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Sweet | P.JM

Translation for the korean wording is in the comments next to it!!
Haven't written fluff in a while. Ah, my baby 😭😭😭 I actually miss him so much! This is inspired out of real life emotions, my friends.
Enjoy!

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How long has it been since I saw him? Two weeks? A month?

No. It's been two months.
Dating an idol when you are a normal, non-celebrity, sure had its ups and downs.
At some point, I had contemplated whether or not I was in the right relationship, but every time I saw him, I would mentally slap myself for even allowing myself to doubt.

He was everything. The love of my life.

I sighed, and grabbed my bowl of freshly made popcorn, shoving one or two in my mouth.
I had decided to carry out my plan B that I always did when I missed my boyfriend.
What do you do when you miss him?

1. You watch videos of him!
2. You curse yourself for doing that because you miss him more.
3. You text him saying that you miss him.
4. You curse yourself for being inconsiderate because he's too busy to reply.

I sighed again and watched him and his group sing and dance, performing their latest comeback song. I pulled out my phone and clicked on his contact.

Last message sent was two days ago, but it was barely a text- no, a symbol.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!! Really!!! Might as well just- just distract myself."

I got  up and got ready to do something- anything, probably cook a meal or bake a cake. I needed a distraction to stop thinking about him snd agonize myself, but honestly, nothing was interesting at the moment. I was deep into my thoughts that I even zoned out enough not to hear the door unlock or announce that someone was here— I wasn't aware until I heard his voice.

"아기야, 잠들었 니?"

His voice.
Jimin is here.
I felt tears well up in my eyes when I saw him smiling at me, taking his shoes off and throwing his bag on the floor. He removed his mask hurriedly and took his cap off, then resumed to discard his jacket. His smile never left his face a second.

"Wahhh you're wearing my shirt even now?" He exclaimed playfully while walking towards me, "did you miss me that much? Huh? You missed me didn't you? Right?"

His playful tone and his cheerful smile made my heart flutter. His entire being made me jump in anticipation.

He approached me as he said these words, teasing me about wearing his shirts and missing him. And when he was finally close enough, his arms wrapped around my figure, pulling me so close to him until he held me tightly.

I nuzzled into him, face hidden in his shoulder. I clutched the back of his shirt tightly, forming the material into fists in my grasp.
I felt the tears coming. My bottom lip quivered, and I was pouting as he rocked us sideways. 

"아 많이보고 싶었어..."  he mumbled breathlessly into my hair, kissing my head and slowly going lower until his lips met my neck.

Tears rolled down and slowly made his shirt damp. I whimpered, and he pulled away, surprise written all over his features. I couldn't help but sniffle when he mumbled a tiny 'why' under his breath. His hands cupped my face, using his thumbs to wipe away the tears, but they kept coming and didn't stop even when I was using my own hands to dry my face.

"Why?" He said, "why are you crying?" What happened?"

I waved my hand dismissively, turning around so that he wouldn't see me crying more. I held my head up in an attempt to stop the tears, and placed my hand on my hip.
I had to stop crying. I couldn't make it worse on him when he already has enough on his plate.

"Ara-ya... what's wrong?" He asked, concern lacing from his voice.

"Nothing, nothing." I mumbled, not trusting my voice yet, "Jimi-"

"No," he said, placing his hands on my shoulders and turning me around to face him again, "tell me what's wrong." He demanded softly while he did that thing he does when inspecting my face for answers. His eyes bore deep into mine making me feel all warm and fuzzy. My face broke out into a small smile, "nothing, really. I just-" I paused, taking his hands in mine, noticing him still wear that concerned expression, "I just missed you."

"You're crying because of that?" He asked, and I nodded shyly, still sniffing a little.

Jimin frowned. "I am so sorry Ara—"

"Don't be! Don't be, it's fine, I understand..."

Jimin kept quiet for a second, then sighed.
Way to go. Good job. Now you made him lose his smile, Ara.

"You're here now, so it's okay." I said happily, hugging him again, "don't worry about it. It's just the hormones."  Jimin let pit a breathy, short laugh, "I'm sorry. Really sorry, Ara-ya.."

"Jimin—"

"I should've paid more attention to you. I shouldn't have made you cry..."

"아니야..."

"But you're right. I'm here now." He nodded his head in the direction of the huge bag that was behind him. I looked behind his shoulder, tip-toeing to give myself enough of a push to see over it, and grinned when I realized what that meant.

"Really?"

"웅," he said and grinned.

"Really? For real??" I asked again. I jumped on my toes a little, eager to hear him affirm my thoughts one more time.

Jimin is here, and he has a bag with him.

"웅," he giggled. His eyes disappeared when he smiled, and they shut when he pressed his lips against mine. Smiling through the kiss, my arms wrapped around his neck as I walked backwards, returning it until I gasped when the back of my knees hit the bed, making me fall on the mattress with him steadying himself on top of me.

His contagious chuckle made me join him as he pecked my lips over and over, slowly turning these simple actions to something a lot more serious as his hands went underneath the shirt I was wearing, and his head dipped into the crook of my neck.

Yeah. Jimin is here, and he is staying for a while.

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