“Fuck!” I groans from the bedroom, making Jimin sprint to the bedroom to check if I'm okay. The sight in front of him as Jimin smiling lightly in adoration. I struggles to zip my dress, the tight-fitting black dress that usually fits me perfectly. The twins bump making it difficult for me, and it’s date night and I really wants to look pretty for Jimin who happens to love the tight-fitting black dress.

“Baby-” Jimin says softly as he steps closer. I looks at him, small tears forming in my eyes.“I can’t zip it Jimin.” I almost sobs, “I can’t fucking zip it.”

Jimin stands behind me, hands resting on my hips as he looks me in the eye through the mirror. I sniffles as I lets my arms fall to my sides, head falling back against Jimin’s shoulder. Jimin presses multiple kisses to my cheek, watching me through the mirror.

 
“Can’t you wear something else?” He asks softly, lips still against my cheek. I shakes my head in protest. “I know how much you love this dress, so I wanted to wear it,” I mumbles. Jimin can’t help but smile at me, his heart almost bursting with the love he feels.

“Just wear that new one I bought the other day,” he says before turning me around to face him. “You’ll look beautiful no matter what you wear.” A blush creeps up my neck and to my cheeks, making me smile softly at him. “Yeah?”

Jimin nods, “yes baby.”

I finds the white dress that Jimin bought the other day, slips in on and it zips over my babies bump. And I struggles to get my heels on because when I'm pregnant my feet tend to swell up. Jimin assures me that sandals would be fine, but I not having it and finds another pair of heels. Jimin chuckles as he watches me walk past him and out of the bedroom. He sighs with a smirk before following right behind.

"Baby it's fine let's stay home and have a movie night?" Jimin asked. "Okay" I sulked

We went downstair and walked to the living room, I grabbed the remote and "what do you want to watch" i asked binging through Netflix

"Put on a scary film" Jimin smirked

The air seemed to be drowning in thick tension, terror bustling in my veins as I held onto the edge of my blanket. I scoffed to myself: modern technology had really evolved so much: the large television screen amplified every emotion especially whilst watching horror movies. It felt like the heinous predators would jump out of the screen any moment, making me piss myself.

The darkness in the room and eerie music from the television made it impossible for my mind to gravitate elsewhere. My body was taut as I held my breath while the stupid main characters died one after another in the haunted villa.

I looked to far right at to Jimin who seemed quite unaffected by the countless jump scares. Even whilst watching a terrifying movie, I didn’t see him bat an eye.

He was too brave because he's a mafia.

“Why’re you always choosing horror movies on our date nights, Jimin?” I bitterly muttered, my annoyance visible in my tone. Every weekend, we both watched a new movie and he chose horror every damn time.

Jimin looked away from the screen, his eyes reading mines. His silver hair attractively fell like curtains on his forehead, disheveled and messy.

“Because they’re fun,” he monotonously replied. His response made me speechless. “Fun? What part of large scale  man-slaughter and cannibalism, fun?” I cried, disturbed at his reasoning. Horror movies just gave me vivid nightmares and trauma.

Jimin’s lips curled into an unapologetic smirk as he glanced back to the television screen. I glared at him narrowly and then resumed watching the movie. A few minutes in, another terrifying scream erupted from the television and my body grew cold, my blanket now scrunched within my clenched fists.

“You’re shaking,” Jimins soft voice pulled me out of the gory massacres of the movie. He swiftly scooted closer to me as his arm found its way around the small of my back. He wrapped me close to him, my face resting against his chest.

My chest ached with joy as I heard his heartbeat, trashing against my frame, sending vibrations through my body. His familiar lavender scent washed over me and ignited a deep fire within the pit of my stomach. I scent mixing with his made my toes curl in pleasure. I liked stealing some of his sweatshirts. The warmth of his breath cascading down my forehead sent tingles down mynspine, making my heart ache with jitters. It was the feeling of being beside him that gave me pleasure.

The movie watching experience was ten times better with Jimin holding my body.

Jimin’s arm around my frame never loosened. My warmth embracing him gave him the unfamiliar feeling of a home. His head was filled with me alone, so much so that he didn’t even know who the hell the main characters were in the movie; a week of pent up frustration from not seeing me starting to quench as my warmth diffused into him, making him feel like he were a part of me.

He dug his nose into my silky hair, acting subtle so I wouldn’t catch onto his motives. He wanted to run his fingers down the long strands all day, but he couldn’t. No matter how weak I had him, he didn’t want that side to be seen by me.

He surveyed me, and rechecked for any signs of awareness but seeing the intense emotions in my eyes, he realised I were sucked up into the haunted world of the movie.

He silently smiled to himself and inhaled my scent. My fragrance was so therapeutic, a fresh breeze of comfort to his exhausted body. His insides squeezed in joy. I were like a heavenly addiction, fulfilling his needs, comforting his emotions.

“Jimin, that woman was the imposter all along!” Automatically, his eyes regained its indifference, the smile of his lips disintegrating as he peeled his eyes away from me to the screen.

I looked up at him while snuggling in his chest. Jimin pretended to be immersed within the movie and then looked down at me; he almost stopped breathing seeing my lustrous, wide eyes looking up at him like he were the only one on this planet. His breathing became shallow as he quickly nodded, and looked away from me.

I stared at him doubtfully and then it dawned upon me. His eyes were cold but his body said otherwise. He was so warm and his heart was beating so heavily, my stomach flooded with a mass of butterflies.

“Jimin, who’s the imposter?” My heart was skipping a beat as I tried confirming my doubts.

He visibly froze, my question catching him off guard. His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed his nervousness like a deer caught in headlights.

“Why're you asking me that? Aren’t you watching?” He counterattacked, hoping this would divert my attention.

I stared at him for a good minute and then looked at the television screen. “Yeah but I was just wondering if you ever doubted that blonde haired lady. She looked so innocent, asking for help and stuff.” I watched his reaction, waiting for his response.

Chills travelled down my spine as I realised what had been happening these past few weeks: why he always suggested on watching horror movies.

“Jimin, there is no blonde haired lady asking for help in this movie,” my breathy voice made him flinch and tense up. I had never seen Jimin outrightly display his emotions but right now, I could see the little rims of his ears going darker red, a pool of redness pumping through his cheeks as his bottom lip trembled.

Processing, I grabbed the remote from his lap and turned the television off. My heart was thudding against my ribs as I observed Jimin’s clenched fist.

“Why’re you making me watch horror movies when you don’t like them yourself?” My voice was so soft and airy, comforting him.

I were currently having the time of my life, watching my rigid, formal boyfriend emotionally overwhelmed and embarrassed.

“Answer me Jimin,” I dared him.

He gripped his nape and sighed, his nose crinkled with reluctance. Very softly, his words held I astounded.

“So you can get scared and hide into my arms.”I almost gasped, my body shrivelling as a feeling of mystical happiness engulfed my chest. My heart palpitated as I stared at the man who owned my heart, feeling the corner of my eyes burn.

“Why didn’t you just—say so?” I whispered. He looked up at me, his eyes hinting of annoyance. “Because,” he muttered, his words caught in his mouth. I waited patiently. I would wait forever for him, only Park Jimin.

“I don’t want to scare you off,” his honey skin looked so flushed. Seeing him, my body instantly warmed up too.

“Jimin,” his name fell from my mouth like butter. Then earnestly, I climbed on his lap, my leg on either sides of him, facing him. The bold response made me fluster, my cheeks flaring up as I stared into the grey mists of his eyes.

His reaction was instant. His body became taut under my heat as he gazed into my eyes with a suffocating intensity. He instinctively pulled me closer, pulling me into him. Closer, closer until two bodies mushed into one, not an inch of space left in between.

Jimin’s chest was heaving in a way I never expected. His eyes were darker than usual, thunderously grey and passionate with a whirlwind of emotions erupting loose; his body was hotter and eyelids heavy as he stared at me with an intensity he never let I see before.

My words were cut short as his hand held the back of my head and like a desperate wolf, he pulled my lips into his. Every fibre of me being sprung to life. It felt like all the happiness of the world was thrown at me so suddenly, I couldn’t contain my emotions. His moist lips feasted on my mouth and impatiently invaded me with his tongue.

My audible panting was almost embarrassing but I could hear him struggle to breath as well. While he rendered me breathless, his mouth drank from within me like a thirsty stray dog. His arms around me had I locked, unable to escape, nor did I want to.

As I panted to inhale some air, his lips peeled off my mouth, up to my eyelid; he kissed one and then the other. He was breathing so heavily with his nose, my heart faltered at the sounds. He ran his fingers down my silky hair strands and dropped tantalising kisses down my cheek, to my chin and my nose.

“I-want-to-steal-you-away-from-the-world,” he confessed, in between mind numbing kisses. He then buried his nose inside the crevice of your neck, inhaling me shamelessly. “If I could, we would run away,” the hurling emotions he had kept inside were pouring out like unforeseen rain.

He kissed my neckline, tasting and inhaling every inch of me. “I can’t get tired of you, y/n,” his soft words tugged at my heart, making my eyes well up. I were so overwhelmed by his love, and my love for him that my vision was becoming hazy.

“So no more, horror movies?” I muttered resentfully against his lips. His eyes opened again and a soft smile illuminated his mouth as he kissed my plump lips again, not getting enough.

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