Mr. Rude| PJM FF

𝕻𝖆𝖌𝖊 18

After Hoseoks funeral, they all headed to the tattoo parlour. Inside, they went into the staff room to talk about some issues.

"Okay, well you guys really need to have a baby and like soon" Taehyung spoke up.
"I suppose, but she dosent have any feelings for me" Jimin reminded.

Namjoon, deep in thought, suggested. "Kiss" he says.

"If you guys kiss, according to my studies on love coursing between angels and demons, it should bring back former feelings you both shared and also, get you guys to reminisce past moments you both cherish secretly" he explains.

The rest nodded their heads in agreement. "We'll leave you guys so, you can you know" Jin said lifting a mourning Yoongi from the couch. sope.

"I don't know if I want to do this, what if it doesn't work" Y/N said sceptical.

"I suppose, but there's only one way to know for a fact.." Jimin says gesturing to what they had to do.

The rest left, shutting the door behind them.

"Okay so, we kiss and-"

Jimin cut her off, taking her hands in his.

"Trust me on this" she nods reluctantly but, intertwined their fingers together.

He sat her down on a chair facing opposite another, he stared deeply into her eyes as she did the same.

The physical contact they shared no longer was a pain and tension. He no longer grew burns up his wrist and she no longer grew bruising on her arm.

Jimin slightly nodded, moving his head towards her as she did the same.

Their heart beats thumped faster and faster as their faces approached each other's. Jimin knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed the inimitable taste of her strawberry pink lips, his vision of the world around him, will ultimately revolve around her and her only. More than it did prior. So he halted, unsure, if he wanted this- this obsessive love he had for her, to strengthen and never falter, even up against the stars. He listened to his heart, mind and soul for a moment longer, before kissing her. At the instant their lips touched, his heart blossomed like a flower and the incarnation of her was complete.

He remembered the sweet, taste of her lips. Her distinct scent of the perfume she always was dressed in.
He remembered the love they shared, the un dying love they treasured for each other.

And that's when he knew he was in love with her. He loved her before,
but that kiss got him in love with her,

all

over

again.

If he were to pull away, would she feel the same? Would she be in love with him, like he was her?

But he stopped his what ifs, and cherished this moment as much as he could, because God only knew,

this could be his last kiss he'd share with her.