kiss heal

Wrecked lip surprise

It was weird how Angel was feeling. She wanted to run to the bathroom and maybe pull out all the food she ate not a while ago. But the feeling wasn't strong enough. Rather, it was the tiniest giggle in the stomach that made things way more frustrating. 

She wondered only if the feeling was intensified by ten, maybe it would all be out of her system and she'd finally feel better. 

But was it supposed to feel this way? A way that made her hate and love the tickles altogether? She was loving it so much, she hated it. What was going on?

It all started with her lips. Angel would have all the diligence for good manners except one. Picking her lips. There was a kind of satisfaction in it. It was something unexplainable. Something like loving the minute pain that came along when she pick her lips and peeled out the skin even if that meant for a little blood. Ugh! It wasn't a big deal, she wasn't a masochist of sorts who took pleasure in pain but you know, sometimes we all do stuff that gives a little ache but we love it anyways. 

And by all means, that was one vile habit of hers she followed ritually. Unconsciously of course, but that still counted. 

She was finally on the soft mattress she loved. She never knew why his bed felt like home, soft, cozy, and the type she'd always fall asleep on instead of her own even though she had exactly the same mattress in her bedroom too. Recently however that had changed. She was more conscious when he was around. Well, that went with any other person as Y/N was pretty much reserved and felt all eyes on her every time she was in public. But this wasn't anywhere else. These four walls were his bedroom. A place with tons of memories, tons of beautiful stories and most of all, him. 

She could smell cold coffee directed toward her. She finally lifted herself up from the sleeping position and look at him. "Extra sugar?" 
"Absolutely"
"How many spoons?" 
"Five and a half" 
"Perfect" 

A smile curled on his lips. 

Angel was typical about her cold coffees. She needed that sweetness. Like SWEET sweet. And other than that she drank nothing simply because everything would taste bitter to her. It was only until recently when he begged her to try out cold coffee. His cold coffee. The one he made specially for her. And ever since then, she'd drank nothing but a sweet cold coffee only made by him. That was a thing. "Come here" He dragged his eyes toward the study. 

They were sitting beside each other while Jimin was busy explaining a term to her she wasn't even paying attention to. Because the lighting was dull with only one study lamp reflecting all its soft light on Jimin's face. Though she sat a few inches behind him, his side angle was somehow pretty. Prettier than any she's seen before. She gulped her cold coffee but still emerged in the thoughts of him. "-tood?" 

Getting no response, he turned his face to hers. She was picking at her lips looking straight into his eyes. 

She was staring at him, wasn't she? She still is though. 

Before she could process anything, she felt it. The cushion-like softness, the tender wetness of his mouth on hers. She didn't move, still as a statue, shocked by the sudden action, her eyes couldn't close, they were wide open staring at how close his face was to hers. There wasn't a single pore she could spot. His breath tingled her nose and suddenly it was five inches apart. 

Was it a kiss she felt? 

She lowered her gaze but looked right up to him. He was still close to her, just not as close as he was a few seconds earlier. She wished he'd close the gap between them once again. This time she would full fledge savor it before it would be over again. 

"You never listen" He whispered looking and not looking at her. His eyes were wandering all places, sometimes landing on her and then going back to some space behind her. 

"The next time I see you pick your lips, I'm going to do it again. . . so you better no-" 

'So I better do it again.' She completed his sentence, noting it with a permanent marker in her head, and possibly heart.