Bite me if you can || Yoonmin

Chapter 40

Yoongi P.O.V
What was I suppose to do? Right here, right now, like this, I couldn't help but smile. I watched as jimins chest rised and fell, how his mouth hung open ever so slightly while his damp hair fell all over his glistening forehead.

He looked beautiful.

I found myself shuffling towards my clothes that had been scattered across the floor like art work, pulling Jimins shorts I'd stolen over my pale legs before letting my shirt hang loosely against my shoulders. I just stood there in the middle of the room, watching Jimins now unconscious body curling itself up into a small ball.

The room was silent, the only noise that filled my ears was the beating of my heart, like a lullaby, making every muscle in my body relax. So this is what it felt like. A constant anxious feeling that never left the pit of your stomach, the unsteady nerves and panicked need to constantly protect and care, like a stomach turning sick feeling that built up, making every inch of you hot but cold all at the same time. Like you could cry; this was love.

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'Urgh'

To say I was frustrated was an understatement. It had been a week, one whole week since I'd seen jimin or anyone for that matter. If I was being honest I was just trying to avoid everyone, why you ask? Because realizing you're in love with someone is scary, but thinking they might not even feel the same is even scarier and that, that I wasn't prepared for.

Yet here I was sat crossed legged in my Superman pjs on my bed at 3am googling restaurants because for some reason I'd agreed to ask him on a date, if he said no then I'd just hide in a hole forever. This was a stupid plan, I knew that but I couldn't seem to stop myself from doing it, one part of me needed to know how he felt and the other was to scared to ask so it came down to this.

I let my body roll back, my head hitting the soft pillow behind me as I outreached my hands towards the ceiling, letting my eyes trail over my slim fingers. An odd sensation burning in my stomach as a shiver ran down my spine at the though of Jimins chubby ones being interlocked with mine.

God what was wrong with me.

Jimins P.O.V
I found myself blinking several times as I watched the letterbox flap close, my teeth subconsciously biting into the straw I had pressed between my lips.
I swallowed the mouthful of blood I had harshly as I pushed myself from the dining room chair, my baggy top loosely hanging just above my knees.

I never got mail, not really and the mail I did get was always in white envelopes so I couldn't help but be a little shocked and wary as I caught sight of a pink envelop out the corner of my eye. I let my hand trace over it as I knelt my body down, sitting with my back practically against my door, the baby pink color causing a small smile to play on my lips as I let my fingers trail over it.

I wasn't sure who or what I thought this was, a letter from Santa or maybe even someone else's post that had accidentally been sent to my address. But as I turned the small object in my hands, my name written Cutely across the front and the fact there was no address on it made me soon realize this was clearly for me and from someone who knew where I lived.

I know it seemed like an odd thing to be nervous over, something so small and pathetic but the constant worry that he'd found me always lingered around me and made me wary of even the smallest things; this being one.

I finally managed to bring myself to open the cute envelope in my hands, sliding the folded piece of paper out. I couldn't stop the huge smile that found its way to my face as confetti fell all over my legs and floor, cute little hearts and stars, some random smiley face ones as well as one that I thought resembled a dog but I couldn't really tell.

What even is this.

My eyes scanned across the content of the paper as I held it between my fingers, them widening every once and a while as I let the words that were wrote linger in my head. My hands had become slightly sweaty, my brain turning into mush the more I let my eyes wonder across the words.

'Dear Jimin,
                     I'm not actually sure what I'm suppose to write or how to be honest, do people even write letters to people anymore?
      I know this seems very old fashion and probably the lamest thing you've ever seen but tomorrow night, at 8pm will you meet me outside the cafe? If you don't want to that's totally fine, I understand that going on a date with me might not be what you want to do! That's fine, I'll understand, but I wanted to ask and you know...
   God I'm rambling aren't I? I'm sorry, just think about it? I hope I see you tomorrow night, sleep well beautiful!
         Yoongi'

I found myself grouping the thin paper, my smile was becoming uncomfortable as I stared wide eyed. He was asking me? On a date? I wasn't sure if I was nervous or excited as my heart practically ripped from my chest. I let my body slump to the floor, back flat and arms spread as an eruption of giggles left my lips.

A date.