[Third person POV]
Jimin scurried into her apartment, like for the first time in three months, he was afraid of getting caught at the door. Turning the lock and entering the house for what he thought would be the last of his such visits, he shut the door behind him and took a deep breath at the entrance.
She really is back.
He didn't have to see her at the building to know it. He could sense her return in the house. Striding in, he smiled to himself when he saw a coat strewn on the couch.
Not even a day back and she's already messing up the place.
Her stuff was around. He felt comforted and conflicted at the same time. What was he going to do? He hadn't gotten used to her absence in the last couple of months but having her back was an entire different ballgame altogether.
He strode into the kitchen and made himself a cup of tea just like he'd seen her do it. But no matter how hard he tried, he never could get it to taste like the tea she made. Spicy, sort of sweet, and strong as hell.
Carrying the mug that was 'his', as assigned by her in the time they were together, tight in both palms, Jimin sat himself comfortably on her couch, careful not to move anything. In the previous months when he used her spare key and visited the house, he never had to worry about getting caught. But it was different today, so he stayed on alert as he sipped his tea.
He intended to be gone before she got back, and judging by the interaction he was part of earlier, he didn't think it would be any time soon. A spark of jealousy ignited in his chest when the image of her hand on Taehyung's knee invaded his mind. The way she smiled at him, the way she was so bubbly around him- he longed to have that with her. He knew Taehyung and her had a platonic friendship, and he also trusted his brother completely, but he couldn't help but be a little envious of the comfort they shared with each other.
He sighed, placing the empty cup on the table, he leaned back. He fixed his eyes on the dim light above and took a deep breath. The fading hint of smoke in the air worried him, given Tara's altered appearance. She had seemed thinner, frail, and her skin no longer the brightest golden hue, hair longer and messy. He frowned and shook his head, focusing on the other scents instead. He sunk into the couch when the unusual combination of vanilla, cocoa and jasmine flooded his senses and calmed his veins. He chuckled softly to himself at how strange he'd found the amalgamation of them at first, but how over time they had grown to become his most cherished redolence on the globe as he travelled all around it and never experienced anything like.
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Out of Breath // pjm.
Fanfiction{Part 2 to Running In Circles} Park Jimin fanfic x "I know you don't need it. But do you want it? Do you want even a small fraction of how much I want it? Because I..." he held my face firmly in his hands, eyes boring into mine as I felt his soft w...
