished, not really wanting to give too much away right now.

"But why me? Why now?" He asked. "Why is this happening? I can't understand it."

"Do you really want to understand it?" I asked. "Do you honestly need to?"

I looked into his brown orbs and saw them change, grow darker with acceptance.

"No I don't." He said breathlessly. "And I don't care if I can't understand it. I don't want to understand it. All I can think of right now is the intensity of what I'm feeling."

I smiled and his eyes searched my face. I got drawn into the depths of those orbs, overcome by the heat of his lithe body and lost in the intensity of the heightened sexual tension between us. I leaned in closer to him and put my lips close to his ear. The scent of his cologne made my head spin crazily and my hard-on became throbbingly painful.

"Then you are as.... as..?" I whispered huskily and paused, now was not the time to be crass. "As I am." I finished and drew away from him a little. He'll know exactly what I was getting at. He did and he picked up on it right away and I could see the excitement in his startling eyes and I could feel it all around us. We were both so hot for each-other that you could smell it in the air.

"Oh God yes." He breathed. "I've never felt anything like it."

"Neither have I." I whispered and smiled. "It's great, isn't it."

"Yeah." He said softly. "Just look at me, I'm shaking like a leaf."

"Yeah, so am I." I replied huskily. I kept my gaze focused on him, delighting in the naked desire in the deep depths of his amazing eyes. We stared at one another for a few moments, both acutely aware of how the rest of the night was going to play itself out yet neither of us willing to be the first to move. Then he drew a breath and threw the ball into my court.

"What now?" He asked softly.

"Good question, what now?" I whispered, tossing the ball back into his area of play. Your move, I thought, let's see what you come up with. I kept my eyes on him and took in every detail of his wonderful face.

"I.. er.. oh God." He said. "I don't know and I still can't move..!" Clever man! Okay, if that's how it is, then be ready because you've asked for it.

"Then it's my move, isn't it." I said, more excited beyond anything I'd ever felt before.