𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝟑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐍

jimin - request

thank you Park_Xianna for requesting, i hope it's ok! tbh i think this is the best thing i have written.

Dear Park Jimin,

I like to think back to when we were but children. How shy and uncomfortable you were back then. With cheeks that always seemed flushed and curls that did a lively dance when you ran. I knew from the moment I met you that I loved you.

How different you are now.

All the softness of a child replaced by sharp edges and chiseled lines. Oh, but a bit of softness does remain. Right here on your lips. That same supple dent above your lip. The tender curve to your smile. If only you knew how simply taken I am with you.

We met the day I turned seven. At the train station, you sat across from me with a small smile. Our toes could hardly touch the floor then. I remember being so very cross with you all the time. How your teasing could get me so hot in the head and set a burning glow to my cheeks.

But there was laughter.

What a shrill chorus we made. Giggling over such naughty things. Cramming our thumbs into an occasional cooling pie on Ms. Darcey's windowsill, using the dumbwaiter as our own personal elevator, yowling at the neighbor's hounds till we had them foaming at the mouth. How gracefully you seemed to evade punishment. With such clumsy, tripping feet, I could never follow so slick a dance. You were always getting me into trouble, but then again, just as easily getting me out of it.

There's something of you in my DNA and it probably codes for all my best features. I only have to think of our childhood days to steal your smile and feel your warmth spreading though my weary heart. I only have to close my eyes to see us on our old street, you in short pants and me in a Sunday dress I was all set to ruin. Do you remember the mud pies and the wars we waged on the ants? Do you remember old Mrs Ellis and her half burnt biscuits we ate like they were going out of style? Do you recall laughing at the back of class until our sides felt like they'd break?

I could meet a million fabulous people, all of them with interesting lives and philanthropic deeds, and not one of them could replace you.

While our childhood days were as blissful as they could get, I do believe that our teenage days were when we started to see each other in a different light.

It was the start of tenth grade when I saw you for the first time after your trip back to Busan. I remember the way you appeared before me, in all your grandeur. Your chiseled jaw lifted with a proud, pleasant smile. Your eyes a sparkling brown, so much like your father's, and your soft feather-like black hair brushed away from your brow.

You were charming and smart. Your voice was that of any rich boy, honeyed and proud despite coming from a family the complete opposite.

Every word you said sounded beautiful.

It hit me at that moment that I hadn't ever thought of you that way. My cheeks heated and my gaze cast down to the floor. It began to bug me, the usual hugs and touches we shared would mean the world to me while I feared it meant nothing for you.

I was pondering about it one afternoon on my doorstep, drawing hearts across the concrete with some chalk. I heard your heavy footsteps before you announced your presence, looking up in confusion. Red faced and slick with sweat, you smiled. I knew you had come from basketball practice but you wouldn't have gotten to my place so quickly if you had walked.

I was going to ask if there was something wrong but you beat me to it, pulling me in for a kiss I never saw coming. To this day, it's the best you've given me. All your feelings and thoughts rushed into me as your soft lips connected awkwardly with mine.

I remember you pulling off breathlessly, looking for any reaction. I pulled you by your shirt for another kiss, mumbling 'I love you' against your lips.

A 'thing', as the children of our age would've called it, is what we became. Some of the best moments of my life are spent with you.

Perhaps that is why they say love is such magic, this gift from the universe, this sweet addiction to the man I was born to find.

For with my twin soul, the only other born in the same flame as I, we are able to bathe one other in warmth and light as easily as we breathe, immune and oblivious to darkness.

Love, Y/N.