omega (✔️)

[93]

[93]

[Jimin]

I closed my eyes and cherished the warm rays from the sun that contrasted with the cool breeze of the wind, giving me the most perfect weather imaginable. I smiled in the wind because, somehow, for the first time in days, I'm happy. My legs swung indifferently from the ledge of the building, thousands and thousands of feet under me.

Although there was a 5% chance that he was going to come, considering the hurtful words he told me that night and how he's getting married today, that 5% gave me hope. It gave me a blossoming feeling of contentment. That everything would be okay.

I sung the song my mother would sing to me and the song I sung to Byeol continuously, my eyes chasing the little, ant-like cars that zoomed down the streets, all of them in a rush. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to immerse into the short song, my skin soaking in the rays. The lyrics that left my lips tasted sweet, leaving a wondrous lingering happiness. I opened my eyes to see the bright city, light reflecting off of glass windows, creating glamorous beams of light heading my way.

If he doesn't come, it's okay.

Because we'll meet again.

In the next life, where maybe we'll both be alphas or both be omegas if Luna would like it that way.

If he doesn't come, it's okay.

Because I'll get to see Byeol and my mom.

Mom is probably combing Byeol's long, nurtured hair with his slender fingers, giving her as much food and sweets as she would like.

My smile widened.

If he doesn't come, it's okay.

I closed my eyes, one or two tears falling as my lashes met my cheeks.

"Jimin,"

Once my name was called, I immediately turned my head around to see a panting Jungkook who was in a black tux.

I whipped my feet off from the ledge and walked towards him, "Jungkook,"

He ran toward me, "Why would you do that?!"

I stopped, my heart in my chest from his expression.

"Why would you do that?!" He yelled again, getting closer and closer to me with every anger stomp.

"I-I knew you wouldn't come if I—" he grabbed my upper arm and pulled me close to him.

His lips met mine and his arms wrapped around my torso, pulling me closer and closer to him. His lips pressed against mine desperately, trying to merge with mine. I moved in a rhythmic motion, following his lead and not even trying to take dominance from his overbearing force.

"Jungkook, I—" I tried to speak out but his lips pushed against mine.

I decided to give up on explaining myself and just continue with this kiss. The force that pulled us together was incredible. My eyes closed to delve into the kiss and my hands wrapped around his neck, eliminating the painful distance between us. I could feel him and I know he could feel me.