Blueberry Muffins

07

seven ~ a love-inspiring sweater

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i would have
walked through fire
to kiss your lips
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Jeon Jeongguk

"It's really nice but I'm not going to buy it," Jimin said, gazing longingly at the baggy, white sweater he was trying on. It had black embroidered flowers and branches, and it was made of soft, warm material. I was sure that it was made just for him, making him look so cuddly as it hung off his small frame. It made me want to wrap my arms around him and never let go.

I restrained myself though, unfortunately.

It was our third date and I'd gotten Jimin to pick what we did since the last two outings had been my ideas. After we met at the coffee shop that first time, about a week later we had gone to the movies, then ended up getting bubble tea and just walking around chatting for almost three hours. It was simple, but I adored every second of it.

Today, he wanted to go shopping, and I had no complaints because honestly, I didn't mind what we did as long as I could be in his company.

Park Jimin was simply amazing to be around. He was smart and witty, with a certain unique charm to him that I had never seen in anyone else before. Plus, he was naturally the cutest, most beautiful person I had ever met in my life. Everything he did was genuine and unfiltered; everything he said was one hundred percent authentic Jimin. It felt refreshing and warm to spend time with him.

"But you look so cute, Chim. Don't you like it?" I asked.

"I love it," he admitted, "but I need to stop spending so much money on clothes. I'm eating through my savings as it is."

I understood the struggles of student life, having had them myself. However, my family always worried about my brother and I having our own place in the city and consequently, they sent money almost every month to make sure we were eating well and keeping warm. Our funds never really got too low.

Maybe it was the fact that I knew I was fine for money, or maybe it was simply because Jimin was the kind of person you would give your four limbs away for just to see smile, but I wanted to spoil him. I wanted to buy him everything he wanted and more.

"Then that settles it, I'm buying it for you," I smiled, getting up from the seat next to him and wandering over to stand behind him.

I saw our reflections in the mirror before us and something in my heart just felt happy at the sight. I wasn't going to lie, we looked good together.

"I'm not letting you do that, Gguk, it's expensive here. I don't need it, it's fine," he grinned at me in the mirror.

"But it looks so good on you," I whined back at him, pouting and resting my head on his shoulder. He blushed and grinned at my reflection, both of us looking at each other.

"I said no," he giggled, getting shy at my touch.

If just resting my head on his shoulder was affecting him, what else could I do? My cheeky self couldn't help but want to explore the possibilities.

"Well, I'm saying yes," I whispered into his ear softly.

Gently, I placed my hands on his small hips and pulled our bodies closer together. I did it slowly, almost lovingly, knowing that Jimin wouldn't be a fan of harsh, powerful movements. At least, not when we were so new to each other. He was a gentle, shy soul who needed nurturing and goddamn, that thought just made me so soft for him.

He was so small. And warm. His back was pressed against my chest and I watched as the cutest smile spread over his beautiful face, though he was silently refusing to look at me now. His gaze was on the wall next to us, then the floor, his feet, anywhere but my face.

"Are you getting shy on me, cutie?" I teased, gazing at him from where my head rested on his shoulder.

"Absolutely not," he blushed, still not meeting my eyes.

"Prove it, look at me."

Jimin pursed his lips and hesitated before turning his head to the side. Our faces were so close that we were almost going cross-eyed. But neither of us looked away.

"Wow," I breathed, staring into those big, gentle eyes.

"What?" The handsome boy asked, glancing down at my lips quickly. Oh, how I wanted to taste those plump little cushions.

"You're even more beautiful up close," I replied, letting my eyes travel over his gorgeous, clear skin. It looked so soft and kissable that it was difficult to keep my lips away from him.

His blush only deepened at my words and the cutest smile presented itself on his face, as though it was the first time in his life that he had been complimented. How had I lived without this angel in my life for so long?

"Stop making me blush," he whined, leaning back into me in protest. Though, he was still smiling as bright as ever.

"Since when do I listen to you, hyung?" I asked.

I fully wrapped my arms around his waist as he leant against my body, and I couldn't deny that I was truly adoring our closeness. He felt so small and delicate in comparison to my larger frame and I loved it. He was perfect.

Jesus, calm it down, Jeongguk.

"Hey, people can change. I believe you could turn yourself into an obedient little dongsaeng if you really tried, Ggukie," he teased, looking up at me.

"Don't innocent guys like you go for the bad boy types though?" I asked. "Ones who wear leather and ride motorbikes, steal the hearts of many only to break them all a few days later without a care in the world?"

Jimin laughed, then scrunched up his face in distaste, "I've never understood the appeal of people like that, plus I think they just exist in books. I want someone with a good heart, a cute, fun personality and maybe a pair of big, beautiful brown eyes that look like the most delicious melted chocolate in the whole world."

He spoke while staring up into my eyes and I swear my heart stopped at the way he was looking at me. Were we having a moment? I didn't know what it was like to have a moment, but something was definitely happening.

"Woah," I remarked, "If you find someone like that you'd better hold onto them, Chim."

He didn't say anything, just kept smiling and looking into my eyes as if I were made of magic dust or something equally as precious. I knew that look because it was exactly how I looked at him. I returned it wholeheartedly.

"Don't think you've distracted me by the way," I smirked, holding the fabric of the jumper that covered his body at his tiny waist, "I'm still buying this for you."

Jimin playfully rolled his eyes and didn't argue with me again. It seemed he already knew that once I had an idea in my head, nothing would stop me going through with it.

"Fine, now get out of here so that I can change."

"Do I have to?" I asked cheekily, holding on to him tighter and trying to appear cute.

"Yes," he giggled, smiling.

"But I could just sit by there, on the stool. I won't say anything, you won't even know I'm there."

"Absolutely not!" He laughed at my antics.

I chuckled and squeezed the small man tight before reluctantly letting go of him and allowing him his privacy. As I waited outside the door thinking about what had just happened, one thing became crystal clear to me; I wanted Park Jimin to be mine.

I needed Park Jimin to be mine.

And then, the cogs in my mind started turning as a plan began to formulate.

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helloooooo, sorry about the wait! my old laptop gave up on me and I had to wait until Christmas for this one. speaking of which, if you celebrate it I hope your Christmas was as merry as possible and you ate lots of yummy food.

thanks for reading! ily, bye for now xoxo