𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐄, park jimin ✓

| too much |

You were late to 

lunch today,

and I held my tray in middle of the sea

of tables,

tipping my toes while I searched for you.

When a girl suddenly grabbed the 

collar of my shirt,

pulling it down, revealing the hickey you had left

on my skin.

The cafeteria roared with laughter,

and angry shouts,

none of them in my favor.

"Who gave her that?"

"Who would want to give her that?"

"Let's be honest, she probably gave it to herself, trying to act like she's wanted."

"She must have cheated on Jimin, because he's not so low as to sleep with that thing."

Hot tears burned in my eyes,

and I was suddenly yanked back, falling against your chest.

You were fuming, face flushed with anger

but although you were angry,

the hand that encircled my waist was gentle.

You announced that you was the one who put it there,

because you loved me,

 and you always will,

and you dared anyone to suggest otherwise

with the fire in your eyes.

Jimin,

you made me almost want to stay.