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[51] Her Jiminie

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''Don't leave me,
No matter what, rain falls.
No matter what, darkness erases,
I'll save you, you're no longer alone.''
-Don't leave me

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The moment stills, his gaze absorbs your entirety, struggling to fathom that you're finally here, all for him. His breath hitches, in the midst of the turmoil, you still look as beautiful as he remembers. 

Then you say it. Something that he's been desperately wanting to hear.

You choose him.

All of him; broken and whole, you want him.

"J-Jimin, say something." The quiver in your voice sends a pain so striking straight to his guts. He hated that there was a presence of doubt and fear in your eyes, an uncertainty and insecurity that he will not choose you and leave you stranded all over again. "I- I am sorry I am late. I am so sorry I took so long." Each word escapes your throat, broken and ached as tears spill out of your eyes uncontrollably.

You feel lightheaded, seeing Jimin before your eyes and holding someone else's hand. The mere thought of arriving too late, of him possibly belonging to someone else already, fills you with an overwhelming sense of dread.

"Jimin, am I... will you?" Your words falter, and you pause, inhaling deeply before it breaks into a sniffle. You shut your eyes briefly, exhaling slowly. "Please, come back. I know I pushed you away, and I- I am sorry for that. I wasn't thinking straight. The past months have been hell for me, every minute, every second, I thought of you. I don't think I can live without you anymore. You- You ruined me beyond repair, because now I am in love with you. I tried so hard to stop, but, I don't think I can. I don't think I can stop loving you. Ever. There hasn't-''

Your knee feels shaky all of a sudden, on the verge of falling to the ground. Just before you could collapse onto the ground, a set of protective, strong and secure arms envelop you, drawing you close to his chest. Your body tenses, and your gaze lifts to meet his glossy ones. And just like that, your entire body relaxes and melts in his arms.

Jimin's fingers trace the path along your cheeks, gently wiping away your tears. He watches the tears intently, hating that your cheeks are soaked with them. His fingers roam, and seek over your skin, as if not believing himself that he's finally able to touch you again.

However, before he could revel in having you within his arms, his fingertip brush aside a strand of hair, uncovering a faint cut on your forehead. He touches it, earning a low wince from you.

Red. He sees fucking red; blazing and hot, flashing red. 

"Who touched her?" Jimin's voice grows dangerously low as his eyes fall over to the guards who had been chasing after you.

''I said who the fuck laid their fucking hands on her?!" He barks.

His hand reaches his holster and in a blink of an eye, he raises his gun to the first man in his vicinity. ''Was it you?'' his voice demands, filled with a chilling edge.

The man's pupils shake, and all the other guards stand in alarm. ''Either you tell me or I will have no issue shoving a bullet in each and every one of your skulls.'' Jimin's words cut through the tense air, his tone unyielding and unforgiving.