MERCENARY 3: Descent into Madness |BTS JIMIN FF|

Epilogue

5 MONTHS LATER

The sun's burning through my skin. I can feel it sizzle under the scorching heat, the little tingles of warmth pulsating on the surface. The early summer breeze is caressing my face, sending a few locks of my hair swaying around, but I don't want to move. I just want to lay here and listen.

Listen to the waves are slushing in the near distance, tossed around between the laughter and happy screams of the children playing in the shallow water. The sound of birds chirping high in the cloudless, bright sky. People chattering about anything and everything, like the group of teenage girls a few feet to my left, who are talking about their college admissions, still squealing with excitement about it. College. I wonder what that's like. 

*drip drip drip*

Cold drops of seawater dropped on my chest and are sliding down my bare stomach, offering the much needed cooling down of the sun-kissed skin.

Squinting one eye open against the bright sun, I shieleded my eyes just enough for the picture to clear.

'Thank you, God.' I mutter to myself, feeling the water completely evaporate from the overheating

Jimin was standing next to me in nothing but his black swim shorts, dripping water off his fingers onto my skin from above.

His sculpted body has collected every girl from 16 to women as old as 60 to gaze in awe at him. More than a few guys have checked him over, and I can't say I blame them. If he decided to switch the orientation, he could have his pick of the litter.

He maintained his body since he built it up, training and eating like a madman. He says it makes him feel better, being strong, and I say it makes me feel even better, because the privilege to explore that very same body is no one else's but mine.

Like every other person with eyes, I looked him over head to toe, admiring each line of the perfection.

Those legs are pure muscle, his thighs covered with the black material slicked to his skin. Hanging just low enough, the waistband shows off the carved V line, decorated on one side with that gorgeous scar, on the other with a purple bruise I left only hours ago. Up that perfect torso, the muscles have built up to his firm chest and rounded shoulders. The water drops racing down his skin were like little crystals in the sun, blinding me with the beauty. But you can't look at the shoulders and skip those arms. Those veins on his forearms and those hands... those fingers... I brushed over my neck half-consiously, touching where those same fingers were wrapped around last night.

But it's his face, always his goddamn face that takes me out.

Those perfect lines. The dark, gorgeous eyes, now edged with the lashes carrying water droplets. The perfect nose which is probably the only somewhat feminine part of him, but then you look at those cheekbones and the sharp jawline, and you get lost in the masculinity. Then comes the complete loss of sanity once you focus on those lush lips, glistening with the water he just licked off. And that damn raven hair all slicked back to reveal his forehead, his entire face... illegal.

'Hello, beautiful. You on your own?' He flashes a flirty smile

'I'm afraid not.' I raise my hand, flashing my ring. 'By husband is here.'

He pretended to look around for a moment, 'I don't see him.'

'You wouldn't. He's too stealthy for that. But I wouldn't play around much. He's quite dangerous.'

'Is he now?' He smirks and crouches down next to me. 'I think I could take him on.'

I pulled myself up a little, just enough to see him perfectly, losing my breath once again. 'Why would you ever have to do that?'