On Thin Ice

Chapter 25- treading new waters

(Y/N) POV:

"You know... it seems like a long time ago you were looking you wanted to shove a gag in my mouth to shut me up."

"You're going blind if you think that's not the case still Park."

"Don't lie... you're getting soft. All bark...no bite."

"I don't see you complaining about the marks I leave."

"And you won't hear one. I'm just saying I think you could use a bit more force, get a bit rougher... I wouldn't mind wearing a bite mark if it came from you."

"And I'm the one getting soft?"

"I'll tell you what's not getting soft—"

"Oh fuck off... think with your head and not your dick for once will you?"

"I think I wouldn't mind some head—"

"I will bite your dick if you're trying to get some action right now."

"Kinky."

"So is a gag in your mouth and it gets you to shut up for a bit."

"Oh don't lie... you love hearing my voice."

"I could go deaf and not miss it."

"I couldn't go deaf."

"No?"

"I'd miss the sounds you make—"

"I swear to fucking god Park—"

"The dulcet tones of your rage... the sound you make when you're frustrated and pissed, sand you can't scream it at the top of your lungs... your blades on the ice... the way you laugh—all breathless when you get something right..."

My words pause.

My mind pauses too.

Oh.

There's an uncharacteristic softness and dare I say... sentimentality in Jimin's voice, head trained upwards, and lips curled up in a loose, easy smile. Voice musing. The small snippets of sound, of me he's remembered over time. Not sure what to make of it, of the fact that somehow knowing these small things, making these small observations have somehow left me feeling barer than taking my clothes off in front of him. Left my skin feeling warm and flushed without a gaze trained on me. Unsure of what to do or what to make of the quiet depth pooled in his eyes when he turns his head slowly, grinning at me.

What am I meant to do with this information Park? What am I meant to do? Feel?

A stuttering unevenness in the way my heart skips a beat and then rapidly accelerates to compensate for it. Cheeks heating with the betrayal of the sound, so sure that in the quiet, in the stunned silence, that it will echo loudly in the room. Reveal the fact he's caught me off guard.

"Cat got your tongue?" he teases, a lilted softness to his voice, hair mussed, slightly damp where it's still drying.

"I knew you couldn't take your eyes off me, but I didn't realise you noticed so many things." I utter finally.

I hadn't realised Jimin's eyes creased, crinkling into crescent-moons as he smiles, hadn't quite noticed that when he smiles, teeth all pearly, there's a chip on a tooth.

He's kinda...sorta... pretty.

Cheek squished against his palm as he props himself up to peer at me. He's kind of... soft.