𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 {Editing} || 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 || 𝐏.𝐉𝐌

Chapter 19: Playground

A gentle breeze picked up, flowing through the chill night air, clawing it's way through cracks between tree branches up above.

You and Jimin were sat atop climbing frames at a small playground located in the park.

Your fingers wrapped around the metal bars which were cold to the touch, causing you to let out an audible, shaky exhale.

Jimin mirrored your actions, eyes trained on his feet that were dangling below him. For a moment or two, it was just like this.

Not a word uttered between the two of you, the only noise being the sound of the wind passing through.

Until Jimin inhaled sharply, "He wasn't always like this."

You gaze at the side of his face as his attention was focused on the ground beneath him.

"He was happy, sweet, and only wanted to share love with everyone in this world. He never wished for anything bad upon anyone, and he loved his friends. All of us: Hoseok, Namjoon, Yoongi, Jin, and me."

He finally looked up, eyes glistening under the moonlight, "He had a crush at the previous school. And he was madly in love with them. Everyday, he'd write a letter and stick it in their locker."

"It would always be motivational words, things to keep them going throughout. And when he finally mustered up enough courage to confess, they turned him down. They didn't like that he was good. They wanted something bad."

"And Taehyung being so mad in love, decided he'd turn bad so he could be accepted by them."

He sniffed, probably due to the cold night, "It was minimal, at first: Showed up late, didn't finish or hand in homework on time, barely paid attention. And then, it got worse."

"He started picking fights, beating up students younger or weaker than he was. He turned into a playboy, a villain."

"And by the time we realized it, it was too late. No matter what we tried or said, Taehyung was adamant that this is the path he chooses to follow. He went back to the person he loved, but by then, they'd already found someone else."

"And he was angry. He beat up their partner, almost killing them in the process. It was then we realized that the Taehyung we knew, wasn't there anymore."

"After that incident, Taehyung was transferred to another school. We didn't want to leave Taehyung alone, especially with everything that he's been through, everything that he's done."

"So we transferred with him, to keep him and others around him safe. But, Taehyung ended up including us in his schemes. We wanted to say no, but we couldn't. We were scared of what he'd do."

"And then, he did something. Something neither of us could have imagined. He was sent to jail for a few months, and then was released and transferred here. We followed him again, because he still needs his friends by his side. We won't abandon him like his parents did."

A silent tear traced down Jimin's cheek as he sniffles, his voice breaking as he continues to speak, "I just want my best friend back. The one who was always so happy, was a good student, and a role model to others. I miss him."

Your instincts kick in as you wrap your arms around Jimin. He buries his face into your neck as he starts sobbing.

Your heart breaks seeing him cry, but you didn't know what to do other than to embrace him. You didn't know what Jimin went through.

You don't know what he feels.

All you know, is to hold him.

Because he'll know that someone is here to listen to him.

Moments pass by, a few clouds hanging overhead as Jimin calms down, reluctantly pulling away from the warmth of your body, from being so close to you.

Your fingers reach up, cupping the side of his face as your thumb gently rubs against the skin of his cheek, wiping away the tears that stained his face.

Flashing a warm smile his way was all it took for Jimin's heart to flutter as his face heated up. He wiped away the rest of his tears as you retreat your hand.

You didn't notice the drop in temperature until then. The cold breeze nipping harshly at the exposed parts of your skin, causing you to shiver in response.

This did not go unnoticed by Jimin as he scoots closer to you, his body right up against yours. Lacing his fingers with yours, he bore into your eyes, the stars twinkling in his own.

A smile slowly crawled it's way towards his lips as the corners of his eyes turned downwards, creating two crescent moons.

You don't say anything, just simply stare at him as the sound of your heart hammering against your chest filled your ears, warmth clawing it's way to your cheeks.

Jimin's face inches closer to your own, gradually, slowly. Your breath hitched in your throat as his warm breath fanned your lips teasingly.

Just as you thought he'd pull away, his soft lips landed on yours, molding together with your own as his free hand found it's way to your face, cupping it.

The butterflies awakened in your stomach as it felt like the clouds were beneath you.

His soft floral scent intoxicated you as he deepened the kiss by prying your mouth open with his tongue. You didn't even try to fight as you knew he'd win. Only moments later, Jimin pulled away as the both of you gasped for air.

That was a hot kiss.

"Why'd you kiss me?" You panted, lightly smacking his chest as you were a hot mess.

He smirked, pulling you closer, "Why? Am I not allowed to kiss my girlfriend? Or should I say future wife?"

Your eyes widen as you felt your body heat up, the cool night not affecting you anymore, "Yah, I'm not your girlfriend. You should get your information right. And what makes you think I'll be your future wife?"

"Oh, you will," with a last peck against the corner of your lips, Jimin drops down, walking off.

"Yeah, okay," you shout after him, "Just walk off, leave me here, on the playground, alone! In the middle of the night!"

Unfortunately, that had no affect on Jimin as he continued walking, until you could no longer see his silhouette.

You huff, reaching the ground, mumbling as you walk off to your house, "Stupid guy. Has no manners. To think I love this heartless being."

Jimin smiled to himself as he could hear you shouting after him.

He knew it'd get you mad. And he loved seeing you mad.

He thought you looked adorable.

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