Close to Heaven

Memories

Warning: Explicit language in this chapter may be offensive to some

The voice was coming from the other side of me, causing me to snap my head in that direction. It was the member that always looked like he was in a bad mood. I couldn't remember his name. His expression couldn't ruin his good looks, but I didn't know his personality. 

His normally calm demeanor was slightly disturbed. He took one look at Jimin kneeling at my side and Jungkook standing in the hallway, blushing, and his eyes widened. I was scared he would start yelling at me, but instead he just nodded and turned around to go back to the kitchen. Jungkook stood there, painfully awkward, the rosy hue still lasting in his baby face. I smiled at the young looking boy before realizing that we were the same age. 

"Jungkook," Jimin finally spoke, his lovely voice composed. He didn't say anything more but nodded at the entryway to the kitchen, indicating Jungkook could go anytime now. He seemed to snap out of his haze of embarrassment and nodded, walking quickly around us and into the kitchen. 

It wasn't until now that I realized just how much the tips of my ears were burning. The heat rising in my cheeks had reached the corners of my eyes. I wanted to put my head down to hide my flushing face, but I saw Jimin still cradling his jaw and my motherly side immediately switched on. 

"Are you alright? I'm so sorry. Here let me see," I didn't let him answer my questions before I removed his hands from his jaw and took a look. There was a small red mark, the middle of it beginning to turn purple. Jeez, I didn't know I hit him that hard, I thought. Then I remembered the throbbing in my own hand and realized the effect it must have had on the delicate skin of Jimin's face. I cringed at the thought of hurting him. I ran my finger over the mark a few times. The movement pulled me into a memory from when I was little.

It was late at night, but I was thirsty. I went downstairs to get a cup of water. After I had relieved my thirst, I began back up the stairs. When I was almost at the top, I tripped and hit my face on a stair. I knew from the way the hardwood smashed into the bone at the top of my cheek that it would leave a bruise. I immediately began to cry, holding my hands to my cheek. My mother woke quickly and left her bedroom to find me laying on the stair sobbing. "Oh honey," she said, and sat beside me, pulling my head into her lap. After I had calmed, she said "Let me take a look," I cautiously pulled my hands away from the growing bruise on my face. My mother made a noise of sympathy. She lifted her soft hand and began circling the bruise with her delicate fingers. I winced at her touch, but it didn't hurt, only surprised me. The tender skin was throbbing like crazy. She circled the bruise three times and the leaned down and kissed it, her motherly kiss gentle and sweet. "There, does it feel better now?" She asked, still gently circling the spot of skin. I nodded, wiping my tears away.

The memory made me smile, and without thinking, I began circling the bruise with my finger. Once, twice, three times. Jimin's fidgeting stilled, his eyes locked on my face. I then leaned down and placed my lips on his jaw, right on the little red mark. 

I could feel his neck tense in surprise and then relax. When I pulled away, his eyes were on mine. "Well shit," he breathed. "What?" I asked. He shook his head before standing up and moving behind me to push the wheelchair into the kitchen.

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I hope you enjoy the fact that Jimin is finally getting a little flustered by Mi Sun bc it's only been her getting embarrassed up until now so lol there you go happy birthday kiddos (courtesy of  Zaida)

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