Love Is Not Over {Editing}

Mikrokosmos

Jimin looks over my shoulder before brushing past me and heading straight into my bedroom.

I stand by the door, completely baffled.

"Um Jimin? Is something wrong?" I croak out, wiping the sweat from my neck.

He does not respond.

I watch him scan the room and his eyes linger on my yoga mat on the floor.

I make my way to the doorway, concern written all over my face.

"Amor.. Jimin..?" I muster out.

"Were you exercising?"

"Umm yeah? I wouldn't be all sweaty just hanging out."

His appearance softens instantaneously and he lets out a dry laugh of relief.

He then brings his palm to his forehead and exhales.

"Okay what is going on?" I question.

He strolls towards me and pulls me into a tight embrace.

I laugh lightly. "Oppa hajima, I'm gross."

We remain in silence for a few more moments before he pulls away.

He rests his hands on my shoulders before finally speaking.

"Jen- jongjunim. Please please please please forgive me. I had a major misunderstanding and I just had some bad memories and ah- I'm so sorry. Please please forgive me for being an idiot just now."

I blink at him a few times. "It would be easier to forgive you if I knew what the heck you were talking about."

He chuckles in embarrassment, suddenly aware that none of his actions made any sense from my perspective.

"Well for starters, I'm back early! Hmm..technically not earlier but I told you my flight came in at 7 but really I got in at 1. I wanted to surprise you but obviously.." he trails off and pulls his lips into a tight line.

"Congrats on surprising me and leaving me confused too," I joke.

"See I had this all planned out. I even brought you flowers and a bottle of champagne. But when I got back into my apartment right now, I heard these noises coming from your apartment... I heard your headboard hitting the wall. Over and over again. And then I heard you.. making these sounds. Like groans and other sounds you usually make when.. when we are intimate."

My mind slowly registers his implications and then my eyes widen in shock.

He thought I was having sex.

He continues "I- I just- my head was spinning and I didn't want to jump to conclusions. So I called you but you didn't answer... and I had to confirm that those suspicious noises were my imagination so I just rushed over here. And.. you answer the door, all glistening and only wearing a shirt. I uh, I thought I walked in on you-"

I cover his mouth with my hand before he can finish.

"Oh my goodness! No no no no no! I was just exercising and I was so focused on finishing the workout that I didn't pick up the phone. And for the record I am clothed!" I exclaim as I lift up my t-shirt and reveal the sports bra and shorts underneath.

"And the headboard noise? It was me hitting the bed with my foot! See?"

I rush into the bedroom, position myself, and complete another squat kickback.

Once I extend my leg, my foot taps the bed causing the headboard to thump back against the wall. While "in the zone" earlier, I was completely unaware of the noise but now the sound reverberated in my eardrums.

I grimace and let out a small grunt as I stand up straight.

"And those inhumane noises? That was just me out of breath and struggling with the reps!"

I avert my gaze from him, suddenly nervous, and continue "Because you are right.. the only other time I make those sounds is when I'm with you."

The corners of his mouth perk up ever so slightly and he nods in understanding.

I wrap my arms around him and rest my head on his chest, nuzzling my forehead into his collar bone.

"I would never and could never do that to you, amor. Never in a million, billion, trillion, quadrillion, gazillion years."

I look up at him, my eyes swimming in the pools of his cacao irises.

"Jimin, I love you." 

His gaze burns into mine, unblinking and kind.

"I love you" I repeat, my voice barely above a whisper.

His mouth parts in surprise. He continues staring into my eyes, the windows of my soul.

I prepare to speak again, but Jimin swoops in and encloses my lips with his.

His caresses are tender before he acts with more aggression, the desire radiating off his skin.

He wraps one arm around my waist and pulls me in, pressing our bodies together.

Jimin's free hand twirls in my hair.

I part my mouth and lick his lips. My tongue draws circles around his and I exhale a soft moan as I taste his sweet saliva.

Our breathing hitches and we unwillingly break contact, my head still dizzy from the intoxicating sensation.

He pulls away before nuzzling his nose against mine.

"I love you too Jen."