16: Zoey

I'm laying down on my bed, recalling the confession from earlier. I will safe him, even if it means that I will have to kiss the others for it to happen. Jimi won't like it one bit and not to mention that it would be very intense, but I am willing to take that risk. I can't imagine my life without him. I'm not mad with David and Jane McClare for not telling me that I were adopted, but I am glad to have met my biological mother. She will always be my mom, and I am extremely grateful to her for giving life to me... but she will never be my mother. My mother died in an unforeseeable act of nature, along with my father. I am curious to know more about my dad, however. All that I know is that he was a sailor who went by the name of Pablo, but that's all that I know about him. Unfortunately! What kind of person was he? How did he look? Was he attractive?

The mattress plunged in beside me. I were so absentminded that I didn't even hear the door open. I looked at Yoongi, acting rather bold. "Have you been crying?" He asked concerned. I wiped the back of my hand over my cheeks. It's completely soaked with tears. I haven't even noticed. He leaned in closer and swiped a lone tear away with his thumb. My insides falling and rising on the spot. He tilted his head towards the side and gave me a crooked smile. "Sorry, for barging in unannounced. I just had to see you," he apologized. He dropped his hand and snaked his fingers through mine. It feels so comfortable. It's intense, I'm not going to deny it, but it's not Jimi. The knowledge of it stretches further than the eye can see. Still there's something about me being around him that feels oddly at home. He jumped up and repositioned himself behind me. It's feels a little strange, knowing that it isn't Jimi. How come even so, it feels right? Sitting here like we're doing, cocooned in each other's warmth.

He brushed his lips against my forehead and said: "It's getting late. I should be heading back towards my own room." He lifted himself up from the bed. His hands still tangled with mine. Pulling me behind him towards the door. I looked up at him. Our eyes locked. A warm bubbly sensation started in the pit of my stomach. He bends his head slightly and captured my lips beneath his own. Instantly I hooked my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. His hands at the nape of my back. Like we're sharing a slow dance. We broke apart. Lungs screaming for air. Good golly! What an intense moment? He sure knows how to kiss a lady. He knows how to leave them breathlessly too. I couldn't help myself as the thought unvoluntarily surfaced. He gave me a knowing smile, as if he could read my mind or something. "See you tomorrow, beautiful," he greeted me with one last forehead kiss. After a moment I closed the door between us. Emptiness consumed me. Crestfallenly I turned towards my bed. One down, five more to go. He's really not going to like my cause of action, but there's no way that I'm going to allow him to kill himself because he cares to much. I'm clearly falling in love with the God of love. How ironic? How can he be so selfish? He'll rather end his very existence, which will end in killing the both of us, as to let me safe him. I only have to kiss all seven of them, I don't see the problem. Ok sure, now that I think about it, my reasoning is selfish as well. I'm not about to lose him. I've just found him, for God's sake! I've fallen asleep with my plan of action freshly made. Jimi, please don't hate me for this?