WITH EACH OTHER

"Wtf is wrong with you man!! How can you hurt my man… I swear my nails are sharp enough to pull your heart out of your flesh. Don't tell me you did this on purpose to ruin his birthday!" Rose growled over the call while Jimin slumped in his seat. 

Birthday?

Did I ruin his birthday?

"I..." His words stay in his guts as Namjoon's sad face appears in his gaze. He didn't know his birthday was today. He sighs and rests his head over the headboard of the seat. 

"Shut up now! You are not even sorry? You are so…" the call gets cut off followed by the beeping sound, making Jimin look at the blank screen with crossed brows. 

It must be Namjoon… he cut it out, right?

Why are you like this, man!

Jimin grunts under his breath, thinking a lot about the step he is gonna take. His hands make their way to the cell phone as he checks the time.

Five hours.

His birthday ends in five hours!

"Let's go," he mumbles with a heavy breath and by pulling the gear, he starts the drive. 

Three hours. It would take more than three hours to reach Daegu but he didn't care, he was ready to drive for so long. And why? He doesn't know. His heart asked him to take the toll and he did. It doesn't matter if it takes him longer to reach, he'll be there before Namjoon's birthday ends. He ruined it hence he was responsible now, to make it up. 

He drove the car at a high speed but took care of the signals while his eyes kept checking the time. He was tired and exhausted but there was a sense of willingness and eagerness to reach Daegu before Namjoon's birthday ended. 

"Why the hell did you call him?" Namjoon's dragon-like fierce gaze peered at Rose's form as she passed him an annoyed look.

"Are you seriously gonna defend him?" She shrugs her shoulders. She can never understand why people sacrifice and become so empathetic towards a person they love. 

"I… he was tired and lashed out. You shouldn't have done that. What if he gets more pissed off? And I am good. We are celebrating, right? You…" his words are cut off by the girl.

"Yeah? We are celebrating? Watching a movie to repeat again and eating popcorn while we were supposed to go out and roam around!" She grits her teeth in irritation seeing Namjoon's defensiveness towards Jimin. 

Surely, that man bewitched Namjoon!

"I am sorry, okay? We will go out tomorrow. Stop getting pissed off," Namjoon pouts while Rose nods with a small smile, understanding she was ruining his birthday in one way too.

"I… I forgot to bring my purse," you mumble, turning your head away. Your chest heaving up and down in long baths while Jungkook's mouth passed a small howl. 

He nodded as you took a step behind, pulling yourself away from him. Tucking your hair behind, you take hasty steps, running down to hide yourself and your sweat. Your lip gets pulled in between your teeth as you try to hide a sob.

Meanwhile, Jungkook groans, holding his head while his eyes shut tightly in regret. What was he even thinking? 

Why didn't he ask for your consent? 

You must be thinking so wrong of him. You must be feeling unsafe. 

"Sh!t sh!t!!" He curses at himself, his hand smacking his head. His eyes lock with the stairs as he wishes that you don't hate him.

You scare him! You scare him… to a point that he fears himself, fears that he will be left hollow if you leave him someday.

He is in love, very much in love and just the thought of you getting hurt because of him terrifies him.

You lock the door with trembling hands while your lips part to allow your lungs to breathe. Your eyes shut tightly as you slid down the door. Your guts are dry as you try to gulp the aching lump down your throat. 

You know Jungkook and you understand that he didn't wish to make you uncomfortable. But he made you, indirectly. He wasn't at fault and you didn't fear him but the sight of Bushong appears every time whenever someone tries to get close to you. He scares you, his sight never leaves your shadow. You are tired of him, you are tired of yourself. 

Your lips… you know they are like a drug, calling me again and again and suck the hell out of them, 

"No," You utter breathlessly, your head digging in between your legs as you try to hide yourself. You still hear his voice, his filthiest moans, dirtiest touches. He still scares you. 

Why? Why did it have to be me? Just me!!

You are like the softest flowers, y/n…

I wonder if he has ever got to feel you…

Anyway he doesn't deserve this, does he?

"Y/n…" a weak voice, trembles behind the door calling you out, dragging you out from the nightmare. 

"I. I'm sorry," he apologizes while you enclose your mouth to suppress the whimper. 

He's suffering for what he hasn't done…

He's being punished for no reason…

You can't give him anything…

"Baby…" his voice breaks, piercing your heart as you let your tears fall. He caressed the door, wishing you'd open it. He could hear the wails and he could open the door with the extra keys but that would breach your privacy again and he didn't wish to do that. 

He sat still at his place, waiting for you while you calmed yourself. Wiping your face off, you focus on your breathing. As it goes back to normal, you prepare yourself to confront Jungkook. You just hope that he doesn't ask anything. 

Why would you run away? Are you afraid of me? Do you not want to kiss me? Do you not love me? 

You didn't have the strength to answer any of them. Because every question has a contradicting answer, and that is no! You didn't fall out of love, you weren't afraid of him, you didn't run away from him, you didn't want to push him away.

Daegu- 10km 

The board read the distance as a small smile of relief flashed on the tired man's lips. Two hours are still left and he is still ahead of time. And he was sure he could buy a gift on his way to Namjoon's house. Stretching his aching neck muscles, he blinks open his eyes back. He was exhausted and drained, he doesn't know if he will have any energy left to reach Seoul back. But he was happy that at least he reached before Namjoon's birthday ended. 

'I am sorry,' he pouts, pulling the gear while the guilt of ruining his special day fills him up. 

As he reaches the main city, he passes down the streets while his eyes keep checking on every other shop. He thought a lot about giving something good and again he failed to decide upon a thing. Strolling around the streets with his car, he was at the edge of entering the residential areas as he turned the car back and pulled across the small shop in the corner.

The gate was decorated with the vine of the Ivy bush and the lights adding the shine to the night's darkness. There were hanging veils of long leaves exciting one's heart and calming at the same time. The yellow lightning added warmth to the atmosphere while the chandeliers were arranged in such a way that they directed on the highlighted part of every plant. As he twisted open the door he was greeted with all the scents of the flowers and the other leaves. The hanging bushes trailed down their basket, adding beauty to the plants. 

As he travelled down the shop to find a perfect plant for Namjoon he stopped at a small bonsai plant. 

I love plants… you know, I talk with them. I have named them and they are close to me.

What? Are you serious? Cute… what kind of plants do you like by the way? 

Umm… I like every plant. I mean greenery is what I am attached to and love. But BONSAIS has my heart. 

Oh, bonsai. Great, great. They are small unlike you… hehe.

Yeah, 

A warmth spread across his cheeks as he remembered the conversation while his fingertips trailed to stroke the small plant. 

"Hello, sir. Sorry to interrupt you but the store is closing now. I am afraid you'll have to…" the helper gets cut off as Jimin hands them the plant. 

"This. I want this one. And if possible, give me the basket and the seeds along with it. Please," he pleads as the man nods and leaves to pack the plant. While Jimin strolled around to find anything new for Namjoon. 

Sadly, nothing catches his attention. Grabbing his small plant, he walks out of the store. He places that small box in the passenger seat and gets comfortable in the driver's seat before driving off to Namjoon's house. 

He still has half an hour and he knows he can make it in under ten minutes. He was in a relaxed state now unlike the panicking one he was in two hours ago. 

Your hand clutch on the knob as you twist it gently and let it open. Jungkook's edge passes a sigh of relief as you push your lips to force a smile. You didn't want to worry him more.  

"I am so sorry, y/n. Please. I…" He gets cut off by your low voice tone.

"It's not you… it's, it's me," your words imprinted Jungkook's cells with a knife, scaring him to death as he blamed himself for everything. 

Only if he didn't act smart and reveal Bushong's illegal activities… you would've been the same, the happiest one.

"Hug me," plead escaped your edges, follicles of hair rose high on the flesh, shivering the people in the house. Tears cascaded down the eyes of you two as he didn't waste a second to wrap his arm around you. 

Safe. Safe from every devil…

"Shhh… it's okay, we're good," he rocked your form in his arms, his palms resting on either side of your waist as he cups the flesh gently, his head on yours as he kisses your scalp while his chest engulfs your face. 

I am so sorry.

I'll not hide about my deeds anymore. I'll let you know that I am the one behind your pain soon…

I won't let you live in darkness, won't make my life happier by keeping you in blinds…

I hope you don't leave…

But even if you do, I will accept that.

You sniffled in his chest, his warmth radiating over your figure as you tried to forget the nightmare. He slowly walks you up to the bed, scooping you in his arms. His body still engulfs you in his figure from every corner as he takes a seat and ruffles your hair smoothly.

"Everything will be fine as long as you don't fear," he mutters, kissing your forehead again. His heart aches to remember how he is allowed to kiss your forehead and not those edges. 

If he was the man who Sarang left, he would've been affected. His heart would've thought more than twice before thinking about kissing you, he would've felt his love sinking after knowing someone already touched you before him… but Nah, he is the man who Y/n left. He is the man who learnt true love and its real meaning after your leave. Who's ready to risk everything, everything in the world just to make you believe that you are still the same for him, your skin is the same, your heart is as pure as it was before. 

Jimin pulls the brake as soon as he reaches the main gate of the man, the man who made him drive the car at such a high speed. He hopped down the car, pushed his hair back and adjusted his hair. Calming his heavy breaths and racing heart he takes the box in his hand. He doesn't know the reason behind his rosy cheeks, they were tinted and flushed and the harder he tried to hide it, the more he ended up laughing at himself.

Just forgive me…

Pressing the doorbell, he batters his feet while waiting for Namjoon to open the door. His eyes were constantly checking the time as he watched the minute hand passing ten, indicating he had ten minutes left. Just ten minutes left. 

"Coming," he hears Namjoon's rough, edgy tone as he licks his lips, preparing himself to hear his yelling. As soon as the door clicks open, his eyes meet the person. The person who is in love with Jimin. 

Their world stops… stops when they are together,Stops when their eyes are met,The only thing that runs and hops are their hearts,The loving hearts, beating so loud and wild that only they can hear it. Kind of giving privacy to their small, unrequited love…

Who were they to each other? Why did they reside in each other's hearts without the owner's permission?Why did they control each other's lives without actually having a hold on them?Why don't they understand that their love costs too much?Why don't they understand that it might take their everything to gain each other? 

'Just take my heart and leave… never give it back to me. Never. It belongs to you, do whatever you want. Crush it or cherish it, love it or hate it, admire it or burn it. It's yours now, honey,' Namjoon felt that, felt his heart skipping the beat as he completed the poem. He is not a poet but the words flow out of his tongue every time Jimin, a god of perfection appears in front of him.

He had this strong feeling pushing his veins and filling him up, telling him that HE is the one. That feeling never has been so strong… until Jimin.

"Happy… happy birthday, Joon," Jimin's words weren't in sync, he was stuttering but he handled himself well. The look Namjoon had on his face, so soft and so dearing that it scared him. 

How can someone be so gentlemanly to a person who ruined their birthday? 

"Thanks," Namjoon's small voice, wrecked Jimin's heart. He is not used to this softness. His flushed cheeks now ached as he tried harder to hide them.

But could he? Namjoon grinned seeing Jimin's blush as he felt a little proud of himself that he was the reason behind that blush. 

Stay… stay like that!

"I am sorry for earlier," Jimin apologizes right there, reminding Namjoon about the evening. The elder's heart aches a little as he remembers how he was yelled out for no reason. He wasn't mad at Jimin but it does hurt, hurt to get ditched every time. 

"It's ok.." He gets cut off by Jimin's hand on his buffed up forearm muscles. 

"You don't have to forgive me if you are not ready and I know it can be hard as I've always been so rude to you. I will try to be a little better," Jimin's radiant chuckle lightens up the angsty atmosphere. 

"Here's your gift, birthday boy. I hope you like it," Jimin pushes the box forward as Namjoon tucks his fingers on the ribbon, pulling it open as his gaze lands on that small plant. 

"Aish! It's so cute and pretty. Thank you, Jiminah," his words make Jimin happy as he nods in relief. 

"What's taking you so long Joonah?" Rose's voice catches the males attention as they turn their heads to the voice owner. Rose's frown turns into a confused expression as she sees Jimin and Namjoon. She didn't expect him to travel at this hour. But she was happy, happy that he tried.

"He's here to wish me," Namjoon's eyes stay glued to the younger one while Rose nods with a devilish smile. Her gaze travelled backs and forth from Namjoon and Jimin, teasing the sh*t out of them. 

She was happy yet her heart wished that Jimin wouldn't hurt Namjoon. She is protective of her friends and seeing them hurt is the last thing she wishes. 

"Minie?" Namjoon's question brings Jimin attention to the box, making him smile. 

"Yeah. I… I thought you would like this name. It will remind you of me. Jimin's small form is Min and I call myself Minie in a cute way," he felt embarrassed while explaining, the elder just caressed the muddy basket having his lover's name engraved on it. 

"I love it," the sincerity in his say fills Jimin's heart as the embarrassment leaves and only that unknown feeling rests in his heart. 

"Let's go inside. It's getting colder," Namjoon cuts his own wings and changes the topic while the other two nods and walk inside. 

The morning rolls down in Jungkook's arms as you find yourself tugged on his torso like a child. Pulling yourself together and away from him, you get up. You tie your hair in a bun while your eyes adore the sleeping man.

First night? It was the first night you both spent together. People would've gone crazy out of sexual tension in normal relationships but there was nothing like that last night, the night was full of his love and care. He calmed you, his words made you think a lot, his fingers caressed your skin. 

*ding dong*

Hearing the doorbell, you pout in sadness. You will have to leave and lose the chance to adore the man. As you jog down the stairs, you reach the door. Twisting open the door you find an unknown man with brown fur, and a few patches of ochre yellow on his skin. The height of the dog was up to your waist while his sharp jaw and that dangling wet flesh of tongue scared you. 

"Jeon bam,"