ENIGMA | JIMIN

?eighteen?

You raise your upper body from the water and breathe out, chest rising and falling slightly, you use your hands to slick back your hair before pinching your nose.

You turn over on your side and hold onto the edge of the bathtub, blinking repeatedly to clear your vision.

Was it Taehyung or Jimin?

You shut your eyes listening to every move being made by the intruder...

A duffel bag is thrown onto the floor with a lazy 'thud', a sore groan is released and you know it's Jimin.

Your heart starts beating impatiently as you hear his footsteps come closer and when he reaches the doorway your lips twitch into a smile as you look up at him tiredly.

He's sweating from his workout, his white tank sticks to his body making it a see through and you can see his defined abs pressed against the sweat soaked fabric, his dark jeans are unbuckled and the sight of him makes you swallow hard.

He leans against the doorway and returns your smile with lowered eyes.

"Hey baby" he says softly and your heart jumps at the sound of his voice.

Why did you miss him so much?

Were these the side affects?

His eyes shift over to the bubbled filled bathtub and he pushes himself of the wall with his shoulder and makes his way in.

You look up at him as he sits on the bathroom floor and leans against the tub, he faces you and you stare at his face.

There was always something about the way he looked that just woke things in you. Jimin was perfect in every situation, at every moment he was the flawless, you've tried numerous times to detect a flaw on his physique but there were none.

You were just as proud to call him yours as he was proud to call you his.

His eyes are calm, the beautiful hazelnut warmth you loved sinking into, crystal clear of any dark thoughts, his full lips are slightly wet with his saliva, sweat glistening on the skin of his face and his blonde hair sticks to his forehead.

You reach a wet and soapy hand out from underneath the water and push his hair back from his face, he shuts his eyes sighs at your familiar touch and leans in closer pressing his forehead to yours , you smile and press a kiss to his cheek.

"You okay?" you whisper against his cheek and he sighs and nods before opening his eyes and tilting his head back to look at you.

You watch his brown eyes travel your face, you can see the guilt in his eyes as they scan the bruises on your neck and the cut on your lower lip.

You didn't want him to feel bad about what happened last night, he did what he had to do.

"Hey" you whisper cupping his jawline and trying to force his attention away from the bruises, but they refuse to meet yours, they stare especially at the marks on your neck and you frown.

"Hey" you say again but more firmly and finally his eyes meet yours.

"I'm okay" you whisper and he blinks away his tears and leans in closer to take your lips with his.

"We're okay" you reassure him against his lips and he nods and presses his lips fully to yours.

You shut your eyes the minute you taste him, him...the man who made every inch of your body shake with a simple look, with just a touch, with just a kiss.

His lips always tasted like home, they were capable of transporting you far, far away, each tease with his lower lips against your upper lips makes you feel like you're floating and when he slips his tongue into your mouth your body trembles.