Here's My Number

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"I love you."

Jimin kisses your nose. You share your warmth with each other as you rock back and forth in the cold. It's almost six, and the sun hasn't risen yet, but when you woke up with Jimin over the phone this morning, you didn't want to be away from him so you agreed you would sneak him into your house.

It's not that mom would have a problem with Jimin in the house. It's just early. Really early.

"I love you too," you mumble, the cold biting your nose disappearing the moment Jimin's lips touch it.

"I love you more."

"No I love you more."

"No no. Impossible." Jimin pecks your lips. "You can't love me more than I love you."

"That's not fair. I love you more because I love you first."

"How would you know?"

"Because I liked you first. I gave you my number."

"Fair enough..." Jimin's hands leave your face and one goes down to intertwine your fingers. "Let's go back to your house. Then I can show you just how much I love you."

Your face becomes crazy hot and you bite your lip shyly. Does Jimin understand the underlying meaning in his words or does he just mean he's going to hug you and kiss you and tell you he loves you over and over again?

Because you love Jimin, but there is definitely a line.

The two of you hurry back to your house and run up the stairs to your room quietly. By the time mom wakes up again, the sun will have already risen and she won't know how early Jimin came over.

The moment you close the door behind you, Jimin grabs your waist and pushes your back against it. He meets your lips in a fervent kiss, surprising you by adding tongue already. You close your eyes and relax, then begin to move against him, matching his passion with your own fire.

Your hands hold onto whatever they can. One grasps onto the fabric of his hoodie over his chest and the other latches onto his shoulder.

Jimin's hands are holding onto your waist tightly, but it doesn't hurt. His fingers don't dig into your skin. He doesn't try to slip his hands up your shirt. He holds onto you firmly, but knows how to handle you delicately, unlike Gavin. And you love it so much.

Jimin breaks the kiss for air. He presses his forehead to yours, eyes still closed, panting. His hands move and grasp the hem of your hoodie. A twinge of nervousness yanks at your gut but you decide not to say anything. You trust him. He won't go to far.

Jimin pulls your hoodie up and over your head, and now your arms are bare and your neck is open. He places his hands back on your waist and pulls you into him, then begins kissing you again, his arms circling around you and holding you tight.

That's another difference between Gavin and Jimin. Gavin touches you like he is trying to feel up your body underneath your clothes. When you and Gavin make out, it's like he is trying to decide what you feel like underneath all your layers.

When it's Jimin, it's the opposite. He doesn't move his hands and fingers against you in that way. He holds you as if letting go would make you disappear. Usually, his hands are on your face or in your hair, because you are the most precious thing to him and not just an object for him to unravel and explore.