𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. | BTS |

chapter 50 ~ 𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏

CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, EXPLICIT CONTENT, ORAL SEX, & FLUFF

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     I fastened another blanket around Jimin's shoulders, the blonde shifting beneath them and wiggling his hands from its grasp. He rested on the living room floor, pressing his thighs together for warmth as he peered up at me. I'd smothered him with blankets to keep him warm throughout the night, making him appear smaller beneath its mass. "I think that's enough, angel," he chuckled, hugging one of the blankets against his chest. He leaned back against a mound of pillows Taehyung had placed behind him, adjusting himself with a grunt as his shoulder brushed against the couch.

     "I'm just making sure you're comfortable," I replied, lost in thought as I tugged at one of the pillows behind him. I wanted to make sure his shoulder didn't bump into anything or cramp up from lying on the ground for too long. 

     Jimin reached out, his upper arm stiff with pain. He wrapped his fingers delicately around my forearm, pulling me forward until I straddled his hips, our lips brushing. His breath was hot against my face, turning my heart into an erratic, thudding mess in my chest. Slyly, Jimin smirked, tracing the edge of my jaw as he clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

     "God, you make me so needy," he purred, hooking his finger under my chin. "You're so beautiful."

     I blushed, hiding it behind my hand as I blinked down at him. "N-No, I'm not," I stuttered, growing flustered as he tugged my hand from over my mouth, his lips ghosting over mine.

     "Oh? You're not? Give me one reason why you're not."

     I glanced down at my thighs, slighting quivering beneath my attire. I'd switched out of Jungkook's shorts for small, high-waisted grey shorts, his oversized grey hoodie engulfing my small frame. I looked disgusting, disheveled, and unattractive in almost every way. I knew that there were scars lining my legs and collar, a few fading around my face, my hair an unkempt, fluffy mess atop my head. Just thinking about it made tears prick at the backs of my eyes.

      I extended my arms, bouncing them up and down like a child as I peered up into Jimin's eyes. "I-... Look at me. I look ugly."

      The blonde snorted softly, cupping my face in his small hands. "I'm looking at you, and I don't think you're ugly at all." Jimin exhaled slowly, dragging his thumb down the front of my lips. "Just looking at you makes me smile. It makes me happy." He chuckled, "And also needy."

     I blushed harder, looking away as Taehyung stumbled into the living room, Nari and Yeontan at his heels. Jimin let his hands drop to my thighs, hooking his arms behind my waist to pull me closer. I curled up against his chest, hoping that the conversation would pass, but as I let my eyes flutter closed, I felt his lips brush against my ear, his voice low and throaty against my skin.

     "You're beautiful, Yumin. Why do you think I call you 'angel'?"

     Tingles radiated throughout my body, my skin breaking out with gooseflesh. I remained still, for some reason growing uncomfortable with Taehyung in the room. I watched the blonde as he gave us a curious glance, settling on the opposite side of our 'family time' set up. He allowed Yeontan to curl up in his lap, pulling his phone out of his back pocket and scrolling through TikTok at a low volume. He was only a couple of feet away, curled up in the crook of the couch on the floor.