Love

Seventeen || Five O'clock

A/N: that's the cutest gif I've ever seen oh my god

"Hi," I say breathlessly. 

"Hi," Ada replies, equally breathy. "Come on in." 

I step through the door and into her beautifully styled apartment. 

"Wow. It looks so good in here." She takes my jacket off of my shoulders and hangs it on the pretty coat rack. 

"Thank you," she says with a smile. "It took for years of design school to get it like this. I think interior design may be the smartest career path out there." She raises her brow at me in challenge. 

"I don't know," I counter, a teasing lilt to my voice. "I studied graphic design and I quite like my job. Well," I scoff, "I like my job, not necessarily everyone there." 

"I can totally understand that," she says. "My first assistant was always really snappy with me and disrespectful." She rolls her eyes. "She once spilled a whole pot of coffee on me." 

I scoff. "Some people really know how to run you wild." 

She takes my hand gently and leads me to sit on her couch. "Yes, but thank God that's in the past now." 

We plop down on the soft grey cushions beside each other and I look around at her well organized living room. 

"It's so cute in here," I say. "I like the yellow and grey thing." My hand brushes over a yellow throw pillow and I smile. 

"I thought it was really cheery. It's hard to live alone sometimes, so I needed something to make me smile on the bad days." 

I look over at her, smiling softly at the glass coffee table. There's a sadness behind her eyes that weighs on my heart. I move closer to her and place my arm around her shoulder. Her eyes drift up to meet mine and I soften beneath her gaze. 

"Well now, you don't have to be sad or lonely," I say softly. I smile at her and she squeezes my hand which still holds hers. 

She leans forward and takes my lips in between the softness of her own. I feel myself blush and my arm tightens around her, bringing her body closer to mine. 

When her hands lift to rest on my chest, I pull away and look into her deep brown eyes. 

"You're so beautiful," I say simply. 

Ada smiles, her cheeks turning a soft shade of pink as she drops her eyes from mine. I brush my nose affectionately against hers as my smile begins to take over my face. 

And I just simply look at her. 

In a second, my worldview shifts. The gentleness of her smile stirs my lonely heart and I feel a connection between us, deeper than the one we had from the night before. We're both alone here. No matter how many friends I surround myself with, no matter how much I dig myself into my work, I'm still alone at the end of the day. There's no purpose to anything I do, besides the fact that I like my job. My life has always consisted of existence, never purpose. 

Ada makes me feel like I have a purpose. I'm here to make her smile. She's lonely. Right now, in this moment, I exist to fill the loneliness inside her just like she fills mine. At this moment in our lives, we exist for each other. 

My thoughts change again, realizing I want this. I want to feel needed by someone. I enjoy the feeling of being wanted and someone else wanting me. I want someone to depend on me. 

I push myself across the tiny distance between us and mould my lips to fit perfectly with hers. Our lips fit like two puzzle pieces, locking so perfectly it's like we were made to kiss. I lace my hands into her long, black hair and gently pull, deepening the kiss. She lets out a tiny moan when our tongues collide which makes my heartbeat pound in my chest. Her hands slide up from their place on my hips to rest on my chest. She giggles lightly before pulling away and I move down to kiss her neck. Her breaths gasp through the room and her fingers trail in my hair as I feel her body start to lean back. 

I never really liked making out with people, not even in a relationship, but Ada's passion is calm. It brings an excitement that I've never encountered or experienced before. I lean over her, kissing her neck gently, while she lays against the arms of the couch. I feel her breath jolt in her throat beneath my lips every few kisses and I smirk against her skin. I suck her skin carefully between my teeth, biting softly so I don't leave any marks, and she whines so quietly I almost don't hear it. 

"J-Jimin—" 

The doorbell rings loudly, interrupting whatever she was going to say and we both freeze. 

I pull away from her neck and look up into her eyes. 

"I forgot," she whispers. "I ordered the food right before you got here." 

I smile and giggle lightly. I peck her lips quickly and sit up, allowing her to answer to door. Her fingers run through her hair, over her lips, straightening her shirt and rubbing the places on her neck I kissed. I swallow and bite my lip to hide my smile. Apparently I wasn't as careful as I thought when pulling her delicate skin between my teeth. 

Oop Jimin—

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