Promise Flower

What If

Jimin and I stayed connected to each other through the night. The love we made became the most fulfilling moment I've ever experienced in my life. I love him, and he loves me, and we shared those beautiful feelings together.

We were so deep in each other that we forgot it was Sunday. We woke up early this Monday morning to the sound of Jimin's alarm going off. He's holding me from behind in big spoon position and I let out a small whine when he pulls away to shut his alarm off. We're both still naked from last night and I really have no desire to move or do anything right now.

"I forgot what day it was," Jimin whispers in my ear as he returns his hold around me. "We should probably get up so we can get to class."

"I don't wanna," I grumble.

"I know, babe," he says kissing my shoulder. "We have to though."

"Says who?" I pout. I'd miss every class from here on if it meant I got to stay wrapped in his embrace like this.

"Come on," he laughs giving my shoulder another peck and rolling himself off the bed.

I continue laying in the bed watching him make his way to the bathroom to wash up. I know I should go to class, I have a roll of film needing to be developed and I know if I don't show up Tae is going to be all over me asking why. Still, I can't pull myself off the bed. All I can manage to do is stare at the ceiling and continue replaying last night in my head.

It all feels like a dream, a steamy lovely dream. The feelings we shared in the most intimate way, I'll never forget any of it. I'll never forget how gentle he was with every move he made. How loved and cared for I felt every time his lips found mine. Class is the absolute last thing on my mind.

A few minutes later Jimin emerges from the bathroom dressed and ready to go. I still haven't moved.

"You're going to be late," he says pulling me up by my arm. "You still have to go home to get your stuff."

I let out a deep grumble and finally give in to his persistence. I don't have much time but that isn't quite enough to make me move faster. He helps me find my clothes that were thrown across the room and once I'm dressed he takes me to my place so I can wash up and get my things.

I'm not incredibly late to class, but late enough to trigger a few looks when I step into class in the middle of my professor speaking. I quickly take my seat next to Tae who's looking at me with a raised brow. No doubt he's got many questions to throw at me about what happened after he dropped me off.

Once our professor is done speaking, we're all set free to develop our photos in the lab. During the entire time Tae is trying to get me to tell him about yesterday and explain why I'm late today. I'm not even sure where to begin, but I'm not going to detail the entire evening with our classmates all around.

When we finish developing we look over our film to see how our pictures came out. As usual Tae's photos are amazing. He's not only great behind the camera, but he looks flawless in front of the camera as well.

As much as I hate looking at photos of myself, especially in this case where I was broken down and sad, they still came out looking pretty good. Tae was right that there's some beauty in the sadness of the photos. It's hard to believe they were taken just yesterday. I'm satisfied with the way they came out but I don't want to get my hopes up since I've already been crushed by this class way too much.

After class Tae drags me to his apartment so I can detail everything that happened yesterday. He grabs a couple of drinks from the fridge and gets comfortable on the couch next to me with an expectant look on his face.

"So what happened yesterday?" Tae asks eagerly. "What did you say to him? What did he say to you? Did you two make up? Why were you late to class?"

"Calm down," I say. "I just did what you said. I opened my mouth and let whatever I felt fly out."