Two of You (Vmin)

Suffocating. (17)

When darkness sits comfortably in your eyes and pain grasps onto your lungs and heart, you're okay. It's the feeling of finally being alive once again because breathing with an endless cycle of thoughts isn't living and the only times when you're able to finally wake up and realise that you are worth more than you think is when you're in pain. Excruciating pain.

It's heavy on your chest a burning feeling enveloping your lungs and throat. Your mind sits in one place, to keep you alive. Your body moves on instinct, to keep you breathing. However, you, well you don't want this, don't want the chance of survival because this feeling is so familiar and you get high off it. The feeling of being lost in a world so loud, the feeling of being pushed down until you're crying out for help. You see with time and adaptation your body longs for this feeling because it was the only way you we're surviving. That was until a firm hold on your arm woke you up. It gripped tight, pulling you up, breaking the surface of the water. He held you, helped you after so long of being the source of your drowning. You felt the sun burn your skin, evaporate the moisture. You felt the wind bring goosebumps back to life and for so long you can now feel the air heal your lungs and bring your heart back to life.

'He's only there when you need him.' They would say. And I would always reply, 'well thank god, I thankfully need him.'

I need you, Jimin.

(Taehyung's POV)

He looked so peaceful mindlessly staring into space, as though the world stopped abusing him for just a few minutes. The confusion that usually sits on his features were not to seen and the dark circles under his eyes finally dissolved away. Even with his mind off in a daze, his posture held was statue, welcoming and kind. With the assistance of the chair he was seated on, his back stood straight, feet planted on the around and hands lazily placed on his thighs. I on the other hand sat on an awfully comfortable sofa much too big for one soul alone and with my gaze strong on him it was no wonder he snapped out of his thoughts. Probably feeling a pair of eyes boring holes into him. He looked over towards me and I felt a new wave of fresh intoxicating air fill my lungs.

He then smiles, warm and alluring and with a smile like his it was difficult not to stretch out my lips up into a paining smile myself. It was like wordless communication, he raised from his seat, blinking away the fog in his eyes as they lit back up to life. His body weight slumped down the soft bounce in the couch only ever so slightly as what he holds wasn't so much. The silence lingered for longer and with every second that rolled by my body stuttered, heart thumped harder against my chest as I took a trembling breath in releasing it quietly. Unfortunately, it wasn't silent enough as I felt his worried eyes on me. Closer than before from when he sat across the room from me, that he was. It showed me the bruises and healing open wounds painted on his face which had my insides churning in pure anger. I could tell he picked up on that because I watched his eyebrows perk up and his pupils dilate in a sudden shock wave of fear, he feared me and I didn't blame him. I'm scared of who I am.

It's like holding onto a rope of who you desire to be only to have the opposing self pull too hard at times burning the skin of your palms, tearing away at the flesh. It will heal, the skin will become stronger, however with no time to heal, it begins to rot and eventually without even your consent, you lay bare to the eyes you want to hide from.

His voice pierced the silence, coaxing my attention to reality back to life.

"We could have died," he spoke voice laced with worry and fear muddled into a mess of emotions pouring out.

Moving my eyes before I pivoted my head, following my gaze right onto him. I see his eyes gradually peel open wider, watched the black holes in his eyes eat up the brown glistening colour before he quickly tore those pair of scared eyes away from me. Feeling a wave of frustration eat at my insides for a split second, darkness washed passed my visual field, blocking out the face that dropped into one terrified, a body stiff on high alert, ready to use the psychological, fight or flight phenomenon.

Then light poured back in and I felt a rush of adrenaline wash away as my body seemed to loosen itself from the tight muscles. He came back into view and I watched he himself relax once again and it brought a smile onto my lips when the corner of his tugged up, perking up his bruised cheek. Though, the words just spoken flashed through my mind and the smile so warm, I assume, dropped. Electricity pulsed through my arm quickly snagging Jimin's wrist in my tight hold. He emitted a soft gasp, his eyes locking with mine once again but not before his body flinched back in pure fear.

"You know I'd never let anything happen to you?" I whisper, voice too low that I, myself wondered if it was loud enough.

A short sigh sounded the air as his lips clasped shut and pulled up into a smile, so warm and welcoming before his body inched closer to mine and free hand pressed warm presence on my own hand. Confidence radiated off him in this moment, his forehead gently pressed onto mine, eyes not once tearing away from my own, and with such a genuine tone he spoke.

"Same goes to you, Tae. I'll always protect you from anyone and anything because an apology will never be enough not when you never gave up on me for so many years..."

He inhaled softly, shaky and quiet. Closed his eyes for a split second and once they peeled open, he leaned in and those soft lips finally pressed against mine and with his body weight hunching over mine, I allowed us to fall into the bliss of one another. My arms securely wrapped around his back, drawing him closer as he managed to slip his tongue passed my lips. His scent was intoxicating as I longed for more, to feel much more of him and explore every inch of him. I felt his fingers press into my hair, gripping tight and all I could do in this moment was allow him to take me for who I am, to lead, to guide me and allow me to live.

Because you are drowning for long, desperate for oxygen, air but sometimes what you get is something that can kill you. To me, the longing of air filling my lungs was never going to be enough and I didn't know what could fill that void sitting deep in my chest until my life source became Park Jimin.

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A / N

Did you guys like this one? I genuinely liked writing the fluffy kissing scene because I haven't written one since I started writing. 

Anyway, plot twist, it's Taehyung's POV.

Other than that, enjoy a much deserved fluff and I will see you again next update.

(ALso comment thoughts I love reading them, PEacE)

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