Dear Seokjin,
I didn't know where to put my own hands. They were dangling by my sides and I looked like a weirdly broken porcelain doll.
"Look, Jimin," you said. "I don't want you to leave either. But I know you have to. I don't want you having to go home in the dark alone. It really is dangerous around here and I don't want you getting hurt."
I could see the twinkle in your eyes. God, you were even more gorgeous up close.
"But I must say I really like you, Park Jimin. You're awfully charming,"
"I could say the same about you," I grinned. You still had your hands on my cheeks. I bet they were burning just like the sun outside.
Your thumb caressed the side of my face, slowly and gently, as if not to hurt it.
It sent shivers right down my spine.
"I... I just wanted to sa-"
I slammed my hands on your broad shoulders and soon enough, my lips were somehow touching yours. Your hands moved down to my neck and I moved myself to your hospital bed, one leg on either side of your torso.
"It's easier to kiss you when you're not at a weird angle," I justified myself. "I hope you don't mind."
I could feel the heat from your body radiating, and I tried my best not to hurt you. I know you were sick and I didn't want to put any extra weight on you.
"Is this okay?" I asked.
"Of course it's okay."
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Letters From A Purple Shoebox | JinMin
FanfictionJimin never shared his feelings to other people- instead, he'd scribble them down on little pieces of scrap paper that he hid in his purple shoebox. When he realises that he can't keep hiding his feelings for any longer, he finally gets the courage...
