Four Senses || myg × pjm

3 - Smell

About a week after you arrived, it started to rain after school. I've never liked rain, it's just so...I don't know, gray? I think that would be an appropriate description for it. I've heard other people describe sad things as gray before, so I'm guessing it's a very boring color. But anyway, as I was standing outside, about to walk home, I realize that I didn't bring a sweater, or something similarly warm. I sigh but continue walking towards the exit, anyway, as there's not  much I could've done about it.

But that's where you come in, with your calming voice and a warmth that seems to just radiate off of you.

"Aren't you cold?"

"Yes but I didn't bring anything warm, so I guess that's my fault." You laughed softly at my words, although I'm still not sure why.

"Well here, use my hoodie. I've been wearing it so it's quite warm." You laugh again, and I swear I'll never get tired of that sound. I hear the shuffling of fabric, which I assume was you taking the clothing off.

"Won't you be cold now?" I ask, as I take the hoodie from you hands. Our fingers brushed briefly, and I swear my heart stopped for a moment.

"No, I have another one." You smile. I love how I can always hear your smile In your voice, it's absolutely amazing.

But with that being said, I return the smile before slipping the hoodie over my head, letting your warmth begin to warm me as well.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, Jimin." Such a beautiful smile.

That night, I lay in my bed feeling more lonely than usual. I had always been fairly lonely, because who would want to be friends with the blind kid?

But that day, that day was a different kind of lonely. I longed for something, no, someone to love me in ways that I had never thought of before. I wanted intimacy.

So, in the darkness of my room I breathed in your scent, a scent so nice that it can't be described in words. And as I held your hoodie close to me, I let my hand slip down my body, as the thought of you giving me that desired feeling, took over.