Sweet Agony {Jimin Fanfiction}

Sweet Agony

Some TV show was just airing in the TV, which I didn't pay any attention to. My whole flat was fulfilled with scent of a scented candle, which I lighted up a moment ago. I love candles. Just looking at slowly aflaming fire makes me feel relaxed, not even mentioning a satisfying aroma, which can at least drown down your other senses. One could say I'm obsessed, I have a lot of them. But I don't think so. They can make a comfortable atmosphere, why not to have them then?

For a moment, I stared at the shinning moon. It's a full moon today. Great, I won't be able to sleep again. My health doesn't handle it too well. Who knows, maybe I'll also have nightmares.

There was a loud notification sound of a text message coming out of my phone.

„I'll bring some pizza, McDonald's and cola, we can have a movie marathon. What do you think?~"

I smiled a little bit. He always knows, what my heart needs.

„I'm waiting for you.~"

I've ran into the bathroom to look for my favorite pyjamas he liked so much. Nothing too extravagant. Nothing too innocent. Yeah, I found it in the washing machine. Great. I looked at my reflection into the mirror and damn I looked really messy. How can he still like me like this? I brushed my hair and made myself not too strong make-up, I wanted to look natural. Now that's better. I used a little bit of my favorite parfume – it had a simple scent but on the other hand, there was something thrilling about it. I looked down at my lace bedgown I was wearing. It was showing more than his eyes could be able to handle. That's the reason I don't dress like that in front of him. Not as if he doesn't like me wearing clothes like this, it's just that he likes emotional beauty more than the physical one. But I like wearing it. I look hot. What woman wouldn't like that feeling? And I know, today's nothing going to happen. When he says a movie marathon, he really means a movie marathon until the moment one of us falls asleep.

I've decided to go into the bedroom and find something less exposing, when suddenly the door bell rang. So early? How could he get here so guickly? I didn't even manage to change my clothes. I quickly put on a satin dressing gown, though his lenght was above my legs. Well, whatever. He'll have to wait while I change. But I'm not going to let him wait in front of the door.

„Coming!" I screamed when the door bell nervously rang again. I opened the door with a big smile on my face. „That was..."

A sudden shock took over my body. The blood in my veins was boiling and even though I wanted to shut the door right away, I couldn't move. Something didn't let me.

There wasn't standing a man I was expecting. There was a man whose hands my body knew too well. Hands whose my body was craving for as a human living in the empty desert, craving for water. I was trying not to think about the past, but it was hard. Especially when he was now looking at me so intensively and winningnessly, with one hand on the door lining and head half inclined. His eyes were clearly telling me I'm not going to shut the door in front of his face. I put edges of my dressing gown closer to each other.

„Are you waiting for someone?" he spoke and with the sound of his voice, I shivered. The voice so beautiful that everyone can just silently envy him. The voice so perfect, he can sold out any big concert hall, in any state in the world.

Nope. This man is not going to bring me down. He's not going to make a mess out of me. Not anymore.

But the way he was standing there in that leather jacket and black jeans with holes on his knees... The way he was looking at me. As if he wanted to burn down my soul. As if I should sell my soul to the devil. And he was the devil.