Close to Heaven

Emotions

The kiss was definitely the best kiss I had ever had. Before I was diagnosed with cancer, I'd had a few boyfriends. Whenever we would go our separate ways after a date, there would usually be a quick peck on the lips, or maybe the cheek. Nothing like what I'd had with Jimin. When my lips touched his, there had been a spark. 

Everything had just suddenly made sense and I didn't think to question each movement he made, only go along with it. As I sat in my wheelchair, thinking about everything that had happened, I caught Jimin's eye as he was cutting ingredients for the Jajangmyeon. He grinned his wide, white smile, and winked.

My jaw dropped as the simple action caused my heart to flutter uncontrollably. A sudden ringing pulled Jimin's gaze from mine. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone. "Hold on, I have to take this," he left the kitchen and moved to the entryway to the apartment. I could his quiet murmuring into the phone, but I couldn't see him. As I strained to hear what he was saying, I realized the sounds of chopping and mixing had ceased. I brought my eyes back to Jae Eun. 

She stood, empty-handed, one hand on the counter, one hand on her hip. One eyebrow was raised, giving a judgmental look. "What?" I asked. Jae Eun shook her head, sighed and then stood up straight, approaching me. "Do you really like him that much?" she asked. 

All traces of her foolish celebration earlier were gone. I thought for a moment. I had known Jimin for a while, almost six months. I had gotten to know his personality. He was kind, caring, but also annoying sometimes when he made his usual inappropriate innuendos. He could also be mad. He was really scary when he was mad. 

The first time I saw his angry side was the day I fell after trying to get to the bathroom on my own. He was close to yelling. His normally smiling eyes became wider, but not in a surprised way, more of a way that showed he was serious. He could also be funny. 

His eyes scrunched up until they were almost two straight lines on his face, and his laugh was either loud and joyful, or breathless and kind of squeaky. I preferred the latter. He laughed and smiled a lot, and his face and tone of voice showed true joy. He could be worried too.

 Whenever I winced or did anything that suggested I was uncomfortable, his eyebrows went a little bit up in the middle, and his monolids creased visibly. His full pink lips would part to ask whether I was okay or not. He could also be sad. Jimin's sadness wasn't obvious though. It was a sadness that was sort of numb, and not something he would easily talk about. He would come into my room, his feet moving just the littlest bit slower. 

His face always looked void of emotion when he was sad. He said many people mistook this expression for anger. The first time I saw him sad, I knew it wasn't anger. I could never mistake any expression on his face for anger after I had seen him actually be angry. Despite the sheer amount of expressions he had, all of them were beautiful, even when he was making funny faces to make me laugh. 

So yes, I did really like Jimin. I realized that over the course of six months, I had fallen completely in love with him. He had become who I looked forward to seeing every day. He had come to play such a huge role in my life and I had fallen head over heels for him. 

"No," I boldly replied to Jae Eun. "I don't really like him. I love him." I immediately knew the statement was true as soon as it left my lips. Jimin was slowly becoming my everything, and I didn't have a single problem with it.

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