Loving You ~ pjm + kth ✓

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We stayed in the basement for the rest Chorus and our free period. We stayed in the same hugging position we were in and in the same place where we had stood. More tears reached my shoulder and held a steady pace at doing so wherein every couple of minutes I would feel a drop. Jimin wasn't shaking or anything that a sad person would do. His breathing was normal, as was mine. Everything was fine with the exception of the dampness that leisurely bled through my uniforms shoulder every couple minutes.

It was very peaceful, the quiet and all. It wasn't the uncomfortable sort of quiet where we were awkwardly just standing there, hugging each other, and waiting for each other to say something. It was more like the kind of quiet where we were each in our own world. I was thinking of how we could resolve the whole issue of being 'closeted' and all. And god knows what Jimin was thinking, I hoped it was only happy thoughts that were entering his mind but I knew that that probably wasn't the case.

I felt bad about making Jimin feel this way, so scared and vulnerable but it was just one of those things that couldn't be kept hidden any longer. I reached my boiling point -- and I'm pretty sure that Jimin had reached his -- with trying to hide what we have. Especially considering it a rarity amongst people in general.

When the bell rang, signifying the end of our free period, Jimin looked up from his spot on my shoulder. His eyes weren't puffy but they were wet. It wasn't sadness that Jimin was feeling. It was relief and nervousness. If it really were sadness, he would've been shaking, his breathing uneasy. He would've shed more tears but he didn't. I was relieved to see that I hadn't caused him pain by making this decision and I understood his feelings. His relief that he would be done hiding and done worrying about conveying the tiniest amount of affection in public. His nervousness of the possible backlash we could receive. The possibility of losing everything and everyone that we had tried to obtain during our lives here. I hoped we shared the mutual feeling of all that being worth loving each other.

"My house?" He said with a small smile. We still had 2 periods left but I admit that after being down here, I didn't want to go back to class and pretend.

I smiled in response and nodded my head. His fingers intertwined with mine and he leads us up the stairs and through the halls that led to the exit. Our grips on each other were strong, contrary to our grips on reality. Our pace was slow, not paying any mind to the possibility of someone seeing our skinship. The halls were littered with eyes. All staring at our conjoined hands. Jimin only responded to this by pulling me closer.

Now side by side, with linked fingers and hearts, we pushed open the exit with our free hands. The breeze combed our hair and the bright light complimented Jimin's dark brown eyes as I turned my head to look at him. The person I would give my all to again and again.

Together, we were inviolable. Apart, we would never have to be.