Butterfly

12. The Kiss

I'm a wreck. A complete, utter nervous wreck.

Damn it, Park Jimin.

I thumb through the shirts in my closet, unable to stop thinking about him, about the way he pressed me back against his door, his lips on my skin. I close my eyes for a minute, the memory making me slightly giddy, then open my eyes, going through the shirts with a vengeance.

I finally decide on a thin light pink, low-cut long sleeve shirt with a sweetheart neckline, cut well enough to subtly draw attention to my chest, and a pair of light jeans. I check the time: nine-fifteen.

Turning back to the mirror, I pull back my hair, pulling out a few pieces to frame my face, then slip my phone into my pocket, making my way to the front door.

I walk slowly up to the roof, not wanting to seem hurried, and I push open the door, my heartbeat in my throat. Jimin's sitting on the edge, where he always is, and I let the door fall closed behind me so he turns, meeting my eyes.

I sit down next to him, closer than normal, and he flashes me a grin, his eyes sweeping over my clothing, lingering on the neckline of my shirt. "All dressed up for me?"

A grin tugs at the corners of my lips. "No, I always dress like this to sit on the edge of a roof."

"You look good."

I smile a little, looking down. "Thanks."

Jimin nods and we're silent for a minute, then he picks up a bag next to him, turning to flash me a grin. "Chicken?"

I can't help my laugh. "You ordered chicken?"

He raises an eyebrow. "Fine, I'll eat it myself."

"No, I'm sorry."

Jimin grins at me, opening the box, setting it between us. "Beer?"

"Pretty sure that's illegal and stupid, since you're underage and we're currently sitting on the edge of a building."

He chuckles, popping open a can, taking a sip. "Not sure if I can say what I want to without at least one, sweetheart."

I take a piece of chicken, taking a small bite, the spice surprising. "What kind is this?"

"Spicy honey. Good?"

"Yeah."

Jimin watches me eat, just drinking his beer, and I catch him watching me, flushing. "Don't do that."

"Why not?" He raises an eyebrow, a slight smirk pulling at his lips.

"...Because."

Jimin chuckles lightly. "Because."

I tilt my chin up. "Yes."

We're quiet, then Jimin turns to face me. "I'm going to be honest with you."

I blink, nodding. "Yeah?"

Jimin holds my gaze, his eyes more real than I've ever seen them. "I suck at relationships."

I tilt my head, not sure where he's going with this.

"But I also like you. A shit ton, damn it."

I can't help my laugh, and his eyes crinkle slightly too.

"I'm pretty fucked up, too. You don't even know half of it right now."

I shrug a little, searching his eyes for that realness, now hidden by his protective walls. "You've seen my life."

He nods slightly.

I stare into his eyes, searching them, losing myself in their depths. The corner of Jimin's lips curls up, and he leans forward slightly, then gets to his feet, balancing on the wall again, offering me his hand. I don't hesitate this time, taking his soft, warm hand, letting him pull me gently to stand with him on the edge of the ten-story drop.

Jimin lets go of my hand, moving to wrap his arms around me from behind just like the first time, his teeth brushing my earlobe.

I turn in his arms hesitantly, so he's holding me to his chest, my hands coming up to rest on his shoulders, meeting his eyes, and I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Are you going to kiss me yet?"

Jimin chuckles lightly, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. "Impatient?"

"No."

I barely murmur the word before his lips touch mine, and my eyes close, and at first it's slow and tentative as our mouths fit to one another, then Jimin's tongue slips into my mouth and I let out a soft gasp, pressing closer to him, my hands moving to run over his shoulders, feeling the muscles move as he pulls me closer.

This is no polite kiss. This is no first date kiss. God, this is so Jimin, his tongue exploring my mouth as his hands run over my sides, tracing my figure, and I let out a soft sound against his lips before he pulls away, swaying slightly, and I'm reminded of the fact that we're on a ledge, ten stories off the ground.

Jimin runs his hand through his hair, leaving it messy, then meets my eyes as he jumps down, reaching up to take my waist in his hands, lifting me down, that dancer/swimmer's body benefitting him. I let out a breath, shaky, and my eyes fall on the blanket spread out on the ground by Jimin's feet, looking up at him again.

"You did not - "

"Shh." He shuts me up by kissing me, hard, and my breathing quickens, barely noticing as he pulls me with him to sit on the blanket, barely pulling away only to press more kisses to my lips, tingly and gentle and not at all chaste. I can't help my grin, the lightness of my head as his hand runs over my side, coming up to tangle in my hair as his teeth catch my bottom lip and I let out a small sound of surprise at the feeling.

Jimin pulls away, smirking slightly, meeting my eyes. "Are you enjoying this?"

"No," I breathe before catching his mouth with mine again, the feeling unreal, knotting my fingers in his hair. His tongue darts in and out of my mouth, making my let out a soft noise, and I can feel his smirk against my lips as he presses closer, pulling me into his lap, his kisses moving from my lips to my jaw, trailing down my neck, and I can't breathe, leaning my head back, just enjoying the feel of his lips on my collarbone.

"You smell so amazing," he breathes the words against my skin and a smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I run my fingers over his back, the soft sound he lets out making me do it again, feeling his vulnerability under my touch.

Finally his kisses slow, and he pulls away, grinning at my tousled expression. "What, never made out before?"

I flush, running my fingers through his hair. "You don't look that composed yourself."

Jimin presses another kiss to my lips as he laughs softly, and he stands, pulling me to stand with him. "Your sister will be home soon."

I reach up to press a kiss to his jaw, my tongue tentatively flicking out to taste his skin, and he lets out a low sound. "Babygirl, don't play with me."

I grin against his skin, pulling away. "Night."

He holds my waist, pulling me against him again. "What, no goodnight kiss?"

"Ah, I only give good night kisses to dates." I can't help grinning at Jimin's expression and he rolls his eyes, not letting go.

"This doesn't count?"

"Making out on the rooftop is no date."

"I bought chicken and beer."

I laugh slightly, and I reach up, pressing a short kiss to his lips. "Don't pout."

"I'm not." Jimin lets go of my waist and I chuckle.

"Yeah, right."

"Just get out of here."

I laugh at him. "See you in the morning."