The meaning of living| Yoonmin

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I currently sitting on yoongis lap, while we kiss. He's such a good kisser. There's a knock on the door. I roll off him and cuddle him.

"Lunch time." Mr. Kim announces.

We sit up as he puts the tray down. He leaves.

"I'll be back." Yoongi goes to stand up.

"Why do you leave everything after we make out?" I stop him.

"There's reasons." He states.

He tries to get up down I sit on his lap. Then I feel it.

"Yoongi?" I ask.

"I told you I needed to leave." He says awkwardly.

"It's fine." I say getting off his lap.

"Go take care of your... problem." I say.

"I'll be back." He says.

He leaves me alone. He got hard from kissing me. I know I've been moving toward but I'm not ready for that yet. I look over to our tray and see the amount of food on my plate. That's a lot. Thinking about the amount of calories just makes me flip out. Yoongi comes back in just in time to see me flipping out.

"No, no, no, no." He pulls my attention from the tray.

"Don't look at that look at me. Your boyfriend." He walks slowly towards me.

"Remember I won't do anything to hurt you." He says sitting down.

I nod as I pull him into a hug. I bury my face in his chest. I sit in his lap, pulling him really close. He hold me around my shoulder and one hand in my hair. I hear the door.

"He saw his plate." Yoongi explains.

"Oh." Mr. Kim whispers.

"Just give us a couple minutes." Yoongi says.

The door closes again.

"It's Just proportioned, it's just the amount you need in order to be healthy." He explains.

"Jimin?" He asks.

I pull him tighter.

"Okay as long as you need." He rubs my back.