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21. Yellow umbrella

Jungkook

Jimin was only standing there, his body trembling as torrents of rain came down on him. He looked like he wasn't here. Like he was stuck in an entirely different dimension. But when his eyes fell on me, the clouds of dubiety slowly settled before he ran. 

He was charging toward me with speed and I had barely opened my arms when he crashed into me. "Hey, you are okay." I held his cold body, the temperature of his skin locomoting to me and making me shiver. "Let's get you dry."

He was stiff, unmoving, and non-responsive. I closed the door behind us after letting him inside and held him tightly. "What happened out there? Did you see someone?"

He shook his head and loosened his grip around me. I followed him as he walked over to the bed and slumped down on the ground. "Jimin-ie, baby," my heart was cracking inside. I crouched in front of him and gently grabbed his face. "Please say something."

"I am fine," he looked up at me, his voice too weak, but firm. I couldn't see the Jimin I knew in his eyes. 

"You should change into dry clothes," I spoke softly, wanting to hold him in such a way that all his fears would transcend into me. 

He nodded, gulped, and then slowly unfolded himself. I stood up after him and walked with him to the closet. "Let me take out the clothes for you," I hurried towards the wardrobe and picked out a blue pajama set before handing them over. 

He grabbed them not after beelining to the bathroom. 

I waited and waited. He didn't come out for twenty minutes. When I finally saw the bathroom door opening, I looked away to let him come to me.

He walked slowly before climbing on the bed and covering himself. "Angel," I called him gingerly. "Would you like it if I lay down with you?" I asked, leaning against his face by crouching on the floor in front of the nightstand. 

He nodded mutely and I skirted, taking off my shirt and throwing it on the floor before getting inside the covers.

I spooned him, pressing his back to my front and feeling his heartbeat through his chest. "Did your umbrella get lost?" I asked, ensuring that my voice remained as soothing as possible. 

"I think I left it in the park."

"It's okay," Using the arm that was wrapped around his torso, I caressed his skin. "I am glad you came back. I'll make you something hot to eat."

"I am not hungry, Jungkook."

"You don't have to eat now. Close your eyes for some time and I'll wake you up later." I resisted my urge to kiss his nape and instead, touched my lips to his hair. He was breathing irregularly. I was deliberately trying to relax, and in turn, it made him follow through. A silent understanding passed between us when he started copying my breathing pattern. Soon, he was asleep.

It was so difficult to not make love to his body after having a taste. I knew he needed comfort more than anything, and I was going to wait until he asked for it himself. Once I was sure that he wasn't going to be up for a long time, I went looking for his umbrella. He adored that yellow little thing and I didn't want him to lose it. Besides, he never left the house without it and so I had placed a tiny camera inside it as well to track him at all times.

Like he said, the yellow, poor thing was lying in the muddy water. I took it, checked the camera, which was working fine, and then brought it back with me. 

After cleaning it, I began doing laundry. There were a lot of clothes from Jimin that hadn't been washed in the past week. I threw my own with his in the washing machine and began the meal prep in the meantime. 

By the time the clothes were washed and monsoon dried, I was done with the preparation in the kitchen. I took the clothes out from the washing machine kept in the backyard and put them on the stand to air-dry them under the dry balcony. 

Mrs. Kane's text was on my number, which I obviously ignored. I never intended to go, but the information came in handy for testing Jimin's territorial feelings. To her earlier text, I now replied that I was sick and won't be in for tomorrow as well. Nothing cringed me more than clingy women. 

I made roasted duck, Kimchi Jjigae, and rice while also preparing some Soju for him to enjoy after eating. I had nothing to do once the food was prepared, so I took a walk outside and wondered hard what really must've happened with him not only today but also in the past that led him to where he was now.

From outside I looked at the completely dark manor, just standing still and thinking about him. One hour flashed in a heartbeat like that. He made the impossible possible for me. I tried to come up with all kinds of possibilities. Abusive parents, supportive parents, loss of parents, accidents, and everything else. But frustratingly enough, I didn't know for sure.

Getting tired of playing the one-sided guessing game, I returned and climbed into bed. He turned to me and hugged me in sleep. I hugged him back immediately, my lips touched his neck softly. "Are you asleep, Angel?" I whispered.

He let out a lazy and sleepy "mm" before letting in a shaky sigh.

"What happened, baby?" I kissed his face gently, but he didn't respond. "Angel... Food's ready." 

We usually ate at thirty past seven, but I let him sleep until ten tonight, and now I wanted him to talk to me. When his eyes opened, his face was less tired and he looked more like himself, at least as much as he could. His eyes were puffy, cheeks red after having his palm pressed to his face while laying his weight on it all the while.

He looked up at me with a soft expression. His palms opened in front of me, showing me his pruned fingers. "I hate when this happens. It makes me want to clench my jaw until I break my teeth."

He was so cute for that. 

I put his palms between mine and covered them before raising our hands to my mouth and blowing warm breath on them. "I will make sure to dry your palms if you go to sleep without drying them the next time," I blew another breath. "I will hold you close, baby. Would you want that?"

He nodded, his eyes focused on our joined hands. He had a softness to him, his mild manners when he wasn't angry, and it was the most beautiful thing about him. I've never experienced this with anyone else. I wanted to protect him with my everything.

"Can you make me come, please?"

My hands froze in between the action. "You...want me to...make...you come?" I asked slowly, looking into his eyes to see if he betrayed any emotion. 

"I need a diversion from what's in my head," he blinked slowly, his eyes pained all of the sudden. "But if you don't want, I understand. I never returned the favor to you."

"Oh, sweetheart," I let his hands down slowly and gently pressed my palm over his chest so he could stay down. 

I didn't want the time to be spent in foreplay. My hand flipped his pajama top over his stomach to reveal the elastic band of his bottoms. He helped me by raising his hips quickly and I slid the cotton fabric down his legs easily. 

His penis wasn't erect wholly, but just as I tenderly gripped it in my hand, he gasped and his back arched.

I began by flicking my wrist and he gulped a mouthful, eyes closing simultaneously just as his legs relaxed. I leaned closer to his face. "You don't ever have to think about returning the favor, beautiful. If you want me to suck your cock, wake me up from my sleep in the middle of the night and ask me to suck your cock. I'd gladly do it," my voice was gravelly and unashamed. The sudden rise of small bumps on his skin was evidence of that. "Ask me to suck your cock, baby." I needed to sound dirty to bring him into the right head space. 

"Suck my cock, Jungkook."

And there it was, the complete erection imprisoned in my palm. No matter how much I wanted to ruin his lips, I engulfed his delicious boner inside my mouth and moaned loudly, appreciating his taste. 

His first 'ah' had me closing my eyes. I was set to make love to his dick with my mouth.