I might cry. But I don't want End to think I'm a crybaby. I've cried enough around him honestly. But I guess I am a crybaby because the minute he pulls me in I can't stop crying.
He made us dinner. He made us meatball sandwiches like I made the day he kissed me. We ate them on my nice dishes and he helped me clean up. He giggled at me when I told him we'd make brownies and when I put an apron over his head. He just smiled softly and asked me what to do.
He wouldn't let me lick the batter, but I tried to anyway. And everytime he caught me, he kissed me. Short kisses that took the taste from my mouth. He put them in the oven while I set the timer and he pulled me into the living room.
He placed a bag in my lap, a gift bag decorated with flowers and glitter. Inside was a grey stuffie. I cooed and pet the soft material.
"Totoro."
"It's for emergencies. If Tae and Guk aren't close, or you just would rather talk to me. You can have a mini Totoro talk, just us. And you can call me or I can come over. Anything you want." He whispered.
There was a frame in the bag as well, I pulled it out and breathed out slowly. "Oh," I managed. "Oh Yoongi."
It was me. He drew me and framed it. It was beautiful.
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That's when he pulled me in. That's when I started crying. I was holding the gifts to my chest and he held me to his, whispering I love you's over and over again.
"Please, never leave me End, please."
End kissed my hair gently, "I promise. I won't go anywhere."
At last, I remembered Yoongi still needed his gift. I jumped up and ran to my room to get the black box.
Yoongi was waiting quietly on the couch, smiling as I walked back in. I put the box in his hands and sat back.
"Happy anniversary, this is for you."
"Jimin, you didn't have to get me anything-"
"Yoongi," I scolded him. "I wanted to."
Blushing, he nodded and opened the box carefully. A soft breath later, he was lifting the delicate chain from its box with slender, cautious fingers.
It was a necklace. Jimin wasn't sure what End would think of it. It was a sterling silver peice, a thin chain, and the charm was an infinity symbol, their true names engraved on the figure.
Yoongi placed it back in the box. "Forever, huh, you must be really set on that." He teased.
Giggling, I nodded. "I do think it sounds nice."
Shaking his head, Yoongi pushed aside their gifts delicately.
"What are you-"
"Hush, I wanna kiss my boyfriend." Yoongi grumbled.
He leaned forward before I could squeak and took my face in his hands, pressing our lips together.
He pulled me into his lap, kissing me softly. His fingers gathered my hair and settled on my waiste. His fingers dipped beneath my shirt hem and held my waist gently, rubbing gentle circles into my skin. I could only hold myself close to him, clinging to his shirt.
Clinging to him like he was the last thing I would ever have, like he was the end.
