Worthy Of Love

Gonna be Alright

(I'm gonna be Alright - Jennifer Lopez)

Olivia:-

"Jimin, we need to leave" I said as he smothered me.

Ever since the night of Jimin's birthday, he has been practically living here, in the beginning, it started off as timid requests of him wanting to spend more time together. Which eventually led to him sleeping at my place at least three times a week and months later, he was practically a permanent resident at my dorm.

I couldn't go back to his apartment, for all the reasons that caused a rift between us and he understood. Rather, he indulged in my selfishness of him being in my dorm room rather than his apartment. And it's been three months since that night, he still walks with me when he can after my editing sessions, his work has gotten more and more tedious, my editing sessions have become more hair ripping frustrating kinda sessions. Everyday Jungkook and I would fight to keep each other from not ripping out hair off and throwing away the damn computer before taking up Sainthood.

Editing humbles you in a way that's almost enlightening because it can make you give up on the materialistic world and disappear somewhere in the mountains for peace. But I loved money too much to be a Saint.

Everyone else in the group has become busier and busier. Namjoon and Yoongi were working with more and more high profile artists and groups, Hosoek finally cracked a job as a stylist which was both exhilarating and his way of breaking into the fashion world. Yuki was working as a sales executive in Dior while also designing her own pieces on the side, with Yoongi's support, she might finally hash out the details and produce the pieces to put on sale. Jin was already working when I met him, Sakura was in her final year of MBBS, she often cries that she still has five more years to go in order to become a fully appointed doctor and how she chose the wrong career to be a part of. Taehyung was still working in theatre while also auditioning for movies and dramas, Jin was trying to guide him amongst his ferocious schedule but as a newbie who had only theatre experience, it was difficult for Tae to break into the industry. Jungkook was still struggling with me while Jimin was grinded to the last of his bones. Sadly, Min-jeong and Hosoek were not in as good of terms as they were a few months ago, so we haven't seen her for the past two months.

And now, we were counting down to new year. 2015 was an eventful year, more eventful than the last with Jimin and meeting the entire group, I honestly cannot even believe that I was able to make such good friends despite everything. I had brothers who looked out for me, a boyfriend who wanted to fix everything in between us, a best friend, that too a female best friend after years. Needless to say, I was blessed and my gratitude cannot be put into words.

"Can't we just skip the party? I don't wanna go anywhere. I only got three days of holiday for New Year's." Jimin said as he pulled me into him, his arm a metal cage around my waist.

"I thought you didn't want to spend New Year's Eve at home, I thought you wanted to party." I said as I looked up at him, our legs tangled in bed.

"I don't care anymore. I am content spending time with you here." He said, his pout even more prominent as his cheek was squished in the pillow.

"Will you be willing to face Jin's wrath if we didn't go?" I said and saw his frown deepen before he buried his face in the pillow.

Despite sleeping together for the last three months, our physical intimacy was limited to kisses and snuggles. We would end up making out every now and then but Jimin would break off before things got anymore further than that. I appreciated his efforts and respected his wishes of not engaging in sex until things have become somewhat....stable. Jimin was trying, he truly was trying his best to make things right between us. We talked about things that made us uncomfortable, about what we were thinking, how do we want to make this relationship work, etc etc etc. We fought sometimes but it always ended up with us confronting the root of the cause, sometimes difficult emotions came out, words were spared, tears were shed and silences were shared. Regardless, we fixed things, we sat down and fixed things. No more running, that was our motto.