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쉰여덟

fifty-eight; YOU

     heavy breaths, cold fingers, comforting yet arousing words all together defined them at the moment.

     the smaller boy had his finger nails digging onto other's back while the other made love to him. the moment was euphoric for both. mixed with the pain, stupidity, struggle they went through to finally get together.

     the fight was not only with others but their own self. the fight to move on, the fight to let someone go, the fight to wait. waiting for the person you want is not easy when they're right in front of you. but if you fight through the difficult times, it's always worth it.

     the morning was colder than usual, but their bodies covered in sweat were inseparable. under the covers, wrapped up, they held onto each other, feeling more secure than they ever had.

     running his hands through older's hair, he smiled, "you're beautiful."

     he blushed and pressed his forehead on younger's naked chest. nothing could explain how they felt. if felt like the warmth from each other was what they're been craving for. it was all they wanted.

     "for once i was scared you'd reject me. you were avoiding me," jungkook said, pressing a kiss on the shorter male's hair.

     "i'd never. i kept my distance to clear up my thoughts, to be sure. i think a lot when i'm alone. and when all my thoughts were of you, i was sure that it was you." jimin's fingers drew circles on jungkook's abdomen. somehow, jungkook wasn't ticklish at that moment but instead it was soothing, cute even.

     "and for me, the moment i saw you i knew it was you."

     he pressed another kiss on his hair as the older giggled the other being cliché. love was cliché but the love stories were not. and theirs surely wasn't.
    
    

❝it was you❞