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Did you miss me? (P3: PG-13)

3 weeks later:

Everyone has been wondering where you been while, you've been laying in bed for days. Staring at the walls thinking and looking throughout photograph's of Jimin and you. You stared at his smile, those beautiful edges of his smile and his hair messy, fluffy and endearing. You remembered the late night snacks, cuddling while, listening to endless sad songs. You found yourself still wearing his clothes, it was a struggle to shower last night. That little fucker just left you there, how dare he kiss you and walk away. It's 2am in addition to not being able to sleep, you're very ill, you head to the kitchen to drink tea. Taking one of the many books Jimin has left in your apartment, it's stupid that you're reading it, but then again, you can't help yourself. You're a fool for him, a stupid, crazy head over heals fool for him.

You poured the tea in a tea cup, as you were about to take the first sip, there was a note written at on the side of Jimin's book.

Every time I leave a book at your apartment.

It's on purpose because I hope one day you

read one of these books.

You're the sun, the moon, the stars and all things sweet.

If I stare too long at you I know I'll bleed, if I kiss you

I'll bleed, even more.

- Jiminie ♥

The tea cup fell from your hand, you didn't even hear it shatter. All you knew was you had to go to him. Without hesitating or changing you grabbed the book along with your keys and took a taxi to Jimin's place.

You played the taxi driver and ran to the main entrance of the apartment building. Rushing to the elevator, pushing the button a million times, hearing the "ding" dispatched a sense of relief. Pressing the button to the 8th floor at the same time, you were tapping your foot rapidly, as if that would help you go up faster. The elevator made stops at your arrival. Swiftly searching for apartment 93 and there you were facing the door number. All of a sudden, all your confidence washed away and depression hit your back.

Shaking off any negativity you knocked hard, profoundly demanding him to open up. You heard a voice yell, "Calm the fuck down, I'm coming!".

The door clicked open and there he was standing shirtless with just his boxers. Jimin's expression a trail mix of fear and worry. "You do know it's freezing out there and all your wearing is my sweater, spandex and socks", he said acting as if nothing happened between us.

My reaction was off, oppose of replying, I pushed myself in aggressively shoving him as well. He closed the door behind me, his back turned from me and I can see is perfect back muscles. "Why didn't you tell me?", he only stood still. The hot tears came piling down and me being ill wasn't helping. "Why did you leave that night?", still no answer.

"Is this a fucking game to you asshole, do you think you can just write some stupid love note on a book? Come back and kiss me. Then walk away again!?! Huh?! I'm I some toy. Well, guess what I don't want your stupid note here!", you throw the book directly towards a mirror, shattering the glass, "I hate you!", you were beyond angry. All these emotions piled up exploded like a bomb. Falling dramatically to the ground like they do in old romance film. Jimin turns around, seeing the most beautiful girl in his world, shredded to pieces and nobody is to blame but, himself.

"I'm sorry... It's just I-", you interrupted him. "You what Jimin?! What?!", screaming out word per word. "I love you", he whispered out.

"I love you so much it hurts", he walked slowly to me, "I'm under your spell, but you never noticed me. I'm sorry for causing you so much suffering. I'm afraid of your rejection... I", you broke him off like always. "Please don't do that", he was bewildered.

"Do what?", he said.

"Tell me you love me cause I don't love you... at least not how I did yesterday", now it was Jimin's turn to cry. His eyes were watering, his alluring brown eyes weren't so brown anymore. "I don't believe you", he muttered turning away.

"Well, believe it!", you cried out. This time he looked straight at you, but you couldn't look into those chocolate eyes. "Okay then look at me", his strict oppa tone displayed. "Look at me in the eye and tell me you don't love me", he said more softly. Leaning in his fingers to lift up your chin, trying to make you look into his eyes. However, you struggled fighting back, he's your kryptonite.

"I don't.... I- I", you shuttered.

"Tell me you don't love me and I'll never bother you again", he spoke while lifting you up from the floor and leaning in close to you, until your foreheads meet just like the other day. One hand on your waist, the other gripping your chin, impelling you to gaze at him. "I....", your voice cracked.

"You're so stupid. You know that", he said not thinking about anything else as he pressed his lips to yours. You automatically kissed him back, the familiar taste, the savoring feeling of his mouth, his pumped pink perfect lips. Stopping the kiss, giving you small pecks in the corners of your lips. Heading down to your neck, his tongue in use. Repeating the words "your mine" as he brushed your skin with his labium.

Before he ended invading your neck, he sinked his teeth in your neck, roughly forming a purplish mark, that showed the whole world who you belong to. Adding, its final touch he kisses the spot, you trembled under his command.

"You're mine", he uttered glazing into you.

No words were needed to be spoken as he carried you to the sofa. Going into his room, grabbing two pillows and a blanket. Jimin covered the both of you with the blanket as well as himself and wrapped his arm around you. Holding you. not shutting his eyes because he feared he'll lose you. That you'll wake up, leave a heartbreak note. You're his voice, his moon, his sun, his sweet everything. 

The end.