love me now, touch me now, just let me love you

section 6 - 'cause you are the one

Jimin woke up by himself the next morning, without an alarm and without one of his hyungs shaking him awake. Instead he woke up to the bright sunlight shining through the sheer curtains over the big window.

He laid there, breathing a sigh of satisfaction, and all he could think of was Seulgi. He got the best girl in the world and had her all to himself, even after all these years had passed by.

So maybe that was a true sign that they were really meant to be.

He didn't want to take things too fast, but he knew he loved that girl with all of his heart, and he couldn't help or do anything about the way he felt about her. Soon, he would have to call his parents and let them know about the exciting news he had to share with them. Maybe Seulgi would even become their daughter-in-law eventually.

He had to stop himself. He didn't want to jinx any of this.

He laid there for a few more minutes, then got up, combed through his hair, brushed his teeth, and pulled on some skinny jeans rather than the sweatpants he wore to bed, and grabbed a shirt to put on, but the doorbell rang, and he walked over to the door to reveal a bright and wide awake Seulgi standing there, holding a big bag full of neat boxes, it looked like, down by her side.

"Annyeong," Jimin said with a yawn, rubbing his eyes of sleep. "It's good to see you."

Seulgi looked down at his bare torso, blushing like crazy. "Jimin-ssi," she said, embarrassed.

He smiled, then realized what exactly she was implying, then blushed too and pulled on the oversized shirt he had been holding and planning to wear. "I'm so sorry," he told her, bowing repeatedly in front of her. "I promise I will pay more attention next time," he vowed to her, bowing again.

No problem. No problem at all, Seulgi thought, and she couldn't help but smile. "It's alright, Jimin," she assured him sweetly, handing him the bag she was holding. "Here. This is for you."

He took it, looking down in it as he opened it pulled apart the handles slightly, asking, "What's all this?" He looked back up at her, beaming, his cheeks shining bright and his eyes, too, with happiness and gratefulness. "Seulgi-ssi, no! You didn't have to do this for me!" he exclaimed.

She smiled. "All of the food is in there for you and labeled so you know what's what when you take it out to eat it. I heard you haven't been eating well and you fainted because of that, which makes me worried. You can't do that to yourself. You'll pass out again, and not to mention that it's extremely unhealthy for you."

Jimin looked at her, crestfallen. Someone told her about that? And he had obvious muscles now finally, which was his goal all along for crying out loud! If his hyungs could only keep their dang mouths shut.....

"But, Seulgi....."

"You looked good before, Jimin. But now your face is losing its shape; becoming skinnier everyday. I hate to see you like this. You even look sick, you poor baby. Here. I'll heat up a small bowl of this soup and you can eat some of it to get some protein in you."

Seulgi stepped past him, grabbing the container and taking it over to the kitchen counter. She took a small bowl and ladled a small serving of the soup into it, then warmed it up in the microwave, and when it was done, she brought it over with her, a spoon included.

She sat beside him, the big sweater she was wearing swallowing her small frame, the sleeves so long she had them pulled down past her knuckles like mittens with the finger parts cut off. Jimin smiled as he felt her weight press into the mattress as she sat, and he looked at her. She was serious and focused looking back at him, but her face still just as beautiful and angelic as it was when she smiled. He wanted to claim those smooth-looking lips with fragile but hungry kisses, but he knew his wasn't the time to do so. He would know when it was time.