Between Footsteps| p.jm

TWENTY-FIVE| - . -. ... .. --- -.

You couldn't hear a thing, not even the sounds of the thick velvet dropping towards the stage and hiding you from the shocked eyes of the crowd.

You hadn't cared about those eyes during the dance and certainly didn't now.

All you cared about was the touch you were sharing with Jimin and how utterly relieving and intoxicating  it felt to have your desires slightly fulfilled.

He had clearly been shocked at first and had visibly stiffened upon you pushing your lips against his, but soon had fallen just as prey to the tempting touch as you had and was quick to close his eyes.

His lips were a reminder of why you had been craving him to begin with, and after days and days of his mouth so close to yours, it felt natural to end the dance in such a way. It was as if it had been begging for it all along.

Your body refused to be teased right then and even released a sort of melting shudder as you felt your spine being straightened.

Jimin's form seemed to weaken and he soon softened the supportive hold he used to have on you as he allowed the two of you to break the final position of the dance and instead just... linger in a more natural position.

His lips were consuming and full to the point where your burning body had to choke back sounds of pleasure when he deepened the connection to more confidently kiss you. Your skin tingled with every connection as his nose brushed against yours and his eyelashes fluttered in his own sudden feeling of passion.

Assuming you had changed your mind about the stage kiss, Jimin had given in rather quickly.

In the back of his head he wondered why the kiss hadn't stopped when the curtain fell and if he should break it. However, he soon found he couldn't stop even after debating it as all his senses danced with a certain pleasure he had been craving for so long and his mind completely blanked from reason. 

He had wanted this. That day on the ferris wheel. And maybe every moment after that.

His heart was pounding at unnatural speeds as a lightness made him dizzy in the realization that he was finally kissing you. 

A feeling of fire danced in your chest and your veins as you continued to kiss your dance partner and he graciously accepted the touch. Your hands against his neck and shoulder clutched lightly onto the fabric of his shirt then slid to where you were grasping onto his forearms.

The connection was sweet, but it wasn't enough. In fact, it only seemed to fuel you further. Jimin's innocence to the situation was driving your body wild as it continued to crave what he could potentially offer, and your blurry mind was quick to think of ways you could signal what you wanted to the oblivious male.

Anything more would do, just anything to cure your sudden wants that burned like a craving you needed satisfied immediately. 

You lightly pulled away from the feverish connection just enough to speak as you kept your forehead connected with his and his eyelids stayed closed in the moment of it all while his heavy breaths continued to fan your lips with warmth.

"J-Jimin," your voice made out breathlessly in a certain pleading manner as your hands that were grasped against his arms attempted to slowly lead him in hopes that his hands would wander. It was a signal to let him know he could do whatever he wanted right then and you would accept graciously, but thankfully in that moment a few things happened.

For one, upon hearing his name in such a way, Jimin's eyes had opened and he had pulled away lightly in order to peer at you with shocked and confused half lidded orbs. Pink danced against his cheeks as his chest still moved heavily. You noted that your strong stage makeup had stained his lighter painted lips to where color was smudged across his mouth.