Hearts aren't bulletproof (BTS fanfic/BxB)

How the dust settles

(Another pic of Jimin ^^ cuz he beautiful. Btw this chapter is just a little steamy...)

Crisanto

The tears that refused to stop falling from Crisanto's eyes, came down in streams. Slowly, his ability to walk abandoned him, until he was down to his knees in an open field of grass, under the watchful eyes of the stars. He looked up. The stars offered reassurance and comfort in their silent winking from the endless arch of darkness and from beyond the moon's corona. They reflected into Crisanto's eyes like scattered diamonds would, twinkling at the bottom of two clear lakes. Crisanto was transfixed by their beauty, in this brief moment he had forgotten everything. It was just him and the stars. The ones furthest away, almost outside the span of human comprehension, were waving to him from the near depths of spacial oblivion. The faint, silver tint that swathed their luminous bodies twinkled in a strange way, as though it were trying to tell him something. Perhaps it was a subconscious part of Crisanto's mind, a reflex from somewhere near his Medulla Oblongata, a means of comfort, a bodily response to the pain that swamped over him like waves of fire, but no. The stars spoke to him. Like beacons of hope, beckoning to his lost soul. Once they had settled, they shone out to Crisanto, sending him a message through their indistinct ribbons of silver light. Crisanto closed his eyes as he received their advice. He got back to his feet with a healed heart and began his journey home. He realised something. Only in darkest of times, do the stars shine at their brightest.

Elliot

"We should go..." Elliot prompted softly as he helped Jimin onto his feet "I'll stay with you tonight" he whispered reassuringly. Jimin looked to the floor, too ashamed to raise his head, only grunting in response as Elliot threw Jimin's arm around his shoulder. Taking small steps, they made their way over to Jimin's house.

"I'm sorry-" Jimin whispered weakly.

"Don't" Elliot interjected immediately "Don't apologize"

"But this is my fault..." he continued, his voice wavering.

"So what?" Elliot frowned "can we just get home" Jimin shuddered in response. A few silent minutes passed. "I love you...don't forget that" Elliot pushed on, conviction evident in his tone "Whether you were just dating me, or if you were dating a million people, I'd still love you just the same. And think about it-" a small smile danced upon his lips "-it's worked out better now, now we can just focus on you and me. We don't need to hide anymore-" Elliot's voice started to break "-we don't need to fucking hide" he exclaimed shakily, through the tears that welled in his eyes, as he was pulled into Jimin's warm embrace. They were stood outside Jimin's doorstep.

They slowly broke apart from each other. Jimin unlocked the door to let them in, one hand interlocked with Elliot's. He pushed the door open forcefully and tripped, wincing as he brought the both of them to the floor of his doorway. Elliot sat up, straddling Jimin's waist, his teary eyes filled with adoration for the man that stared back at him. Jimin pulled Elliot down into a deep kiss, running his hand through Elliot's hair as he did so. A soft and passionate glow lit up in Jimin's eyes. This was his reply to all that Elliot had said. After closing the front door, they went to continue in Jimin's room. Elliot threw the duvet over them, as though he was shielding them from the world, so that they were confined to the requisition of these satin sheets. It was just them.

Elliot arched against Jimin as he moved his hand across his chest, a soft moan escaping him. Elliot bit into Jimin's luscious lips, so that they were blazingly red as he withdrew in broken gasps for air. It was hot under these covers. Almost too hot. Jimin kept his lips locked with Elliot's, lavishing him deliciously. Elliot trailed a finger to the crook of Jimin's neck and then bit into it without hesitation. Jimin moaned, as his head fell back into pillows in deep pleasure. Jimin was staggered at what was building. Every kiss threatened to blow him to pieces. Elliot's hips rested against Jimin's as he continued to kiss him warmly. Elliot nuzzled against Jimin, biting into his neck tenderly, drawing from him soft and incessant moans. Elliot watched him squeeze his eyes shut as he clamped his thighs against his wrist and snapped his hips up, all the muscles in his body becoming tense and quivering, as he felt him diminish against his lips. The beginning was near. A sporadic wave of pleasure and heat freed them from their satin prison as Elliot threw off the duvet that smothered them. It was hard enough from them to breathe as it was. The soft glow of the moon, lambent and illustrious as it showered upon them in silver shafts of light.