Redamancy | Yoonmin.

Y O O N G I.

"Do you ever think you'll get married?" Jimin whispered.

"Why?" I replied, head turning to his direction."Well if you do, promise me one thing.""What is that?""Make sure they love you more than anything in this world, because you deserve that."

I brought Jimin back to Ryom's house. I wanted to go somewhere more private, but going to his house was out of the question. From what I was told, his mother would flip out if I stepped foot into her house. I can't blame her for hating me, I almost killed her son. But I didn't understand why Jimin wasn't allowed to speak to anyone in the group. But none of that mattered. It had been a month too long of not seeing his face and wondering if he remembered me. I was going to take this time to my advantage, just in case I don't get a lot of time with him before I had to head back.

Ryom's parents had left with mine this morning to go on to their monthly two day trip, meaning that the house was empty while Ryom was away at work. I could sense Jimin wasn't really fond of being here, being as I knew he had some skepticism about Ryom and I. However, I didn't let him think about it too much when he entered the house, my hand reaching up to pull his hood down as he took his shoes off. "What was that for?" he asked, turning to me as he fixed his hair.
"It's not polite," I pointed out, taking my shoes off too.
"You kidding me? Nobody is here, is there?"
"No, just us," I said softly, taking a step forward to pull the mask off from his face. I tucked it into the pocket of his sweatshirt and then grabbed his chin, tilting his head to the left and then to the right.
"What are you doing?" he asked, pulling his face away from me, his small fingers touching his skin.
"I wanted to see if you had any scars."
"No, I have no scars. They all healed really nicely."
"I... Good," I mumbled, my lips twitching into a slight grin, my hand hesitantly reaching out for his as I started to walk further into the house. "Ryom gave me the only room on the upper floor. They use it as a guest room since they have a lot of family that comes and goes and it's really cool. Wanna see it?" I asked, but even if he said no, I was bringing him up there anyway. My heart was beating against its restraints, my breath a little uneven. I still wasn't used to being with Jimin again. I didn't know what to expect, what to say, or what to do. I wanted to lock him away into a room so nobody could take him away from me again.

Letting out a large breath, I noticed that I had missed if Jimin even answered my question, but I headed up the stairs anyway. "What have you been doing while you've been... Gone?" I asked.
"Just in my room, I guess. Recovering," he mumbled, stumbling on behind me. When I reached the door to the room I was staying in, I opened it up and allowed him to enter before me. I watched his face as he looked around, his hand still in mine as I used my free hand to close the door. "Oh, wow. This is nice," he said, my own eyes looking over the spacious bedroom with Victorian wallpaper. The king sized bed was messy from where I had rested, but still complimented the neatness and proper details of the room.

"When are you coming back, Jimin?" I mumbled, my lips pursing afterwards. His body slowly turned to mine, the emotion on his face looking worried.
"Yoongi...," he started, his head shaking as his gaze dropped. "I'm not," he choked out. I blinked rapidly before I felt my heart drop, my lips parting as I let out a small grunt. He's... Not... Coming back?
"You're kidding me."
"No, Yoongi. My mother doesn't want me to go back. Our manager told me that I will not be coming back. That I was not allowed to speak to any of you for that matter because he knew you guys would not go on without me," he admitted, eyes still trained on to the ground.
"Our manager is in on this? Jimin, BTS is your family, what are you thinking? This is your life. Not your mother's," I explained, my jaw hardening as I looked to the side. "You've really got to be kidding me, this is some joke, right? Jimin, that's.. That's never heard of. Joking about this stuff could get our manager fired."
"I think... I think my mother... Blackmailed him," he blurted out, his hands now fidgeting together. I just stood there again, speechless as I forgot how to breathe for a moment. "I...Am.. So mad," I whispered, my hands pressing against my forehead now as I walked past him, pacing within the walls of the room. "That's not even legal. No, and the guy you were seeing today? Was that to sign the contract for you to be released? They're going to contact our manager, tell them you never showed up, your mother will fr-," I was saying, but my body was spun to face Jimin, his hands reaching up to grab a hold of my face, crashing our lips together all over again.

My body suddenly relaxed at the feeling of his lips against mine, my eyes fluttering shut as my hands found the curve of his hips. Our lips meshed together gently, but I could feel the love he poured into it. His fingers were pushing up into my hair, which made goosebumps spread out across my body. "What are you doing?" I whispered against his lips when I pulled away only slightly.
"Calming you down. I haven't seen you or heard from you in a month, Yoongi, can we please.. Just worry about all this messy stuff later and just be together?" he asked, his eyes opening at the same time as mine. My lips cracked into a quick smile before I wraped my arms under his bottom, which was an invitation for him to jump up into my hold so I could carry him. His arms immediately wrapped around my neck, right before I collided our lips together again. I wasn't far from the bed, so carrying him was easy. I carefully set him down against the mattress after I set my knee upon it. When his head hit the pillow, our bodies untangled, only to tangle up again as I slid in between his legs. The tip of my tongue slipped out from between my lips, gliding over Jimin's bottom brim and when his lips parted for me, our tongues met and slid against each other, sending chills up and down my spine. My heart had sped up so fast that I could hear it in my ears, almost afriad that Jimin could possibly hear it as well. I felt his hips buck up against mine, maybe on purpose or maybe absentmindedly, but it made our lips disconnect from how it took my breath away so suddenly. My eyes opened and I propped myself up on my elbows to look down at him. Our forheads brushed together, and so did our noses, his hot breath hiting my lips. I don't know what I was doing. Oh, god. What was I doing?

"I want to make love to you," I whispered.