[Yoongi's view]
Neither of us dared to say anything, destroy the moment. We just looked each other in the eye, and I could swear that I felt, even if just for a moment, a striccing temptation towards this stranger.
I was frozen on spot when he just walked away...just like that. Looking back, making sure to keep the eye contact steady. I had so many questions but it felt like they were not important...not at all.
I just watched him disappearing alongside the beach. Like a little dust cloud. On that day I decidet to stay outside, to think about what let to this incident:'Do I know him?'
'Ji... Min he said, right?', was the thought that ran through my mind the whole next day. I asked my entire gang if they knew someone with pink hair called 'Park Jimin'. Of course the answer was no.
'Who are you?...'
He was like a drug, he sure was. I went to the beach every day, hoping I would meet or maybe just see him, although deep down I knew that I wouldn't. Not today or any time soon. This was giving me headaches, and I was already starting to forget him.
But no- not before he showed up again.
And that was on the very 22nd January 2022. He sat there looking down on me, not disappointed, more like amused. Was he sad? I couldn't know. He had this fake face, I wanted to tear apart but kiss at the same time.
So what did he say? What did he say that left me so traumatized? You know what he said, you know what he did.
Nothing, bad nothing good, the word didn't even mean anything to me until that moment.
"BALENCIAGA", he said. It hit me right in the chest, but it didn't look like he cared anyway. I wanted to speak, let him hear my words, the pain I was feeling.
No words would come out, my mouth felt like it was sewn shut. He took slow steps, and kept looking me in the eyes. No doubt I was scared. Not for my life, for him. Why? I don't know. I feel this connection to him. I feel...almost everything he feels. His voice screams over and over again:
"BALENCIAGA, I'M SCARED".
Tears started to form and roll down my cheeks. He looked at them for a second and then looked back at my eyes. He gave me a soft, rather sad smile.
He leaned in, giving me a sweet kiss. First on my mouth and then on my face, kissing my tears away.
He then looked at me with such passion I never felt in my life. Everything overcame me and I just buried his face into my chest, starting to leave very soft kisses over his hair, and neck.
He looked up at me, with the cute face of his, obviously stating that he liked it. I took his face between my big hands, slowly stroking from his cheeks up to his temples. I laid my forehead onto his as if I would know him for years, and learned to love him over decades. I pulled his waist closer to my chest...just hugging him again. I don't know how long we were just cuddling in each other's arms, but we were still outside, and it started to rain.
No words had to be said. I took the key out, unlocked the door, and he followed me inside. We sat down at the couch.
"I already know who you are", he looked at me.
Of course he did, I also knew who he was...well..practically.
"Please let me stay at your house for a while..I want to answer your questions...with time", he looked at me with pleading eyes. "Whatever it takes", I replied. He already knew me, nevertheless, he was a little shocked by my voice. It was deep, stern, and kinda rough. But not to him, the roughness was replaced with pure love..not to him. I would never even consider saying something bad to him, being rude...hurting him. His cute face wanted me to crush him, into kisses and hugs, but never ever hurt him. Not at all. I saw him blush a little at my words.
He climbed onto my lap and hugged me tight, too tight. I kissed his forhead. It really felt as if I knew him for so long. What is going on?
He laid his nose against mine, and smiled. Just smiled. I took the next step, rubbing my nose softly across his face. As I sign of how much I loved him. He left out a breathy giggle.