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Butterfly (part one.)

Genre: Romance/Drama

Warning: fluff, angst and smut!

Song Preference: Butterfly by: Bangtan Boys

"I'm afraid", he said.

Your legs fracture, your heavy breathes returning to its normal state. The criss formed on your forehead is drifting away; the anatomy in your body searching for love. No longer shattering words or breakable glass thrown at him, nor nothing directly at you either. It seems as the small words falling from his lips lead you to kneel on the cold hard ground, wondering how such love could turn into a war zone. "I'm scared I'll lose you. If I let go of your hand, you'll fly away and break", Jimin confessed to you, completely vulnerable, bare naked in front of you.

"You need to understand that I need you, not him. I want you not anyone else. He doesn't mean a single thing to me, not the way you mean to me", the quiver in your voice frightened him, he never enjoyed the site of you crying. It burned him to the bone to the point of plunging out his heart and giving it to you so, those tears would stop breaking free from those enchanting brown eyes.

"Please don't you dare cry. My heart can't stand a single tear", he exclaimed, kneeling in front of you, "I'm sorry princess", he whispered, although you'll never say so, you loved when he called you princess. The way he said it this time made your heart flutter, beaming with joy. Jimin's red, warm hands reached forward to cup both your cheeks in his palms. You couldn't help but, notice his knuckles were blood red and busted for beating up a stranger who attempted to flirt with you. Gently whipping away the discomfort, the dreadful misery he caused to such a beautiful butterfly.

"You're so beautiful that I'm scared. You're just like a butterfly. From afar, I steal glances; if we touch hands, will I lose you?", he lingered moving his right hand, connecting his hand with yours, "You shine in this pitch darkness that is the butterfly effect. Your light touches, I forget the reality at once. It's like a wind that gently strokes me. It's like a dust that gently drifts along. You're these but for some reason, I can't reach you, stop you", the tears diving along his pale countenance, sent waves of utter melancholia mixed with happiness.

No one has ever spoken to you that way nor has anyone ever felt so, deeply in love with you. "I'm here Jimin, if you touch my hand I wouldn't dissolve away. If you reach for me, I'll be here with you. I'll be your everything, I'll be your butterfly that never leaves just don't push me away. Don't scare me away. Stop the jealously that you feel, those men mean nothing to me. They're not you nor will they ever be you", the words Jimin wanted to hear washed away all his worries.

You suddenly, remembered about Jimin's bloody knuckles and stood off your knees, pulling Jiminie up along side you. "Let's go to the kitchen and clean you up chimchim", when he heard his nickname the flutter in this heart shined through. It didn't help when you flashed him those brown eyes as you kissed his cheek. Those soft lips are his addiction, one kiss can make him go mad.

You dragged Jimin to the kitchen forcing him to take a seat on the counter booster. "Wait here", you said softly.

Entering the master bedroom, opening the closet and on your tip toes to reach for the first aid kit. Except, a certain someone beat you to it all at once, he tugged you away from the closet, shutting it close and pushing you up against the closet door. "Kiss me", he said in your ear which signaled shivers all across your tan-ish body. He sounded frustrated, almost angry, however, he was far from it at this point. The way you popped out your ass as you tippy toed for the first aid kit caused him to have unholy thoughts of making pure true love to you. That's exactly what he planned to do.