Butterfly

29. The End

"Hey."

I glance up at the soft voice in the doorway, a smile pulling at my lips at Jimin's wet hair, his loose white T-shirt, his jeans riding low on his hips with no belt. I straighten up from the box I'm taping, pushing my hair out of my face.

"Good shower?"

"Mm, it would have been better if you'd joined me." He scrubs at his damp hair with his towel, grinning at me, and I roll my eyes.

"How am I supposed to deal with you 24/7?"

He chuckles lightly, brushing a kiss to my temple, gently squeezing my waist as he pulls me against him.

"You all packed?"

I nod, lacing my fingers behind his neck, gently tangling them in the silky hair at the nape. "As I'll ever be."

He smiles, gently pressing his lips to mine, kissing me softly, pulling away to rest his forehead on mine, his voice soft. "Anything you want to do before we leave tomorrow?"

I shrug, smiling at him. "Mm, not really." I turn to glance at my empty room and he wraps his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder. "It's so weird, already moving again."

"Well, you've lived here for half a year," Jimin points out, nuzzling his face into my neck, his voice muffled. "So it's not that short a time."

"True."

I let him kiss my neck, my hand moving to gently run through his hair, and he smiles against my skin, playfully trailing kisses up my neck until he tugs at my earlobe gently with his teeth. I giggle slightly, pushing him off, and he chuckles, nuzzling my cheek with his nose.

"Let's go up to the roof."

He pulls away, his eyebrows knit. "The roof?"

"Yup." I turn to face him, taking his hand. "It's where all this started, wasn't it?"

"I mean...if you think so."

I laugh, tilting my head. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I think this started with your angry outburst by Sandra's car when I was trying to help carry in boxes," he says, grinning as I flush. "Or wait, maybe it was after the laundry incident. A girl punching you in the stomach with a wet shirt, all the while pretending not to check you out, I mean it really shows you're meant to be together, you know?"

I punch his arm and he laughs, hurrying out into the hall, out of my reach. I dart after him, laughing, shaking my head. "You're such a jerk, you know that?"

He grins, slipping out of the apartment, and I run after him, following him into the stairwell, laughing as he pretends to be terrified as I close in on him. Jimin finally stops running, out of breath from laughing, and he paused a flight of stairs above me, grinning as I catch up. I narrow my eyes at him threateningly and he closes the few places between us, wrapping his arms around me, holding me tightly in place.

I struggle, laughing, unable to his his chest with my arms pinned at my side, and he grins, his face brighter than I've seen it since he got here. I finally give in, wrapping my arms around him, pressing a kiss to his lips, and he grins, responding so enthusiastically I almost lose my balance, being on the step below him.

Finally I push Jimin off, laughing at him, and he takes my hand, grinning at me as he laces our fingers together.

"Love you."

"You're a problem," I tell him, shaking my head, and he grins, a mischevious look in his eyes before he starts up the stairs again, pulling me after him.

He holds open the door to the rooftop, and I follow him into the chilly March air, crossing my arms to stop from shivering. Jimin wraps his arms around me from behind, sharing his warmth with me, and I grin a little, leaning on him.

"It's so weird, thinking that all this is happening after we've only known each other for six months."

He shrugs, his voice soft. "I don't think it's weird." He presses a soft kiss to my neck, his lips warm, tongue darting out to taste the skin gently. "I love it. That spontaneity."

I laugh at him. "I didn't even think you knew that word."

"I'm not stupid." I can practically hear his eyeroll, but he grins against my skin.

"Hm."

He pouts. "You're mean."

I grin, shaking my head, and Jimin chuckles lightly, letting go of me, walking over to where he used to smoke, where we sat together, where we stood over the ledge.

Jimin steps up onto the low wall, standing, his outline a stark contrast against the grey sky. He turns to grin at me, his eyes crinkling, and I smile at the way his cheeks dimple, his hair falling in his eyes. "Remember when I almost made you fall?"

"You didn't almost make me fall, I was fine." I accept his hand, stepping up with him, and he grins as I brush his hair out of his face, the wind only blowing it right back into his eyes.

"I did too. Remember, I did this?" He moves behind me, wrapping his arms around me from behind, and I grin.

"That doesn't scare me anymore," I tease and he chuckles lightly, moving to press a soft kiss to the skin just below my ear, trailing down my neck, finally gently pressing his lips against he skin of my collarbone, and I can't stop a slight shiver. Jimin chuckles again, grinning against my skin.

"Found your weak spot."

"We're standing five stories high and all you can think about is how you can catch me off guard?" I grin and he presses another kiss to the spot, making my knees go slightly weak.

"Flirting with death, baby, remember?" I can hear that familiar smirk even without feeling his lips pressed against my collarbone, and I laugh a bit, pulling away from him, turning carefully to face him, taking his face in my hands.

"I'll bet I can make you light-headed."

"Really." He smirks, playful, his eyes bright with happiness. "Tell me how you plan on doing that."

I don't speak, just leaning up to kiss him, slow at first, then increasing the intensity, my tongue slipping out of my mouth to tangle with his, his fingers curling in my hair as I deepen the kiss, pressing closer, my fingers trailing down the back of his neck.

Jimin lets out a soft sound, pressing closer, swaying slightly, and I grin, pulling away, meeting his eyes. "I think you're flustered."

Jimin clears his throat. "I think you're wrong."

"I think you're lying."

"Am I?" He raises an eyebrow and I grin.

"Yes, Park Jimin. You most definitely are."

"Maybe I am," he whispers, his breath barely visible in the air, reminiscent of the smoke that used to always trail from his lips, missing only the scent of the nicotine.

"I knew it."

I rest my arms over his shoulders and he pulls me against his chest, his voice a deep rumble. "I love you," he whispers, the words almost lost in the chilly sir, the wind ruffling our hair.

"I love you too," I whisper back, grinning, resting my head against his shoulder as he presses a kiss to the top of my head, his hand replacing his lips to hold my head against his shoulder, stroking my hair, his other arm wrapped securely around my waist.

I close my eyes, the breeze so cold it's stinging my nose, the traffic below loud and obnoxious.

I don't care one bit as Jimin sways gently with me in his arms, holding me tightly, balanced on the edge of the five story drop, just holding each other if that's all we'll ever have.

Each other.

~

And...it's over.

I know the ending is pretty open, but that's just kind of my writing style. I was going to try and get this to thirty chapters, rather than ending on an uneven number, but I really felt like this was the right place to end this story.

Thanks for reading, loves!