[Jimin's view]
I loved Yoongi so much for giving me all the time I needed to explain. I kept looking at him...you know...from time to time.
He gave me a bittersweet feeling whenever he smiled at me, whenever he stroked my hand, whenever he kissed me.
His kisses were the best. Romantic, gentle, passionate, soft, lovingly, caring. Just everything I ever wanted.
When he went out to do his business with his gang members, I would always write some notes for him.
Whenever he came back, he would go straight to me, and ask 'what I meant with the note this time'.
I loved his curiousity, I always did.
One day, he brought a friend with him.
He looked strangely familiar, but still nice.
Introducing himself as Seok Jin Kim, I slowly learned to know him better. I found out that he was a member of his gang and that Yoongi and him were the same age. Both of them didn't look like 28 to me at all. Especially Jin, looking as fresh as a 17 year old.
As time went by, me and Yoongi got closer and closer. I slowly started explaining what was going on. He listened to me carefully when I spoke.
I loved it. So much. Yoongi found it hard to believe, but got why I was here.
"The wind. The wind told me to come to you. We should protect each other. Don't let the other step into the deep end, don't hurt them. Love them, cherrish them. Protect them at all costs. And you know what?" "What?.." "I was the wind..."
"You were? Do you know....how much I treasure you? Did I ever tell you...in the past 10 months...how precious you are to me?.."
I couldn't answer, even if it might not sound like a 'making you cry confession', I was moved. We held eye contact as Yoongi started stroking my hair. From the top, to the very tips, eventually moving on to my neck. It felt good. I got goosebumps by his gentle hands. His other hand traveld from my chest, to my waist. He pulled me close to him. So close that I could feel his breath on my forehead. It didn't take long for him to kiss it, instead of just staying there,
the kisses traveld down to my cheek, then to my ear, my jawline, my neck, my collarbone.
We lived in the moment. Clothes getting teared of, and tounges sucking each other mouths and skin.
Purple was a beautiful color...so thought Yoongi too.
He made sure to cover every single spot on my body with love marks.
No biting, just pure love marks.
I was scared, but I trusted him. Yoongi knew what to do. He made sure that I was comfortable, so he started off by sucking and stroking my member.
I did it alone before, but lovers' hands are so pleasurable. I let out pants, and closed my eyes. When he felt it was enough, he moved on to my hole. He made sirkles with his thumb around it.
His eyes looked at me one more time, and he pushed the first finger in. It wasn't painful to be exact. I don't even think it would be possible to get hurt by Yoongi's fingers. It was rather stingy.
Second finger. Third finger. Fourth finger. That was enough. He looked at me, asking for approval.
I slightly nodded my head.
The tip of his dick touched my hole, and I felt like my world was going to collapse. I never felt this excited or aroused before. He leaned down to kiss my stomach. Pushing his whole length in at once was a bit of a challenge for me. I felt no pain tho. Everything just felt so heavenly.
This night we might have become one heart instead of two separate ones. From that day on, we were as close as could get.
Who dyed his heart to black? Just who was it???
You know it. It doesn't matter anymore tho.