11
Be my mess and I'll be yours. 

Daehye stood in front of a grave, Lee Grace engraved with silver letters and the whole gravestone made of white marble. Everything was explained but rather than being at peace to how she gained more knowledge of Jimin's past and why his behaviour was so unique towards only Daehye she was instead at a standstill.

Her heart was feeling heavy with an invisible weight, as if someone was there pressing the tip of the dagger. She knew what losing the only one person you would have relied on in your darkest times was like but to have fully wiped them off the planet, to not see them anymore? That was a thing she was new to and would rather die herself than go through it.

Jimin quietly put the bouquet and replaced it with the old dried flowers and put the box of chocolates there. He kissed the moon shaped locket of the chain and tears flooded his eyes. "I wanna give you a hug." Daehye held his cold hand and a sudden chuckle escaped from his mouth.

"I want one." He looked at her with glassy eyes and she immediately put her arms around his neck. The grip around her waist grew stronger and she felt tears on her shoulder. "I miss her Daehye, I miss her so much." Jimin finally cried and she continued to brush his hair and move her hand up and down his back.

The world felt unjust, what did Jimin perhaps do to lose his everything? He gave Grace all the love he had but she left him? And what did Daehye do? Trust someone more than herself when she doesn't believe in humanity anymore?

"It's gonna be fine. Let it out, I do this too- you know crying on others, but promise me you'll try to come out stronger than before even if it's only a fraction of a fraction?" Daehye cupped his cheeks and looked in his eyes, red and his face covered with a black mask.

She pulled the promise card. Was all Jimin could think of. "Promise." He intertwined his pinkie finger with hers.

"I understand you Jimin, maybe not fully but I relate to an extent. The loss you went through is unexplainable and undeniable but I just hope that y-you don't compare me with her." Daehye whispered and looked at their intertwined pinkies. Jimin didn't really say anything but pulled himself in her embrace again.

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Three days passed, without any further communication and with a lighter feeling in her heart. Daehye thought of asking him if he was doing okay but she just assumed that he was busy with his own things and didn't really have any time to reply to her boring ass.

Late Friday nights were the thing she craved the most and now when it was finally here she could relax a little. So at eleven in the night she was currently bursting Chase Atlantic's music through her speakers, not worrying about her neighbors cause there were none in close proximity to her large studio house.

She fumbled while bringing all the novels from the corner of her bed and put them all in the small library section she had while singing the lyrics in sync but was soon interrupted by a doorbell.

"Who the fuck is here at this hour." she said tiredly and grabbed the white stall and covered her bare shoulders to avoid catching a cold. She opened the door and her eyes went wide for a second, a very sweaty Jimin with his hair wet and his black t-shirt almost sticking to his chest and his biceps, his hand flipping his hair. 

"Hi." Daehye rubbed her nape and the cold breeze hit her bare legs, the silk lilac mini nightgown was making her feel naked and making the goosebumps visible. "May I come in?" Jimin tilted his head and asked for consent.

"Sure." Daehye opened the door wider and he got in without hesitating. "Of course who would avoid a hot daddy like me?" Now that he mentioned it Daehye felt in favor of teasing him.

"Daddy? More like a babyboy." Daehye scoffed and Jimin turned to face her, his eyebrows raised. She gave him a pursed smile before unlocking her phone and showing a pic of him in a chimmy onesie. "Hence proved shortie."

"You're smaller than me." Jimin hissed and gave a very sarcastic pissed off look. "By what? Five centimeters?" Daehye snapped back and looked at him confused.

"Whatever I'm not your maths homework- hence proved shortie." Jimin mimicked her voice and approached the staircase but he was suddenly stopped in his tracks when Daehye spoke again. "Sir if you were my maths homework I wouldn't have minded doing you."

Jimin wanted to come up with a response but instead just stared at her with his lips parted. "Butter." He just used a song reference of his band and dropped his duffle bag and held her wrists before rubbing his wet sweaty hair on her neck.

"YAAH!" she yelled, pushing him back. "You smell amazing." Jimin smirked and she gave him a 'fuck off' look. "Yeah because i just took a fucking bath." She hurried to the kitchen and wiped her neck from a wet towel.

"Are you just gonna stand here and check me out or do you have any plans for getting a bath?" she felt a pair of eyes glued to her and whipped her head in sideways direction. Jimin rubbed his nape before hurrying towards her room.

Daehye just shrugged off the feeling and went following his footsteps towards her room. She buried herself in her bed and covered her bare legs with the duvet before grabbing a small notebook from her study table.

Emerged while doodling, Jimin entered the room with his hair dripping with water. He stole a glance at her, her hair tied in a messy bun and her intricate collarbone visible, her lips in a slight pout and looked more fuller than they already were due to the pink- reddish shade of lip balm.

"I forgot to bring my shirt." Jimin wiped off his head from the towel. "It's fine I'm not easily intimidated." Daehye said, still looking at her notebook. Jimin nodded along and went to the dresser and started blow drying his hair.

"You should leave your hair down for a while." Daehye closed the notebook and looked at him, his back muscles flexing whenever he moved, he definitely did look intimidating only in a pair of black sweatpants. Maybe she was overawed by him now.

Jimin looked at her for a second before a smile got plastered on his face, without wasting a single he jumped on the bed and crawled towards Daehye and face opposite to her, "what?" she chuckled and he brushed her non-existent bangs off her forehead with his finger.

A blush creeped her face, a chill running down her spine at his touch. "You should leave your hair down too." Jimin held her hair tie and pulled it, her hair immediately falling on her shoulders. "Don't you get a headache? They are tied most of the time." Jimin continued and put her hair tie on his wrist.

"They weren't tied when i first met you or when we had a-" she stopped mid-sentence rethinking her decisions to give him a clarification. His eyes had an appealing questioning look. "And when we had a makeout session in your car." she stared right through his eyes.

"Yeah, that is certainly vivid." Jimin looked away and his ears turned to pinker shade. "Blood rush." Daehye teased him and caressed his earlobe. Out of the blue Jimin ripped off the duvet from her before smashing his lips into hers. For a second she processed the situation before she closed her eyes.

Jimin hovered on her before she lied flat against her back and he on top of her, his arms on the either side of her head and he kept a small distance so that his chest wont brush against hers but when she bit his bottom lip he closed the distance and pressed his hard chest hard against hers. Her lips parted and he wasted no time to get his tongue in her mouth. His tongue fought for dominance with hers and she squirmed when he bit hers while brushing his hand on her thigh.

His hand went to the side of her thigh and he stopped when a lacy cloth brushed against his finger tips. Jimin's mouth traced her jawline and his eyes closed making sure he would mark every inch of her neck. He stopped when he found a soft spot and without any further delay his teeth bit her soft skin. "Jimin." she controlled her urge to moan but when she gripped his hair and moaned his name a smirk formed on his lips.

His mouth again connected with hers and his tongue again devoured the caverns of her mouth, his hand slipped in hers which was on the side of her head she squeezed it with all her might. As if the makeout session wasn't escalating Jimin grinded himself against her, the silk cloth and the lacy undergarments which should have added a layer against his skin and hers was now just making Daehye feel even more naked, as if her bare arms and legs weren't enough.

Jimin grinded again and now she arched her back, the kiss became sloppier. This man's dick is bigger than all people's existence combined, was literally all Daehye could think about. When the need of oxygen was anew he separated his mouth, their eyes snapping open as if they came back to their senses.

A strand of saliva still connected their lips and his intoxicating eyes looked in hers, her heart was beating so fast that she was afraid that even he could hear it's sound, it was as if her heart was a wild beast threatening to come out of its cage. After a few seconds she wiped off the strand and looked away and Jimin moved beside her.

His chest was heaving and no matter how much he tried to get a track of his breaths she just kept finding a way to make his adrenaline supply high, for a mere second he just stared at the ceiling and got a flashback of what he just did. "Come here." He spread his arms and pulled Daehye closer to him. His chin on top of her head and he brushed her soft hair, she could hear his palpitations and for a second felt glad that she wasn't the only feeling like that. There was pindrop silence but it was so inexplicably beautiful and tranquil, in each other's arms they started to find peace.

"I wasn't really able to concentrate on my work today, I felt uneasy......." Jimin said huskily, his voice octaves lower as her ear was pressed against his chest. ".......I thought of reading something but it left a room for thoughts to linger and then I went to workout- release all my frustration. That didn't help much either." he continued and Daehye looked at him.

He kissed her forehead, "but when I came here, I kinda felt at relief." Jimin whispered and she kissed the tip of his nose. "That's a relief." Daehye was for a second feeling helpful, if she wasn't helping herself then at least she was of some use to someone else.

"You kinda- you know make me forget about something I want to move on from." Daehye said and he looked at her with wide eyes. "You make me overthink." She cracked up and he pushed her away,

"Someone is angry." Daehye pulled herself back to him, "you do that to me too." Jimin whispered, his tone and expressions now serious, no more eye smiles of the two or any teases.

"It's mutual?" she asked him. "Very much I think."

"Be my mess and I'll be yours." Jimin said unconsciously, "use for providing a shoulder, maybe more- close enough but not emotionally hurt each other." he continued to share his thoughts.

For a second they both thought and thought- the same thing over and over again, they would trust each other, be there for each other but in the process not hurt each other emotionally- which kinda meant not for falling for each other, having no kinds of expectations or whatsoever. No expectations, no feelings then who the fuck had the audacity to hurt the other?

"Nice ass deal." Daehye said while listening to the rhythms of his heartbeats while laying on his chest, her eyelids slowly feeling heavy. "Can say yes." Jimin would have continued to talk if we didn't see her eyes close and steady breaths.

Was he selfish to do this?

Is he too desperate to start a new chapter of his life?

Or was she too selfless?

The answer was neither. Though if they were replacements for each other's past remained a mystery.

Feelings? Fuck that they would rather die to have it all the way again.

The search for an answer never left, it would even come as nightmares dressed like daydreams.

The sun entered through the glass ceilings and window panes, the light grey curtains letting streaks of sunlight enter the room. It took a while for her to adjust to the brightness of the room, Jimin meanwhile had a deathgrip around her waist, his face in her neck, soft snores coming and his warm breath hitting the part where he bit her previously.

"Morning." he said in a sleepy voice, butterflies flooding in her stomach, "did you sleep well?" Daehye asked him and he sleepily nodded his head yes, he closed off his eyes again which implied he would stay in the bed for a longer duration.

She deeply sighed before gently holding his arms and pulling herself away from him and she went straight to the washroom. She let the warm water run on her body, it soothed her muscles and had a calming effect. Though she didn't want to, she eventually had to turn the shower off.

With Jimin still sleeping on her bed, she tiptoed towards her wardrobe and took out her undergarments and a pair of black denims and a plain white shirt, her one hand holding the towel covering her the entire time and tiptoed all the way back to the washroom and shut it for the better good.

Whilst opening the door back Jimin was sitting on the bed rubbing his eyes and his hair messy. "What do you wanna have for breakfast?" Daehye sat on the edge of the bed and ruffled his hair.

"Uhm- I'll skip breakfast for now. I just remembered I had to go to Jungkook's." Jimin yawned and inhaled the soapy smell and the fragrance of perfume diffusing in the air when she sprayed it on her neck and her wrists.

Jimin ripped off the duvet from him and stretched his back while getting up. "It's fine maybe next time." Daehye smiled, "and yes, here's a fresh t-shirt, I stole it from my brother and it's oversized so I think it'll fit." She handed him a white t-shirt and he smiled and took it, without saying a word she left him in the room alone.

He freshened up as fast as he could and packed up his belongings and descended downstairs, he saw Daehye eating cereal with milk while scrolling on her phone. Rather than going to her his steps took him to the small library space.

"All of your books are in english." Jimin spoke up and dragged her attention. "Yeah, my korean is a nightmare." she fiddled with her books and continued to pack them in her bag.

"Besides there weren't many Koreans in the US." Daehye continued and Jimin's eyebrows pinched. "You were in the US? For how long?" Jimin grabbed two books and walked up to her.

"Born there- spent 17 years before coming here." Both of Daehye's parents were immigrants, her mother came for further studies, her father to make more money because of his brain- both of them ended up getting married to each other.

"Let's have a discussion on that sometime." Jimin said and opened his mouth to speak again. "It's saturday- do you have a class?"

"Yeah I have two but then I'll be free." Daehye picked up her car keys and so did Jimin, both of them approaching the main door together. "I was wondering........." Jimin nervously said and looked down at his feet.

"Yeah?"

"Maybe if you'd like to have dinner with me?" Jimin anxiously said he was tensed up and felt like a neurotic mess. "Park Jimin, are you nervous?" Daehye laughed and stopped him from wearing his mask and looked at his expressions, his eyes looking everywhere except her.

"Just say yes or no." Jimin whined and held Daehye's wrist, "fine after all it's just an informal hanging out type of dinner right?" she questioned him, trying her best to make him ask her again- properly.

"No please don't come in your hoodies and sweatpants- ugh you're really gonna make me say it?" Jimin kept his hand on his waist and glared at her. "No, you don't have to say it- I just like teasing you." she shut the door and he walked towards his car

"See ya at half past 7." Daehye smirked.

"I hate myself bye."

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Help my brother is becoming one of those 13 year olds who scream profanities and thinks about sex in every possible way- and he just turned 12-

Also- NEVERTHELESS! I love the drama so much that I gave a reference in this chap- hardcore fans will be able to tell where, also Song Kang T-T why is he so perfect???

Vote please, it motivates the fuck outta me.