Who Knew // YoonMin

🎤 14.0 Promise.

~ Yoongi's POV ~

He hasn't let go of my hand ever since we left his parents' house. His tears still stream down his cheeks every now and then, and all I can do is watch and wipe them away. 

If only I could do something to cheer him up.

We sit on my couch as I draw tiny circles on the back of his hand. 

He covers half of his face with his free hand, and rests his head on my shoulder, sighing and wiping away another tear. 

JM: "Thank you, Yoon."

Y: "I didn't do anything, petal. Just remember what your eomma said: He'll come around sooner or later, okay?" 

I feel his whole body trembling again as soft sobs escape his pouty lips.

JM: "You don't know him... h-he's never b-been like that. I expected m-my mom to f-freak out, but not my d-dad... it hurts so bad, Yoongi, it h-hurts so bad." 

His sobs get heavier, so I turn to hug him tightly, rubbing his back. 

Y: "I know, babe. I know." 

Jimin doesn't seem to get better. Geez, there's gotta be a way to calm him down! 

Without putting much thought into it, I simply press my lips onto his. As I start moving my mouth, he joins me and suddenly his tongue slips into my mouth. Lots of tiny bubbles roam around my stomach as he puts more and more passion into the kiss.

Which I return right away. He moves onto my lap and hurls his body onto mine, making me place my hands on his tight bottom, squeezing it a little. His soft moans send sparkles down to my best body part. Fuck.

This is wrong. 

I know this is probably some kind of coping mechanism of his, but I don't want to take advantage of his situation. I don't want him to think that his body is all I want.

Y: "Jiminie---uhh!"

I groan, as he starts sucking on the sensitive spot on my neck. With a small hum, he signals that he's listening... I guess. 

Y: "Jiminie, are you sure you want this?"

He kisses his way back up to my mouth, slightly sucking my lower lip, then sticking his tongue back into my mouth. Sending a new wave of desire down my body. Shit, this is too much, I can't help but feel excited.

After a few seconds of making out, he pulls back to catch his breath and leans his forehead onto mine.

JM: "Sorry."

I look into his puffy red eyes. Seriously, he's such an angel. My angel.

My heart starts beating like crazy. 

Y: "Jimin?"

He lowers his head, as his small hands caress my cheeks.

JM: "Hmh?"

Y: "I'm here for you, okay? I'll always be here for you." 

His breath hitches and he connects our lips once again. But this time it's different. There's not that much pressure involved and a lot more... love? Can you say it like that? Well at least that's how he makes me feel. All bubbly and warm inside. 

When he leans back, he looks deep into my eyes.

JM: "You promise?"

I smile.

Y: "I promise."