chapter fourteen

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I wish someone loved me like yoongi loves jimin.

jimin pov

I waited outside the place for yoongi until he finally arrived.

he looked hot as fuck. as usual.

wearing just a basic black t-shirt tucked into some dark skinny jeans, damn. im whipped.

making me feel like a piece of leftover breakfast but who cares?

i ran towards him and kissed his cheek. i intertwined our hands. "hello love."
"hi jiminie." he kissed my lips quickly.

we walked into the restaurant and sat down to wait for our waiter or waitress.

"so you still bummed about your birthday? it's in like a week..." "of course I am! you won't be there so i might as well cry." yoongi gasped and kissed my cheeks multiple times and i blushed furiously. "don't cry over me baby. your mom is coming to spend time with you. aren't you happy?"

i shook my head silently. "why aren't you happy?" "because there's so much i want to be able to tell her and i can't, yoongi. she doesn't know i like boys." "i know you're sad she can't meet me as your boyfriend and be happy but still, be happy she's there with you for now. appreciate it."

i awwww-ed at yoongi and leaned on his shoulder. we ordered our food and ate until it was time to leave.

"yoongi please stay with me tonight." i whispered on the way to my apartment. "let's head to my place baby. my parents aren't home." he nudged my shoulder and i giggled.

we arrived at yoongi's house and he lead me into the large home. it was almost like a mansion. he led me inside and up the stairs into a dark room with just a small lamp on. he held my hand until we made it inside. he quietly shut and locked the door.

"okay." he breathed. i sat on his bed and waited for him. he started to take of his shirt and I couldn't help but stare, especially when he was left in just boxers and i was blushing like crazy. he put on night shorts and then looked at me with a smirk. "i know you were staring."

i looked away. "no ..." "don't even lie! that not fair." "what's not fair?" I asked and tilted my head. he sat next to me and wrapped his arms around my upper body. "you saw me but i've yet to see you..."

i looked at him with a surprised look on my face, but i knew he'd never leave me alone about it.

i got up and slowly stripped down just to my boxers as he 'ooh-ed' and ahh-ed' , then he threw one of his large shirts at me, startling me.

"stop scaring me like that meanie!" he laughed at my insults. i slipped the shirt over my head and walked into his bathroom to brush through me ratty hair. he walked in and snaked his arms around my waist before kissing my head a million times.

i finished brushing my hair and finished washing up with him. i finally turned around and stared into his dark eyes.

he looked hella fine at this time of night. his hair was messy in a hot as fuck way. i placed my hands on his chest and placed my lips onto his.

it all started off innocent.

yoongi pulled me back into his room and pinned me to his bed as we made out. I threw my arms around his neck and he ran his hand up my shirt and eventually pulled it over my head.

i was topless and shaking as he laid down on the bed and pulled away. we gazed at eachother for a while until he put his hand on my cheek.

"you're so beautiful." he complimented. "thank you." i replied shyly, covering my chest with my arms because i was embarrassed.

"don't blush it makes you cuter and if you look cuter than it's easier to make out and making out sometimes lead to, well..." yoongi said and i hit his arm. "oh shut up."

"but i love you." he smiled softly at me. "then show me." "are we really about to start thus again." "ye-"

yoongi pulled me towards him and pressed our lips together and i melted into his arms. he disconnected our lips and started kissing my neck and leaving hickies.

this was a new sensation i hadn't felt, which explains what happened next.

i moaned loudly.

we both pulled back.

"what was that?" yoongi asked. i covered my face so he couldn't tell i was blushing. "oh my god...." i mumbled. "i asked a question mister park." i sighed. "i fucking moaned okay?" he smirked. "can you do that again or-" "oh my god go to sleep."

he threw the blanket over us and held me close and i felt safe in his embrace. i felt happy.

with yoongi.

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