diphylleia grayi • jimin

The Last Of The First

❝Water seems to melt the color out of the petals, turning them into windows of clear tissue.❝

13/09/2016

Seoya's P.O.V

"JIMIN!" I screamed, running out of the kitchen, out of his grip that that was strong on my body just previously.
"STOP THIS!"

The crazy boy only laughed, continuing to chase after me as my feet kept on bouncing off the wooden floor, my steps to be heard in the whole apartment.

"You shouldn't try to run, baby. I'll get you anyway!" He yelled on top of his lungs, his tone wild and carefree as I felt his body get closer to mine, the heat radiating from his body already noticeable on my skin.

At times, it would make me feel warm and cozy. Nevertheless, today it made shivers arise on every inch of my body, a terrible cold and horribly dreadful fear absorbing me the same time.

I went through the small door of the living room that would lead me to the garden, panting heavily as I turned my head to catch a glimpse of how close he actually was. "I told you to stop, it's not funny anymore!"

"He's danger."

"Potential danger, Seoya."

"Be careful."

Once again I turned around to look into the face of the boy, who was showing me the brightest smile, still running after me as if both of our lives depended on it.

But right when I thought that I managed to quickened my pace, my lucks had to turn again. I tripped and I fell, facedown into the grass, my hands extended to lessen the pain of landing on the ground.

My nose scrunched as it brushed against the dirt when I heard Jimin's sharp intake of a breath, probably surprised by the sudden change of events.

As it was already past midnight it was past the period of a beautiful sunset, the moon already hung high in sky, the stars scattered illuminating our city and the garden. I kept my body on the floor, not daring to move an inch even when Jimin crouched down in front of me, his fingers tapping against my shoulder.

"Did you hurt yourself?" He asked, concern lacing through his words. "It looked painful."

A small laugh came from across my lips as I supported the weight of my body in my arms, looking up into the beautiful face of the boy I loved; the boy who'd never fail to make me smile.

Or cry.

"It's all your fault." I whined, hitting his chest jokingly, wanting to sound angry. "Why did you have to tickle me? You're so unfair!"

The laugh that erupted from him filled my heart immediately as it arrived to my senses, this warm, comfortable and familiar feeling spreading through my body as I looked into his eyes; sinful at times, addicting almost every time.

"I'm sorry." He giggled, dropping to his knees and hugging my shoulders before examining my face, his facial expression changing again.

Was he laughing at me?

"Hey, what's so funny, idiot?" Again, I punched his chest, my words meant to sound angry but resulting in only a cute tone ultimately.

He tried to suppress another laugh. "You have some dirt, there, on your face."

My hand flew up to my face, rubbing against random areas of it. However, Jimins laughter only intensified with every move I made, myself only getting more frustrated with his behavior.

"Why don't you do it?" I asked, taking his hand in mine. "You can see it."

Gradually, his laughter died out, only a slight smirk remaining on his glowing face, his eyes glazed with something that made his eyes ever so sinful; maybe lust, maybe passion.

I didn't know.

"I'd rather do something else." He whispered, his face inching closer to mine, his hands grabbing both sides of my hips to drag my body to his.

"Jimin." My voice had a warning tone, right then when he pulled me into his lap, our noses already touching, our breaths brushing against the others skin.

He gave me a warm smile, before it turned mischievous again. I was torn between both of them, contemplating on which I should trust more or which I should like more; but his lust filled gaze didn't contribute to my inner division.

It somewhat helped me, didn't it?

I crashed my lips down on his, taking him by complete surprise, before he mimicked my actions and his lips moved again mine. Both of his hand caressed my waist as we were slowly falling backwards; him on his back, me on top.

Wasn't it romantic? We were trapped, perfectly, the illusion intensifying with our kisses.

The cold wind that was previously irritating my body wasn't felt anymore, his warm hands glided against my skin and providing me with more heat than anything else could give me.

Although the heat was like a burning fire inside of me, only possibly beaten down with his power.

"When are your parents returning?" I asked. "Shouldn't we be careful?"

My clothes were thrown off. So we're his.

"Don't worry about it."

It was only us, our skin, our bodies, our kisses, our touches ad the purity of our existence that melted together.

And the unforgettable illusion.

We were perfectly white, pure, sheer, untouched by moisture, almost like those flowers that bloomed not too far from us. Only a drop of water was enough to turn them beautifully translucent.

In my case, it was only one word or tear that was enough to turn me horribly translucent.

"Choi Seoya, you're so naive."

Was it my consciousness speaking? Was it him?

Or was it love?

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