Suite 114 • P.jm • [[ON HIATUS]]

Chapter 19

Time passes in the comfort of his arms. Not fast. Not slow. But as it should.

I dozed off almost immediately after we collapsed into my cloud of pillows and blankets, but eventually wake up from the chilled night air wafting across my upper body.

With the help of the soft sound of his breathing, I relax further into the man beside me, curling myself around his frame and draping my leg over his thighs.

With his head turned up and eyes closed in comfortable sleepy silence, I count the beautiful blemishes scattered across the expanse of his neck, committing every detail of them to memory. The photos I used to gawk over online in no way compare to the creamy skin a breaths length in front of me. Fine hair tickles my fingers as they graze over a particular spot that my lips ache to touch.

Jimin's bare chest expands under my arm and I tilt my head up further to watch his mouth open wide to release a loud yawn that vibrates his whole body. Smiling, I pull myself up to press my lips against the patch of skin I've been staring at for God knows how long.

My bed creaks as his body twists to mirror mine.

"You're still awake?" He asks hoarsely, positioning his face closer to mine on the pillow. I feel his soft fingers play with the skin at my waist, pinching and subsequently rubbing as if apologizing to the abused skin. Not that it hurts, if anything it feels extremely relaxing, more so knowing whose hands are doing it.

"I don't want to sleep right now," I reply.

He kisses my forehead and drags his lips down my temple to press another into the fullness of my red cheeks.

He giggles and mumbles against my cheek, "When will you stop blushing around me?"

My neck feels ticklish suddenly and my shoulder cringes upwards against him, "Whenever you stop kissing me so much."

His torso lifts off of the bed, his hands pressed on either side of me to hold his weight above mine, "Oh, so should I stop kissing you then?"

In the most playful way I can, I roll my eyes at his absurdity, "Of course not," I lift up, aiming for his pouty lips but end up kissing his cheek instead when he turns his head abruptly.

"Uh uh. No more kisses for you," his own cheeks redden as he smiles down at me and sits back on his knees.

"Nooooo," I whine like the child I am and pounce at him. With more ease and agility than a human should even have, he slips off of the bed in one quick movement, leaving me to face plant into the sheets where his body just was, "Jimin!"

His loud chuckle echoes loudly off of my bedroom walls, "I like when you're whiny," falling to his knees gracefully next to the bed, he places his palms on either side of my head and lifts my face to his, "I guess if you need my kisses that bad then...."

I grab the hair at the nape of his neck and pull him into my waiting lips. He smirks and giggles into my mouth at first, but I persist on, swiping my tongue against his full lips to let him know exactly what I want. I know the exact moment the switch in his brain flips, as he grasps my underarms and pulls me off of the bed.

Knowing that I can trust him to catch me, I withhold the yelp in my throat and barrel on with my tongue until his lips part and mine grazes against his in fervor. With my hips now settled in his lap and my knees pressed against the floor, I subtly grind into the hardness I feel growing beneath me.

"This-" he tries to pull away to speak but I tilt my head and press my mouth tighter against his.

I had absolutely no intention of having sex with him again, but feeling him press into my naked bottom spreads fire through my limbs again and I'm weak to resist what my body wants. Even if it just got it's fill not even an hour ago. If I didn't know he was hard and almost beckoning underneath me, I wouldn't dare be as brash as I'm about to be any moment.