Have you ever had the chance, to feel a fire burning in your bones as slowly as a drip of honey, as fierce as the roar of a lion? Had anyone's lips ever felt like a hook that had fished your soul from the depths of your existence and had brought it to flicker in need of a touch? The claws of desire wrapping around your throat, make you feel like a prisoner, too weak to say no, too unwilling to even think of resisting.

Yet the fear of the consequences that could follow, was a veil in his vision that he couldn't overlook. It was the only thing that was keeping him from concurring your lips right that very instant, as temptation was literally seated in his lap and the eyes in which he could lose his all, were staring right in his.

"I think you drunk more than you should have." Jimin's words escaped his lips in a fragile way that betrayed the fact that he was hanging by a threat, his eyes unable to halt themself from leaving his gaze to lower on your lips.

"See...you lied...you are rejecting me too." You smiled as you pulled your face slightly away from him, having proven your point, without even seeing how this situation and your actions could bring hell to any man.

"It's okay, I am not offended. I will work on my seduction skills with time." You lightly patted his chest as you giggled, finding your own words funny as you didn't really care much to be seductive or attractive to anyone.

"And if you do? Will you come and test them on me again?" A smirk formed on his lips as he spoke, part of him already looking forward to that, for maybe just maybe, in the future he would be able to reciprocate in this kind of moment, without any fear or regrets.

"Why not. Strangely enough, if it's with you, it doesn't feel that wrong to me. Like...I don't think I would have dared go through with any of the script scenes we did if it was with someone else...You are certainly strange don't get me wrong. You are totally bizarre and even unsafe at times...but you give off a reassuring feeling...I don't know, it just feels like, you wouldn't criticize me no matter what." Your words had his eyes looking at you with happiness for that certainly was the most beautiful and touching thing anyone had said about him in a long while and you definitely wouldn't have uttered those words under any other circumstances for even to you, when you had thought of them, they had felt odd.

"Oh is that so...can I know what other thoughts you have about me?" He decided to take the chance, his head tilting to the side as he brought his hands to rest at the sides of your body, slightly touching you.

"You are trying to take advantage of the fact that I am drunk, aren't you? I won't fall for it. I may be tipsy but I am not dumb." Your reply cracked him up, for he couldn't help but imagine how embarrassed you will be when you get sober and he certainly didn't plan to let you forget about this, anytime soon.

"Of course, you are smart baby. That's the reason you are here, to begin with...however I wanted to ask you something."

"Sure, ask me anything."

"Are you gonna remain seated at my lap or...not that I mind but you are moving a bit too much and..."He trailed off, letting you to understand on your own what he meant, and once you did, you instantly stood up and walked away, your back turned on him while you had a mild crisis inwardly.

His peal of laughter didn't take long to follow, however, giving you the impression that he was joking and as you turned around to see him again, judging by the way he raised his eyebrows playfully and smiled, you got certain that he had said that to make you panic.

"You know, maybe we shouldn't drink together again. You really start stepping on lines." You accused him and he lowered his head laughing at the absurdity before he stood up from his seat.

"We will see if you will have the same opinion tomorrow for I certainly see only one among us who is truly stepping on lines." He approached you and you scoffed at his implications, finding it ridiculous as certainly, that wouldn't be you. You had done nothing after all.

"Are you trying to twist things so you can be the one at right? I hate when people do that...dad used to do that."Without you even noticing, the fact that you were subconsciously thinking of your father, surfaced.

"Come on, let's get you to rest. I think we had enough for tonight." He suggested to you, intentionally having overlooked your previous words for he wasn't sure if it would be okay for him to address them in any way.

"I want to sleep on a bed. Couches are uncomfortable." You told him as you let him take hold of your forearm and he reassured you that he had plenty of rooms and you could certainly occupy one comfortably.

He lead you towards some stairs which you halted at because they were swaying slightly and you couldn't figure out where to put your step, making Jimin giggle a bit more while witnessing that.

"Should I carry you?"

"Shut up. I am concentrating." You hit his arm lightly while you squinted your eyes on the stairs, making him throw back his head and laugh in an inaudible way.

You managed to finally make some steps up, with him making sure that he had a better hold on you so you won't end up falling flat on your face, and once at the top of the stairs, you turned around and gave him a look full of confidence, as if to brag at him that you managed to do it alone.

"Whenever I feel depressed from now on, I will get you alcohol and call it a day. You are the best entertainment I have had in years." He praised you, yet part of his words left you the impression that you should be at least slightly offended.

"Pay me, clowns aren't free." You retorted, making him almost lose his balance from laughing.

"I will pay you alright, just get in the room." He tried to collect himself and opened a door for you,  and you walked in and straight out went and left your body plop on the bed that you found.

"You better pay me soon~. I don't like waiting~" Your muffled voice reached his ears as he had walked up to the closet, intending to get a blanket for you since he couldn't afford to give you any clothes to change for he barely had clothes of his own in this residence.

"Patience is a virtue, they say. You don't look like a person that likes rushing things to me." He pulled out one that caught his sight and walked up to you who were now laying flat on your back, looking at the ceiling.

Once his face came to view however, you averted your gaze on him, staring intensely at him as he proceeded to carefully lay the blanket over you and tag you in properly.

"I don't like being patient...I don't like waiting...because the thing I was waiting for the last time I can remember, never came at all." You uttered as your face had fallen into a poker face, and he left his eyes to meet yours, sensing something in the atmosphere that he just couldn't ignore this time. 

"Would you mind sharing what that thing may be ?"He took a seat at the side of the bed while he maintained the eye contact and you left a bitter smile to appear on your lips before your gaze averted back to the ceiling.

"The day my mother died...I was waiting for my father to show up...Even though he had abandoned her and me way before that day...I naively thought at least on her last day, he would show up." The alcohol in your veins became the strength and boost that allowed you to touch upon a topic you never had out loud, for every time you were to recall those days, it felt like someone was draining all your energy and was taking you back to the pit of darkness you had once been in.

"...I waited for him at the hospital, I waited for him at her funeral too...I waited and waited. I wanted him to cross that door, I wanted him to come and remind me that they weren't both dead but just one of them...I wanted him to come and hug me, hold me, let me cry those damn tears I couldn't express...Yet to the very end, he didn't show up...he paid for everything but didn't show up...I was patient and I waited but ultimately...the only thing he made me understand that day was that he will never come through for me...No matter how much I was to wait, no matter how lost I was to be...I will always remain the one he abandoned."

Your words were spoken all with that smile on your lips that made Jimin's chest feel tight as he listened, for pain was dripping from your eyes in a way he could relate to. 

"Waiting is for fools Jimin. Some people just aren't meant to receive what they deserve and I am one of them. " You concluded, as you brought back your gaze on him, only to be shocked by how his eyes had gotten filled with tears.

The sight of his emotional face, moved something inside you, for it was absurd and you had never even thought of anyone ever, to acknowledge your pain, even to the slightest yet he seemed like he was reflecting your insides through his orbs, like a mirror that related to pain and felt sorry for you in a way that didn't make you feel offended that he was pitting you or anything among those lines.

"Ah, forget about it. It's in the past. It's okay." You tried to make it sound like it was no big deal and it wasn't something that was still aching you, even though it does, yet he didn't seem to believe you for his facial expression didn't change.

He brought his hands slowly up to your head and cupped your face in them tenderly, making you unable to look anywhere else but him as he proceeded to lean forward and gently plant a small kiss on your forehead.

An action that had left you with eyes wide open and a mind that had come to an instant halt, while a strange warmth erupting through your veins, taking over all your chest area.

"You are loved...you will always be loved...and you will get much more than you deserve." He whispered right before he pulled back and left his eyes to meet yours again.

"Believe in the things you can't see...even if it feels impossible...one day, you will have all you long for."

"You know...I have come to admire your positivity. The way you hang on hopes and seem to look at love. It contradicts my viewpoint but I still admire the fact that even though your hopes don't have any solid base, you never abandon them, you never let them break. I am afraid I am too realistic to be like you." You avoided his eyes as you let him know of your honest opinion on the matter, for even though you appreciated the fact that he was trying to comfort you, part of you couldn't allow yourself to hang on to unrealistic expectations.

Being let down hurts after all. Experiencing your hopes crumble and becoming submissive to reality was a mistake you didn't want to do ever again.

"You aren't too realistic Y/N, all you are is too sane still. That's why you try to avoid pain and heartbreak, but ultimately I think we both are aware that such a thing is impossible. We just have to choose from which people we would rather break. Which experiences are worth the ache. And love will always be worth the risk for me." He retrieved his hands as he replied, his tender and understanding gaze, leaving you for the first time in forever, feeling like rethinking your perspective on things, even though that thought was quickly dismissed by the fear of getting hurt.

"You are braver than you look, you know that?"

"I can be brave for both of us if that is what you will need." He flashed you a smile full of kindness and you fell silent for a bit, thinking in which way he could actually do that for you too.

"Can you really...help me overcome my fear of love?" You questioned him, in a tone of voice that sounded more like you were pleading him to actually try and help you. 

"I don't really know how, but I give you my word. I will make your heart beat again." He raised his pinky as he spoke, waiting for you to take it, and once you did, he gifted you a smile, for you had unconsciously just given him the boost he actually needed to truly be brave.

Brave enough to leave any worries, any inconveniences and realistic thoughts that would keep him back from giving it a go. Brave enough to allow him to think and want the illusion that he truly had a chance to conquer your heart.

---To be continued...