Twenty Two

                                    

                                          
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"Ghost of You" by 5 Seconds of Summer
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"So I drown it out, like I always do, I'll chase it down with a shot of truth"
"Too young, too dumb, to know things like love. But I know better now."
"That my feet don't dance like they did with you"
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Jimin let Yoongi pull him backward, their bodies meeting the mattress like some slow motion ballet. There was an intoxicating quality to the way Yoongi kissed him, almost consumed him. Was it all just a distraction? Were all of them just living with the ghost of people they loved undulating between them? Would there ever be any peace?
"Wait." Jimin grabbed Yoongi's long fingers when they curled into the bottom of his shirt, a persistent motion that couldn't truly be stopped.
The word was swallowed by lips that pressed furiously toward his own, breath that sucked against him, confused him. He wanted this, always wanted it. He loved Yoongi, he desired him, would give anything to be his, why had he let their scene end?
If he'd kept his dumb mouth shut he could be in this bed with Yoongi's delicate lips kissing away pain that radiated to every corner of his skin. Instead all he had was the dull ache of Yoongi's brief moment of wrath and a kiss that made him feel too vulnerable and exposed.
"Don't confuse me hyung." Jimin finally managed to twist his head away, he felt like he was gasping for air, his lungs collapsed in his chest.
"What is confusing?" Yoongi's lips had found his throat, the edge of teeth nipped across his Adam's apple, hands pressed him into the bed.
Yoongi was on top of him in a slow fluid movement, his shirt scrunched upward, his stomach and chest revealed to the warm air of the bedroom. His legs spread across Jimin's hips, Yoongi's body pinning him below. He was overwhelmed but wanted more. Jimin captured his lips, he didn't care, there were too many things that left him feeling like the floor was gone from under his feet. Yoongi felt like home, Jimin let his own hands trace along firm muscles of his arms.
"I wanted to be yours. I was always afraid to ask." Yoongi had pulled back, biting Jimin's bottom lip almost to the point of pain before moving downward to mark his collarbone.
"Why would you be afraid?" Yoongi raised his head, Jimin couldn't tell how he'd taken the admission about his hunger to be claimed by the older man. His face was placid as always, inscrutable.
"I wanted you to want me, love me, but that's not ever how you felt for me." Jimin felt the words sink into his stomach, why was he ruining this too?
"You know I love you." Yoongi brushed his thumb across Jimin's pulse point then kissed the other side, but it didn't have the intended effect to dull his overthinking mind.