There's a MONSTER in the elevator, Yoonmin fanfic

9. The story of a monster falling in love with a human

✧ Yoongi

Our hands were still closely entangled, firmly connected when he asked it. Clumsily and like a vague mumble, it fell from his lips and afterwards, he instantly showed a meek look of regret.

"Yoongi, you're not a monster, are you?"

I snorted and felt his hand impulsively trying to draw back in a startle as I did so. It was something that would have easily caused our grip to falter, for our hands to separate. But they didn't. And we soon both found it was because I was holding on way too strongly for that to happen. Tightly, and with the bones and skin of Jimin's petite fingers press accordingly up against my own.

I was clinging to his hand, his warmth and existance. And probably, it was because of nothing more but pure desperation and confusion surrounding my yet unspoken answer to his asked question. I didn't want him to be afraid of me. Even though I myself knew that I personally wasn't the monster here.

I just had one inside of me.
But how do you explain that?

"Jimin, I-" I started to which he almost immediately interrupted me.

"I-I'm sorry!" He stuttered.

My grip of his hand loosened a little and I swallowed back some saliva to be able to talk better, "What?"

"Actually..." Jimin mumbled, now using his free hand to nervously fiddle with the hem of his shirt, "H-Have you read the manhwa 'First lie'?"

"I have not."

"Ah..."

He seemed a bit taken aback by my blunt answer as his fiddling promply stopped and as the corners of his lips went up slightly, as if defending himself. It did give me a small sting of bad conscience but I managed to ignore it for now. I had so many questions I wanted to ask him and so much curiosity to why he suddenly brought monsters into the conversation. What he knew about them and of course, why he would think that I was one.

It didn't hit me that he was already trying to explain all that until he soon enough spoke again. This time, in a slightly lower voice. He told me, "Actually, the creator of that comic is my friend Jungkook... It's about a monster falling in love with a human."

I raised one eyebrow, "And that's why you think I'm a monster?"

Jimin looked a bit troubled before he giggled nervously, "I'm sorry. The plot just seemed really relevant to... Us? And you somehow reminded me of the monster in the story right then. It's all nonsense, I'm so sorry."

I couldn't help but to smile. This boy was too much for me really, scaring me like that. So, tilting my head and while showing the warmest smile I could manage, I ruffled his hair and raised our connected hands slowly up to within our sight. Jimin looked surprised but didn't say anything. He just studied them, quietly.

I chuckled, "You don't need to be sorry and I'd love to meet your friend. Also, I'm not a monster, I promise."

Then, with a calm movement, I dragged his hand closer to me and placed a gentle kiss onto the soft skin. His mere existance felt warm and fluttery under my touch and as much as out to his fingertips I could feel him timidly quiver from the attention. Probably, he wasn't sure of how he was supposed to react.