You Were My Love

Scene 65 - Oblivion

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He opened the door to the residence that had been left ajar.

As he went through the hall, he thought of his tender arms.

With a river of his mind-busting caresses, he could drown off all of the pressure...

His cascading soft or wild kisses could wash it all away...

Wash the negative thoughts of the contract away.

That fucking damned contract...

Just thinking of it entailed a rush of fury that fueled up a boost of energy.

He turned away from the elevator and reached the staircase.

He started climbing up, three steps at a time.

This nonsense contract...

He wanted to bury it for ever in his angel's deep loving.

He made his way up the staircase even faster now.

He wanted to drown himself into the oblivion of his touch.

Soon he stepped in front of Jimin's place.

He was so out of breath he was bent in two, his hands leaning on his knees.

He straightened up just enough to be able to raise his arm in his air.

He sharply banged on the door.

He knew he should have called before showing up since it was so late.

Or talked through the door at least to let him know who this was.

But all this had happened without forethought.

And now he was standing on his doormat, he was so heavily panting, just trying to catch enough breath after climbing all those flights of stairs to be able to talk, but so far unable to let out just one word for lack of air.

He thumped the door with his fist again.

He actually had banged so loud Jimin had dropped his book out of surprise and fear.

Who could it be?

He wasn't expecting anyone.

Maybe it was Tae Hyung?

Had something gone wrong – or gone wild during Tae's date with the pale-faced Yoongi?

He left his glasses on his desk then went to the door.

When he was about to reach the handle, he was startled and jumped back – another lour banging now.

He took a glance at the spy-hole before he made his presence known.

He instantly frowned at the sight, which was a collection of not only unusual, but also quite alarming elements.

Jimin's bright mind went through the situation in merely seconds.

Hae Wong wasn't supposed to be here – it was inhabitually early for him to be done with his work.

Besides he wasn't available – or so he had said.

What had happened?

And what was this outfit?

Why was he wearing sweaty sport clothes instead of his usual elegant dress suit?