The dark sky and the midnight stars canceled each other out. Both were very different. The dark sky being very wide and vast and while the stars are big, they don't even compare to the sky.
Jin loved stars. He called me his star.
Now, as we both lay under the summer night, my cheeks began to feel warm when he propped himself up on his elbow and tapped my nose.
"My star," he started, "do you know why you are my star?"
I nod my head. "I'm your star because stars are hot and I'm hot."
"True that." he agreed. "but, there's also a different reason."
"Oh, and what is that?"
He began to explain his love for me. "You are my star because a star is a nuclear powerhouse. They shine because they are a powerhouse of light. So they shine their light on everything."
"That just tells me how a star shines." I correct him.
"Let me finish," Jin says and I obey him. "You are my star because you are my nuclear powerhouse. You are a powerhouse of love. But here's the catch. Instead of shining your love on everyone, you shine your love on only me."
Jin tucks a free strand of hair out of my face and into my hair. My breathing quickens.
"You're so beautiful, (y/n)."
"As are you, Worldwide Handsome." I say, returning his compliment.
He laughs and lays his back against the grass. The grass itches my neck and causes me to squirm constantly, making the itching worse. Jin noticed it and asks me what was wrong.
"Oh, it's just--"
Jin interrupted me by placing a kiss on my neck. As he pulls away, the skin he kissed was tingling but stopped itching. My eyes widen in surprise as I gasp softly.
"What?" He grinned beside me. "It worked, huh?"
"Yeah, it did." I began to squirm even more now because of the grass still itching me.
Jin offered to grab a blanket from his dorm but I refused. "No, it's okay. Just keep kissing my neck."
He smirked but ignored me and went back to laying down. I was pretending to be angry and pout. He didn't seem to care so I just shut my eyes and listened to the sound of owls in the night's atmosphere. I felt a pair of lips touch mine.
"I didn't know my lips were itchy, too."
Jin didn't say anything back. He just smiled through the kiss as I kiss him back. "Mine were itching to kiss yours, though."
YOU ARE READING
IMAGINE THIS | bts ✓
Short Storyshort stories regarding the beautiful angels. requests are closed. • • • ✶ morklala 2017 [completed]