ʙᴛꜱ ᴀᴍʙᴡ ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ, ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ | ʙᴛꜱ x ᴏᴄ

~The one where he makes love to her (PJM)~

Hazel quickly unlocks the front door to her and Jimin's shared apartment. She was beyond exhausted from a long day at work. She was more worn than usual, and coming home to her empty home wasn't making her feel any better.

That ache in her chest found its place again, typically it can only be satiated by keeping herself busy. It was why she's been working as late as possible ever since Jimin had to leave for tour. Several months worth of over time, sore feet, and an aching heart were enough to make anyone numb.

Ache was all Hazel felt, and she tried to ignore it. Though that longing persisted, blooming in her chest and stretching across her whole body. It weighed her shoulders down when she could no longer fake her happiness out in the world.

The house was dark, as usual, blue hues of moonlight kissing every exposed surface, the rest consumed by shadows. She tosses her keys into the nearby bowl reserved for them, trying to maintain her composure until she could at least make it to their bedroom. Briskly she passed by the nurtured dozen of soft pink roses he'd gotten her for Valentine's Day in his absence, though it's been several months since the holiday, she still kept the roses in just as good condition as when she got them. She trudges through their large and empty home, the large bed in their room would be just as empty as it was when Jimin had left it.

She couldn't make herself sleep in that bed anymore, not since he left. It was just too much of a sharp dagger to her heart, knowing that he wasn't present to make her feel better and having to wake up and face the reality of him never being there at all. She's had enough sleepless nights to vow not to so much as put her head near his pillow so long as he wasn't there to occupy it. Nothing embodied his warmth anymore.

Hazel slips her heels off, wincing as her stocking-clad toes met the cold surface of their smooth floors. She limps over to the bathroom to shower, intending to grab her pillow from bed and sleep on the love seat afterwards.

Hazel did her usual nightly routine, reminded of how lonely it was to be doing it on her own. Jimin's cabinet was vacant of his toiletries, still. She stopped counting the days until his return, because it was never on the right day, always later than promised. She would make herself miserable sitting and waiting for him like a teenager until school is out, or a kid waiting for Christmas.

She opened the bathroom door, stopping in her tracks. The bedroom had been dark when she left it, though now it was glowing with a warm and inviting candle light. Hazel furrows her brows, not daring to move. She wasn't sure what kind of intruder would dare go through all this effort, but her anxiety had her considerably on edge.

She looks at the foot of their bed, on the floor surrounding it were soft pink rose petals, scattered intricately across the floor. Hazel clutches her robe, hugging herself uneasily.

She was speechless, to say the least, trying to make sense of the surprise. The door opened suddenly, and she bit back a startled gasp. The warm candle light kissed his face, and he put on his charming smile.

Hazel felt her eyes getting teary, she didn't want to be emotional, but he was gone for ten months, and she wasn't expecting to see him in person for another three. She covers her mouth to mask her embarrassing expression, sniffling as she quickly shuffles into his arms.

Jimin wraps his arms around her, cooing as she buried her face into his neck, still sniffling. "Hey, baby," he greeted in English, chuckling as he regains his balance, Hazel having rushed so quickly to him that he could hardly prepare for the impact. She was gentle though, she always was.

She sniffles into him, wrapping her arms around his neck and squeezing him tightly. Jimin's heart melts, he figured she'd be emotional, but she was full-on crying. She hasn't hugged him this hard ever. "Aw, Button," he cooed sympathetically, rubbing her back soothingly.