Ugly yet Beautiful || Jikook

Chapter 39

Jimin P.O.V
"I"
"Like"
"You"
"Jimin"

Each word rang in my ears over and over again. My breathing instantly stopped, my lungs gasping for air as I just lay there, blank faced and confused.

"I..."

I tried to pry my lips open, I tried to force something out my mouth, anything out my mouth but the suffocating feeling that creeped over me as my heart beat rapidly against my chest was making it hard for me to make a sound never mind find a response.

Junkooks eyes stayed locked on my face, flickering around every once and a while as if he was searching for something.

I couldn't bring myself to swallow the hard lump that hard formed in my throat as I watched his face drop, his head lowering a little to shift his eye contact from me.

I found myself following my instincts. My heart still rapidly beating against my chest but my lungs had once again filled with air as I dragged my right hand up to his chin; my index and thumb lifting his eyes back to mine. I wanted him to know how I felt, I wanted to scream at him how my heart felt like it was about to rip from my chest, how sweaty my hands were getting as his words danced around my ears. I wanted him to know I felt the same but my words were failing me once again.

So I did the only thing I new to do. I let my hand work it's was up his face, my thumb grazing against the soft skin of his cheek while I used my left arm to lift me slightly, our faces now miller-meters apart.

Jungkook P.O.V
For the first time in a very long time I felt small. Small and helpless as jimin just lay there under me, staring at me emotionless.

I could feel the corners off my eyes fill with tears as I choked back a small cry that had begun to work it's way up my throat. I new this would happen, I knew I'd go and do something stupid and embarrass myself. I knew it was a stupid idea to let it get this far, so why, why couldn't I stop myself from feeling like this, why couldn't I hold those words back.

He clearly doesn't feel the same.

Then suddenly my heart stopped, Jimins small soft fingers pinching my chin to force my eyes to meet his. A lump formed in my throat as his thumb made it's way to my cheek before he began to stroke my now pink skin. Everything was silent for a minuet, his eyes just staring back at mine as we stayed in this awkward position.

Then I died.

My eyes widened in shock as jimins body moved towards mine, his breath fanning against my lips only just long enough for me to notice the colour of his cheek tint the lightest shade of pink before I was complete overwhelmed with the taste of strawberries.

His small lips pressed firmly into mine, the soft skin feeling like pillows as they molded themselves to me. I wasn't sure what to do or say, did I kiss him back? Push away? Why would I push him away? Why was he even kissing me? So many things ran through my head that at some point I'd clearly just let my body take over.

I found myself pulling back, both my arms snacking under his to keep his body and lips flushed to mine.

I was now sat on my legs while jimin was sat in-between. My hands making their way to his face as as I cupped his cheeks and deepened the kiss. I didn't want to let go, I didn't want to stop, I didn't want to open my eyes because this, this right now felt so real, so perfect that I couldn't let it end.

'He really does taste good'