"N.. No, don't pl..please" I shouted as he took a step closer to him.
"Are you out of your head? We are friends Jimin!! What is wrong with you?" Yoongi screamed on top of his lungs. The chilly October wind passed by his cashew nut colored hair.
"Jimin I'm begging you. Stop this nonsense please" I pleaded once more.
"Too late Y/Niee. Time to say your last goodbye" his sinister laugh echoed through my head as he pulled his hands up and in a sleek push, threw him down the huge Cliff.
My breath hitched when I saw the love of my life disappearing into the misty scenery and an evil ex best friend of mine standing there being the reason of that. Tears weren't stopping in their tracks and continued to pour down my eyes burning my eyeballs.
Jimin turned around and started walking towards me with the same deviled smirk on his face.
"Well well we'll Y/Nie..how would you like to follow your love to heaven?" he asked and grabbed my arm taking me towards the same Cliff.
"No..no.. Nooooo"
"Nooooooo" I jolted up from my sleep, cold sweat dripping down my forehead and breathing uneven.
"Thank god, it was just a dream!!!"
I looked beside me on the bed and it was empty meaning he was still in his office.
I walked up-to the living room to get to him There’s a dim, yellow light glowing down the short hallway from the living room. There’s no sound but the tick of a wall clock, the sudden flip of a couple pages and sniff from the man I was hoping to see.
I entered the living room, startling him a bit when my form appeared in the entrance.
“Holy agust d2!” Yoongi yelps and jumps. He was lying on the couch, spread out in his socks, boxer briefs, and an anpanman t-shirt, but now his feet come to rest on the cushion, and he props himself on an elbow, his book coming to rest, open, on his stomach.
“Y/N!” he starts scolding, but then his eyes meet mine and stops, voice softening, “Hey.”
“Hey,” I murmured. It’s warm, Yoongi is bathed in a soft glow from the lamp beside him, black hair mussed and brown eyes lidded and tired. I was not sure if I deserved him.
"Are you crying? What happened?" He cooed seeing the terrified look on my face.
"I had a bad dream. It was very terrifying to say at least" I answered clutching the cardigan around my chest tightly.
His eyes softened a bit more and he kept the book beside the couch in the ground.
“Take off your cardigan,” he cooed, “Come lie down with me.”
He shifts over from the back of the couch to make room for another body and pats it with his free hand. There’s a moment of hesitation before I shruged off the soft woollen material from my shoulder -- slowly, in case something changes -- and tossed it over the armchair.
I slip off my slippers, eyes staying on Yoongi's concerned expression, then crawls over him to nestle into the open space made for me.
Yoongi’s arm comes to wrap over my shoulder, his hand coming to push my head to rest over his chest. His body is warm, despite his lack of clothing in this harsh weather. Wrapping his own arm around my stomach, I let myself press closer. His legs twine with my bare ones below them, and I rubbed my cheek over the rough, peeling decal on his shirt.
The book is dropped to the floor, his hand on my head petting over my hair as a kiss is placed to my forehead. Yoongi grabs onto my other arm, hand massaging and rubbing over the sore muscles.
“Want to share?” he asks then. I shook my head. It’s way too nice to talk about it.
“Okay,” Yoongi breathes. He hugs me tightly, lips pressing harder over my skin -- once, twice -- before his grip loosens.
There’s no move to grab his book again, only soft caresses and even softer breathing.
“Keep reading,” I muttered into his chest, “Please. I just want to lie here for a bit.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah,” I said with a short nod. He swallows thickly. “Read to me.”
I can almost hear Yoongi’s smile when he told me , “It’s Nicholas Sparks.”
I didn’t care, but I played along anyway, “Which one? The notebook?”
The book is picked up and flipped so I can see the cover. "The best of me" I mumbled and shrugged my shoulders, then closed my eyes, “New to me, read it to me”
The hand in my hair pets me again, and his warm lips kissed my forehead once more, “Okay My love, anything for my princess.”
Yoongi picks up where he left off, "I don't know if I've ever felt as happy as I did that day, but then again, it was always like that whenever we were together-”
"I never wanted it to end" I finished his sentence as his slow strokes of my head made me loose the last strand of stress.
"You said you never read it." he asked still playing with the one strand of my hair on my forehead.
"I lied, it's always the best to hear you read something to me. Your voice soothes my mind" I snuggled closer to his chest and put my arm around his waist.
He chuckled once before continuing. His voice is low and reedy. Murmuring words into the room, soft as feathers and landing just as gently over my ears.
I can forget for a moment, focus on the fluttering heartbeat and humming vibrations in the chest below me. Focussing on the warmth enveloping me, and the loving fingers threading through my hair.
"Being together isn't always about marriage, I want to wake up with you beside me every morning. I want to watch you across the dinner table every evening. I want to share every mundane details about me with you and hear every details of yours."
"I want to laugh with you. Fall asleep in your arms. Because you are not only the one I loved back then, you brought out the best of me." I completed yet again and he snuggled against my hair taking the scent of lavender shampoo from my hair.
“I love you" he whispered against my head.
The sudden words suck air from my chest -- I know he feels them, without even hearing. My hand squeezed over his chest when I heard his heartbeat pick up. It’s too soon, but I let a small part of myself free to show it; turned my head, and placed a tender kiss to his lips.
He smiled, warmth taking over both of us and he placed one last kiss on my closed eye, flipped through the page and continued reading.
I never knew snuggling into someone's arm could cure my distress to this extent. Yoongi has never been the cuddly One so watching him embracing my small figure it his arms gave me a different euphoria. I never wanted to leave his warm eembrace.
The safety I felt in his arms was a reassurance that no matter what happens, I can always fall back to him. He was my home.
After finishing his chapter, he leaned back down on the couch and pulled me towards him more securely. My back was pressed against his front. I could feel his heartbeat very clearly because of how fast they were.
He held my waist with one hand and entervined his pinky finger with mine. Soon after his soft snores tickled my neck and I smiled to myself happy to live in the moment.
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