You Were My Love

Scene 71 - Call

What was wrong with showers?

It was always when Hae Wong was in the bathroom that it all happened.

So was it like there was this special curse that made it all occur while Hae Wong was washing?

Even though his prince's phone was on the mute mode, Jimin's sensitive lonely sleep was disturbed by the vibrations of the cellular, which rattled on the bedside table, just near the dancer's head.

He raised his face to try and read the caller's ID, but the phone stopped before he got enough energy to sit up and have a better look at the screen.

Last day and last night had been so perfect.

Why couldn't that morning be perfect too? he internally whined hazily as his mind was trying to clear up the sleep's clouds.

He smiled to himself as he remembered the last instant they shared before drifting off to sleep in each other's arms.

He looked fondly at the square box that stood near the phone on the nightstand and reminisced that other perfect moment from the previous day.

He though back on this whole flawless day together in the various parks and lovely places.

Remembered when they had gone back to the hotel and had had a perfect intimate love moment.

He blushed as his body tingled with the echoes of the former moments of burning desire and mind-blowing sex.

A wave of soft heat spread through him and warmed his chest and lover half as he recalled his man's touches over his skin... The way he caressed him so softly, so blissfully ... Their hot, wet kisses... Their moans and groans and screams ... Their breathless thrusts and the final hectic moves when they both reached their high...

Perfect harmony.

Then he remembered when they were cuddling each other so tenderly, and their fingers were grazing their skin.

Hae Wong was tracing over the love bites and hickeys he had left on him.

Jimin's own fingers rose in a ghost move of the previous ones as he traced the pretty marks he actually was fond of.

He liked being claimed.

He loved the way Hae Wong was so possessive about him.

It made him feel loved in the best way.

Because he felt desired. Wanted. Cherished. He felt precious. Important in the eyes of his man.

He felt protected and cared for.

His memory flashed another priceless instant.

When the elder's fingers grazed over the skin of his belly, Jimin moved uncomfortably and the other one felt it.

"What is it, honey?" the latter asked.

"I ... I ate too much today..." he pouted.

Hae Wong immediately rose a little in worry.

"Are you feeling sick?" he fretted in a frown.

"No, I'm fine, it's just ..." he started but soon paused.

"Just?" the blonde inquired supportively.

"I ... I won't be able to fit in those tight jeans you like if I put on weight..." he looked down in shame.

Hae Wong swiftly cupped his face in his hand and ordered him simply :

"Look at me, sweetie..."

And as soon as Jimin had done so, he went on.