#8

Palms on the knees, breathing unevenly, Jimin was standing right in front of Julia's house. He badly ran to her house and now he can't even take a good breath as everything keeps going round and round around his mind. His mind was messed up and Yoongi's words were still ringing in his ears. A huge sigh left his plump lips and he remembered how he came here for the first time a few months ago. It was the first and last time, now he could think of everything that happened between them on that day.

It was past 2 AM at midnight. They were heavily drunk in the bar and Julia suggested to go her house. Jimin didn't waste any of his time and took Julia's hand in his, dragging her to his bike. He started driving it even though he was badly drunk. Julia who was equally drunk didn't mind sitting behind him, wrapping her arms around his abs. She was leaning on his back, cheek pressing against him, eyes closed, feeling euphoric as she always felt around him.

It took almost 2 hours to reach her house as she forgot the path but Jimin didn't go pissed off. After what felt like forever, he halted his bike in front of her house and she clapped her hands like a kid before pinching his cheek. "We are here, Jiminie," she said, trying to get off but his hand went back, holding her waist. Before she could anticipate what he was about, he got down, snaking both of his arms around her, lifting her up from the bike.

In a few seconds, her legs were around his torso and his hands were squeezing her ass, being on the top of the world. Encircling her arms around his neck, she leaned in, pressing her lips against his plump ones and they were already moving in, not giving a damn about the sudden rain that was drenching the bike. Locking the door, she felt the soft mattress behind her and his hand securing her head. She noticed how he wasn't breaking the kiss, even though he was going breathless.

Everything around her was gloomy but she could only see Park Jimin who was standing on his knees, taking his jacket off. His face was puffy and red because of the bad alcohol and she could still whiff her favourite vanilla scent of his. Her fingers were fidgeting with the hem of her shirt if she could pull it off or not and the next second he was already taking it off, leaving her half-naked in front of him. A sudden shiver went all over her spine, when he snaked his arm behind her, unhooking her brassiere.

"Jimin," she whimpered when he locked his lips on the flawless skin of her neck and she was arching back, badly wanting to meet his skin as well. He was still wearing the white t-shirt that was perfectly perfect on him. Before standing on his knees back, he didn't fail to leave a love bite, finding her sensitive spot. She flustered her eyelashes when he threw away his t-shirt, displaying his toned abs, completely leaving her speechless for the man.

Her eyes wandered everywhere, having no idea where to look at. His Nevermind tattoo was so beautiful and his icecubes of abs were making her melt right away. That's when her eyes fell on his left chest. A cute paper duck was inked right on his heart, making her smile. She knew how much he likes his best friend and he even inked their friendship on him. She wished she could earn such a special place in the corner of his heart. She wondered if she could walk a long path in her life, holding hands with Jimin.

He noticed her fingers caressing the paper duck, making him look at it. She smiled faintly, staring at the beautifully inked skin but her hand was yanked away immediately. "Don't touch it," he said before leaning in, pressing his lips on hers. Her eyes were wide and she wasn't responding to the kiss until the lust washed her away. Now she understood she could never ever be in a special place in his life.

It wasn't the first time fucking a guy but it felt different from others. Her relationship with men was always a complicated one. They always had something to earn from her or no longer they wanted her. She needed them to believe in her and hold her hands whenever she was low. But no one was ready and she got used to it. So, Jimin's behaviour was nothing to her, but she felt the hurt painting her heart when he rejects anything. She wanted more of him and she couldn't get enough.

She was a moaning mess when he was thrusting in a hard yet precise phase inside her walls. His arm was still behind her and she was arching up to maintain with the same. His length perfectly fit her warm yet wet core and every time she tells his name, he would rather go beyond that, hitting her g-spot, releasing her name against her ears. He filled his juice inside her completely and his face buried in the crook of her neck.

His lips nibbled on her skin, trailing up to her jaw, biting her earlobe when she hugged him more, wrapping his bare skin. She never felt this feeling, she never wanted to experience it with any other men. She never wanted this to stop and she wished he would lay on top of her all her existence and she would never complain about it. She cleaned herself, staring at Jimin who was still looking so hot with the messy hair she made with her fists.

Releasing a groan after filling her up, he laid next to her, covering themselves with the warm blanket. The silence filled the room and the rain was too romantic to handle the situation. She doesn't remember the number of times he cummed inside her and the sun was already tearing up the ocean, reaching the sky above.

He badly wanted to take a nap but he then remembered that Taehyung was going to meet his mom today, so Jimin has to drop him at the station. Smiling to herself, feeling the warmth under the same blanket, she leaned on Jimin. "Uh, I have to go," he said, getting off, and searching for his pants. She instantly sat on the bed, looking at him with half-opened eyes. "We can meet tonight if you are free," she said, already cancelling her work for tonight.

Hearing the zipper on, her eyes landed on the fridge, reminding her of cake. She made a cake for him last night and that's why she brought him home. Wrapping herself with the blanket, she ran to the refrigerator and opened it, while Jimin's eyes were following her moves. He wondered what she was up to.

"Jimin, I made this for us," she grinned before taking a piece out of it and feeding him. He didn't bother eating it but wanted to know why she made it all of a sudden. Jimin raised his eyebrow, munching the cake. "I turned 22 today," she chuckled and he stopped munching, staring at her. "Why didn't you tell me it is your birthday?" he questioned, gulping down the cake.

"I told you now, right? So, come tonight if you are free. I will wait for you," she smiled, pecking at his lips, licking the leftover cake which painted his lips. "Will see," he said, nodding his head, and turning back to the door. Taehyung was more important now and in seconds, he left the place. Her beautiful smile faded, feeling the loneliness hugging her again. Glancing at the cake one more time, she kept it back to the machine, marching towards her bathroom to take a shower.

Cancelling her work and cleaning her house for the whole day, she made some foods that she knew to cook. She smiled to herself, making the dining table and waiting for Jimin to come. She usually never had these sentiments of spending her birthday with anyone as she was always only by herself. But this time, she wanted to make it new. She invited Jimin and her fingers would leave some call to him while he was unanswering even one of them.

Sighing to herself, she leaned on the small couch and that's when she was notified with a text. "I couldn't come today," that was all he said and she knew it would come around again.

Why would she even expect anything from a guy who barely knows her?

"No problem. We can meet anytime, Jimin," she texted back before calling her boss. "Mr Han. Let me know if I can come today," Julia said, even though she was already weak from what happened last night. She never works on continuous days as she normally goes weak. But, this time, she was all alone and didn't want to waste her time. She called her boss asking if she has any regular customers or if someone searching her name.

"Um, actually, no, Julia. You can come tomorrow," he said and she sighed in relief before thanking him and declining the call. She knew if she wasn't available, people would go to the other girl. That was how it always worked. She ain't special. She ain't special even to her parents. She ain't special for Jimin. And that was making her heart clench badly. She needed someone to give their shoulders to when she cries. She needed someone to hear her voice. She needed someone to take her hands and say that everything is alright.

Not complaining about anything or anyone, she had her dinner and slept on the same bed she was with Jimin last night. She remembered every single thing as if it was a beautiful dream. A small smile crept on her painted lips as his warmth was still around her. She whiffed the blanket and that reminded her of him. She slipped into her dreamland which was far too away from the ugly reality.

Jimin rushed to her door and banged on it, shouting her name. "Julia, come out," he screamed for the nth time and no response was coming from the inside. Her phone was switched off and she wasn't at her home at this hour, making him wonder where she could be. He was wondering if Yoongi was right and he wanted to erase the truth so badly.

He wanted to hear it from her, only her.