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I put my fingers beneath Jimin's chin and lifted it so I could see his face. His bright clear eyes, dark lashes glistening with tears, his creamy tan skin, his plump round lips.

I captured those lips with my own in a bruising kiss. I felt Beginning gasp against my lips and I almost stopped. But Jimin reached up, tangling his fingers in my hair. I could taste our salty tears, feel Jimin tiptoeing to reach me.

I liked being selfish.

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End's fingers caught beneath my chin and pulled me up to face him. He seemed to study me and I studied him right back. Yoongi. The dark brown eyes, black hair curtaining his pale skin. All that made up End.

And Yoongi was kissing me. It took a moment for the shock to dissolve and for me to properly react. And when it did, I threaded my small fingers through Yoongi's hair and pulled myself up against the older. I was breathlessly exhilarated.

Yoongi kissed me. Was kissing me.

I thought my heart would beat out of my chest. My face was burning. I was tempted to draw Yoongi closer, but there was no closer.

Well technically, but we weren't there yet.

I sighed when we pulled apart, more from disappointment.

"Now that would have happened a lot sooner if someone hadn't been so distant." I joked.

"Jimin its alright, don't beat yourself up over it." Yoongi chuckled softly.

Pretending to be affected, I smacked Yoongi's arm.

"Or me!"

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