(SWEET AND FLUFF CHAPTER AHEAD! Please VOTE ASAP, and leave feedback for faster updates:-) Enjoy and go vote on all my last chapters for more!)Jimin had deepened the kiss, a grin appearing on his face, as he continued kissing me.
Just like him, I also smiled through the kiss.
My hands no longer on his shoulders but instead gliding up towards his hair, stroking it softly.
He pulled away, breaking the kiss.
His eyes fluttered open, along with mine, as we looked in each other's eyes.
Jimin simpered, as he scratched the back of his neck.
I felt my cheeks begin to heat up, as I tried to remain calm after what just happened.
The atmosphere getting awkward, as I covered my crimson cheeks that blossomed in the moonlight, full of embarrassment.
The only sound that could be heard was an owl hooting in the distance, the both of us remained silent.
Jimin broke the silence as he removed his inky large coat, lumbering behind me.
"Here wear this you must be freezing."
Jimin comforted, as he placed it gently onto my form.
I slid my arms through the much bigger coat, as it wrapped around my form.
He walked in front of me, back facing me without saying another word, as he stood in front of me.
"Jim-"
Before I could respond, Jimin interjected his words making my heart melt.
"Hop on, I'll carry you back to the cabin."
Jimin assured.I hesitated not knowing if I should, as it could hurt him, as I just stood there frozen.
I lowered my head, glancing at my feet as I wanted to cry an endless river, tonight was too much.
Jimin peeked his head back, titling with his eyebrows narrowed.
"Jiyeon?"
Jimin asked.
I peered my head upwards, staring at him, my eyes getting watery.
He turned around, lifting my chin up.
"Mianhae Jimin oppa, I know I'm crying a lot but it's just so overwhelming and I just am so tired of it all, I want to be happy but it's so hard."
I rambled as tears streamed down my face.
Jimin sighed, as he pulled me into an embrace, his arms shielding me as if I was a prize.
"Hey hey Jiyeon ah, calm down it's okay to cry."
Jimin reassured.
He traced circles on my back with one had, as another wrapped around my waist, my teardrops falling onto his grey sweatshirt.
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He's Different | p.jm
FanfictionAll my life I was used to getting the short end of the stick. My father was abusive, my mother had passed, and the only thing that kept me from losing my sanity were my best friends. Life was not just about the destination but the path, and I couldn...