Park Jimin, one of the most successful self made billionaire's in the city of Seoul. He has everything. Money, houses and cars. But the one thing he refuses to have is love, until his new assistant challenges and tests him. He refuses to fall as fal...
Hours have past. I don't know how many but I know it's been a while. The rain hammers against the window, while the raindrops slide down the hard glass. Curled up I watch the rainfall, it's dark outside. The streets are lit up by the night lights creating an eerie atmosphere. I've been sat and have been waiting for him to return. But the longer I wait the longer it takes for him to walk through the doors.
I'm worried, so worried. I don't know where he is or what he's doing. My intuition tells me he's gone to find Jay, to hurt him for manipulating me. But relief washes over me knowing he's in a different city. I can't let Jimin hurt his brother, he can hurt me as much as he likes but I can't let him do that to his family. Although I know he wouldn't do it to me either. He's angered but never violent.
Hours pass by some more, I remain in the same position. I can't move. The terror is building up, my mind creating the worst possible scenarios that could possibly happen to Jimin.
It's 3am and he still hasn't returned. Maybe he's doing this deliberately to make me worry. He knows I wouldn't leave his house to go back to Hobi's when we've argued. He's making me wait, making me worry and making me upset on purpose.
Wearing one of his t-shirts is like wearing a comfort blanket, eventhough he isn't with me right now it definitely feels like it. His smell swarming my nose. The t-shirt droops onto my small figure, the shirt reaching just above my knee. His clothes are so much better than mine. He loves when I wear them too, he always reminds me how much better they look on me than him. But I disagree because anything Jimin wears he looks effortlessly gorgeous.
I give up. It's been too long. I've left calls, messages and even voicemails to his phone. He's refusing to pick up. There's nothing more I can do. If he's acting stubborn, so will I. I can't wait for him forever, he will turn up eventually. Sighing I get up from my seat, staring at the night sky of Seoul once more before I turn my back to the window walking away.
I grab my phone from the small wooden table and head towards the stairs. I'm exhausted, I've practically waited for him all night just for him to not show. But when I hear the keys turning in the lock I peek from behind the wall to see him stumbling in the house.
His hair all wet and dripping from the sides. His shirt stuck onto his chest, the rainfall drenching him. He fumbles with his shoes, attempting to take them off but struggles and collapses onto the floor. Standing up, he doesn't notice me he rubs his face and I notice how his knuckles are bruised and bleeding. What's he done? I worry because he could have hurt himself. But what frightens me most is he could have hurt someone else. I've learnt that he's untamed when he's angry.
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Walking over to him, he lifts his gaze up from the floor and smiles sheepishly at me. He's drunk, eyes blood shot red and there's a slight tint to his cheeks. He steps foward, losing balance and falls into my embrace. I catch him before he hits the floor but his body weight is too heavy so he sinks to his knees before me. Jimin kneeling at my feet. It feels wrong because isn't this what he wants me to do for him? He's broken. So broken. I can see it in his eyes, his steady gaze observing me.
"Get up Jimin..please". He doesn't move, he watches me instead. Looking me up from my feet. This isn't what I want. My heart aches at the sight of this, tears prick the corner of my eyes. Who's hurt him?
He lowers his head, it reminds me of the time when he told me I had to do those same actions towards him. "Please Jimin don't do this..talk to me.."
"I-I can't y/n" I'm glad he's speaking, but his voice. So soft and innocent, I don't want to see him like this. So vulnerable. I've always seen him as a powerful man, always so confident. But looking at him now..he's lost. He's just a lost boy.
"I..can't lose you.." my heart clenches at his words. I sink to the floor in front of him, the wooden floor hard against my shins. I wipe his tears away from his face as he continues. "I love you so much y/n..the thought of losing you..." he breathes in, tears welling from his eyes. "...it terrifies me..I can't lose you..please don't ever leave me.."
Tears ooze down my cheeks. That's one thing he's always feared, me walking out on him. I've reassured him so many times that our relationship would never come down to that but he still feels paranoid.
"Jimin..I've told you, I would never run out on you. It's always been you. Everything that's happened with Jay was a mistake, I was desperate for something, anything from you at the time. It was the moment I realised that I was starting to fall in love with you. I needed you but you weren't there. But now you are" Tears continue to stream down my face as I attempt to wipe them away. "Your life it's complicated, I need to get used to the idea. I want to get used to it. I want to be with you. To love you and give you everything you need but I also need to overcome my fears. I'm scared Jimin, not of you but the idea of you. You being a dominant scares me, because I don't know what your going to do to me. It's exciting, thrilling yet so terrifying at the same time. But that doesn't mean I don't love you any less".
Fear grips my heart as I realise I'm just babbling. I hope my words are enough to make him realise how much I really love him. That he doesn't need to kneel before me.
"I can't let another man have you. I want you..all of you". He slurs while tugging onto his t-shirt that I'm wearing. Still avoiding eye contact with me. I take his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me. Rubbing his tears away with my thumbs I stare at him in the eyes.
"You have me Jimin" I rest my forehead against his as I take a breath in. I can smell the alcohol lingering in the air between us. I don't know why he does what he does. There must be a reason. Some sort if story to his past but I can't manage to see him this lost and broken. He closes his eyes and I see his body relax as soon as I touch him.
He opens his eyes again. "This is me, all of me y/n. I'm all yours. So please never leave me".
"I'm all yours too Jimin, I don't know what I can do or say to make you realise this but I am. I love you". I whisper against his lips. "I thought I broke you, I'm so sorry".
"Broke me? No, you've healed me. You could never break me". He reaches for my hand which is cupping his cheek. He moves it towards his chest. I feel his heart beating rapidly as I flex my fingers to feel the skin under his shirt. His muscles show through his wet shirt and he places his hand over mine. I can't resist him anymore so I pull the soaked t-shirt over his head and fling it across the floor. He's gloriously naked, in front of me. His skin dimly glowing from the moonlight that's seeping through the window. His small tattoo carved to perfection on his glossy skin. It leaves me breathless. He leaves me breathless.
Restricting no more I take his face and kiss him with a driving force, to show him how much I love him. He may not believe my words but he has to believe my actions. He responds with just as much desperation and hunger. Our lips moving against each other, tongues invading each others mouths as we fight for dominance. His plump lips easily devour mine and of course he wins. Standing to our knees he pulls me in by the waist so our hips meet, the kiss becoming intensely passionate. I can feel his arousal against my groin, helplessly making me moan into his mouth more.
"Jimin.." I pause to break for air, but it only allows him to attack my neck with feathering kisses. His lips work their way into my skin, his soft touches are teasing and my arousal grows.
His warm hands make their way up my shirt, his hands gliding against my skin. Pinching and scratching my back in the process. I choke back my moans as he continues to tease my neck and jaw. I grip his hair with my hands, guiding him to go further, tilting my head further he kisses me in all the right spots.
Our desire for each other grows. The need to be wrapped around each other and to escape from life itself. The greed we both have for the satisfaction we give one another, it draws us into a trance. Our trance.
