strawberries & cigarettes ; yoonmin

thirty-nine

Jimin felt heavy, almost as if he was already buried six feet under.

It felt painful to breathe and it hurt to shift around.

And finally, it was too warm- way too warm.

He felt clammy, almost as if he'd spent a hour in gym and hadn't taken a shower afterwards, yet he didn't smell of sweat but rather a nice blend of strawberries, musk, and tobacco.

His eyes clinch together before fluttering up in utter confusion- where exactly is he? Is he buried?!

A gasp escapes the back of his throat as his glance shifts from the bright light pouring in from the window, and his eyes finally adjusting to revel his own bedroom. He grunts as he pushes his duvet off, instantly feeling lighter and cooler. The sting his his lower abdomen as he shifts to sit up fills him with last nights memories.

Jimin feels a smile tug at the edges of his lips and raises a hand slowly and carefully to them. Surly they were no longer swollen, but he won't ever forget how it felt when they were just hours ago.

He'd given himself to Yoongi last night; something he'd never dreamt of doing before.

Jimin wasn't like most kids, when he pictured his wedding he didn't picture the honeymoon, rather he focused on small things such as what would be served during cocktail hour or what song will play as he meets his bride at the end of the isle. Jimin hadn't craved sex like everyone else, and he never believed he would, but maybe that's because he was never attracted to anyone like he is to Yoongi.

A giggle escapes between his plump lips as he plays with the hem of his shirt before he raises it to take a long sniff. Sure enough, it reeks of Min Yoongi. Jimin isn't so sure if he wants to shower anymore, but rather he craves balling into a circle and letting the comforting smell wash over.

It hurt to move anyways, but that was just an excuse he knew, and he sighed as he remembered how clammy he felt seconds ago. It dawns on him how he hadn't wanted to shower last night either.

The older boy had drove him home and carried him to his bed offering to help him shower along the way, but Jimin refused too intoxicated with the older's scent, and insisted he would in morning. The night, he recalls, had ended with a small kiss left upon his forehead and being covered up by the duvet. The older boy must have sneaked out the window after watching the younger boy slowly slip away deeper into his white sheets.

Jimin shakes his head at his past self and slings his legs over the side of the bed, only slightly shaken to see he was wearing nothing other than his baggy t-shirt and underwear. It hurts, he'll admit, to stand and he leans forward to grip onto his bed table in support. The pain felt bearable once he was finally standing, and he creeps towards the window in wonder of why it was so sunny at the moment.

He glances down at the clock and notices the late time, his eyebrows furrow for a quick second as he questions why Grandma Park would ever let him sleep in,  but he recalls she usually doesn't mind on the weekends.

He stretches his arms hesitantly, worried that moving anything other than his legs will cause the pain to grow uncomfortable yet again, but gladly it doesn't trigger anything. His shirt rises to expose his lower stomach and his eyes widen at the sight of purple and green marks littering around his hips.

He quickly slips out of sight of the window, suddenly cautious of his neighbors, but the action only causes the sting to return. Typically he'd curse in pain, but he's too distracted by the bruises. Slowly he lifts his shirt and yelps at the sight of them, and he can't help the smile the threatens his lips. They're all markings Yoongi left, and it's almost as if he owns the title as Yoongi's, although he was aware he owned that title long ago, but only know does it ever feel so official and so right.

His eyes only continue to widen as he notice the bruises on his thighs, mostly littering the insides of them.

Jimin quickly stumbles towards the door of his bedroom and out out into the hall, well aware Grandma Park is home but so distracted he lets it slip his mind that she might spot him. She'd never, her bedroom door is closed.

He wobbles to the bathroom and carefully pushes the chipped white door open and closed, his hand resting upon the light switch, which he hesitates to flip. Although the cold tile catches him off guard and he jumps in surprise after accidentally backing to far off the mat. The light switches on in the process, and he almost screams in delight at his reflection.

Bruises linger up and down the left side of his neck, and he recalls the ones under his ear's. Yoongi made a comment about how that must be his favorite spot, that much he recalls. Yet his eyebrows furrow as he only remembers it being Yoongi's lips that had touched his neck and not his hands.

Realization hits him like a hurricane as he slowly raises a hand to his neck where he gently traces circles around the pinkish purple marks.

These markings Yoongi left weren't brusies, but hickeys.

A full blown smile takes over the short boys face as he fumbles for the door handle and light switch determined to find his phone with hopes Yoongi wished him good morning or even pick on him for the amount of hickies he must have begged for last night.

And he gratefully stumbles back into his bedroom and finds himself tearing apart the pile of clothes on his desk chair in search of last nights jeans. He spots the black pair easily and reaches a hand into the back pocket before pulling out his phone.

He clicks the home button, bringing the phone back to life.

He opens it rather quickly and taps on the messages app instantly, but his smile slowly dies away as he realizes he has no messages from the older boy.

He's probably asleep, he tries to tell himself- yet, it bother's him since its already noon, although he instantly snaps at himself- if he slept in the long who's to say Yoongi is or isn't asleep now.

And he carelessly tosses his phone onto his bed before grabbing the first clean outfit he can, and as he makes his way to the shower- part of him still feels irritated and disappointed the older hadn't messaged him yet.

He scolds himself, insisting that he's being obsessive and caring for no reason at all, and he grumbles as he turns the shower on before backing away and stripping out of his clothes.

Jimin catches sights of himself one again in the mirror, and a long sigh escapes his lips as he glares at his own reflection and the hickeys that consume him. A thought creeps into his mind, and it's one that scares him deeply-

He can't even tell if he's more frustrated with Yoongi or himself anymore.

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buckle up, it's about be a very bumpy ride

also

i love this chapter but sorry guys, i know last chapter was like leading up to smut but- but i can't bring myself to write that. so instead i followed the song lyrics and sort of just implied that they had car sex. sorry i know that's disappointing, but the rest of this book is about to be very disappointing because i couldn't find the motivation to write it awhile ago, but now I'm back and confused as to where i'm taking it.

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