Love Is Not Over {Editing}

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Our first hour together had gone smoothly. It had not felt tense, awkward, or depressing. Surprisingly, it felt like a typical Friday night instead of a "Jimin's going away in approximately twelve hours so stop crying" night.

I had without a doubt blown all of this out of proportion and let my mind wander into all the worst case scenarios.

Maybe we could have a normal, platonic hang out after all? {A/N: 🤡}

I consider this thought as I half walk, half stumble into the kitchen to refill our glasses for the second time.

We were both mostly sober but the wine had me feeling warm and smiley.

I also may or may not have grabbed Jimin's hand while we were watching the movie. He had not pulled away and he even squeezed mine in the cute way he always did.

I am pouring the maroon liquid into my glass when Jimin calls out from the couch.

"Jen the quarter is over, why are you still studying?"

"Not at all, I have all my books buried in my closet and I won't think about them until September."

I chuckle as I refill his glass.

"Then what is this super uncomfortable unicorn notebook doing disguised as a pillow?"

I place the bottle back on the countertop and tilt my head in confusion.

Unicorn notebook? What is he talking-?

HOLY SH!T HE HAS MY JOURNAL! HE CURRENTLY POSSESSES MY INNERMOST EMOTIONS. NOOOOOOOOOOO!

I forgot to put it away earlier after I had written my lengthy reflection.

My eyes practically shoot out of their sockets at my realization.

I immediately spin around and begin running back into the living room.

In my frantic and tipsy state, and given that I was wearing socks, I slip on the kitchen floor.

My knee makes clean contact with the ground.

I wince in pain but continue speeding towards the couch.

"I've never seen this one, it's cute," he says to himself as he looks it over.

"Stop!" I yell as I stand in front of him.

He looks up at me, taken aback before a smirk spreads across his lips.

"Wait.. is this like your personal notebook?"

"No" I lie, fooling no one.

"Hmmm so you don't mind if I open it? Maybe find something you wrote about me?"

I throw my arm out in an attempt to retrieve it from him.

He predicts my movement and pulls away, extending his arm back and out of my reach.

Without any second thoughts, I jump into his lap.

I straddle his hips and roughly yank the journal from his grasp.

I shoot daggers at him with my leer.

"Jerk! Can't you tell I don't want you to read it? Why didn't you just give it back to me?!"

His expression falls and he lowers his head slightly.

"I was just kidding, I wouldn't invade your privacy like that."

He moves his hand up and down my arm; something he always did in consolation.

"Look..you even hurt your knee running here. Are you okay?"

I give a small nod, now aware of the dull pain.

"I can already see the bruise forming...it must have hurt," he whispers while tracing smooth circles around the area with his thumb.

I close my eyes and inhale deeply.

His delicate touch and soft hands ignite a flame along my flesh.

I lean further into his touch and my deprived body practically bursts with eagerness.

My eyelids flutter open and I exhale a shaky breath when I feel a new sensation.

He has traveled upwards and has started rubbing my inner thigh.

The firmness of his grip sends tingles between my legs.

I bite down on my tongue, not allowing myself to gasp out in pleasure.

"Ji-Jimin?" I whisper.

"Hmm?"

"Wh.. what are you doing?"

"Does it hurt? Should I stop?" he hums into my ear.

"Nooo..."

He retreats slightly, our faces only inches apart. "No to which question?"

I move forward, my lips a breath away from his plump pillows.

"Both," I murmur.

My eyes linger on his mouth before I slowly press my lips against his.

The electricity raises goosebumps along my arms.

His pecks are warm, welcoming, wet.

He pulls me into his chest, connecting our heartbeats.

I kiss every freckle on his face and every inch of skin on his neck.

He lies beneath me.

His hands caress all of my curves as he nips at my sternum.

We explore one another with gentle fascination, as if for the first time.

The room echoes with relieved moans and releases.

Our bodies, souls, and love uniting.

Our bodies, eternal.