Pretty Boy Things

pretty boy things

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—drabble, 1.8k words, i wrote this to comfort my own heart as it stumbles its way through difficult life decisions (this is entirely incoherent)

“What are you thinking about?”

His question pierces through the haze of her muddled thoughts and loitering insecurities. Gentle as his tone is, his inquiry is less so. Not because of who he is, but due to the severity of the pain it causes her to answer. In a lie, of course. They aren’t nearly as well acquainted for her to speak the truth. Even her common boldness has its limits.

“Nothing. Just lost in a daydream, I guess.”

He smiles, and it’s pretty. So much of him could be deemed as such. Pretty eyes, pretty nose, pretty lips. Her gaze has lingered on the stretches of skin and lengths of bones many an occasion, and often from far away enough so as to dodge suspicion.

“Do you have space for me in it?”

His question confuses her if not outright stumps her whole. He wants to enter her day dream? Whatever for? And by God, why does the supposition make her heart flutter?

“What do you mean?”

He smiles and it’s so sweet. “There’s this—“ he makes a waving motion in the air, “—you have this faraway look on your face. I see it often these days. It makes me wonder what you’re thinking about.”

Her twinkling laugh is a breathless hue of one part exhaustion and one part amazement. That any man in this day and age would pay attention to a woman long enough to discern the subtle twist of her features is utterly astounding. The last man who had sat with her could hardly understand why she was visibly upset when he asked the waiter to split the bill on their first date. A date he asked her out on.

“Maybe I’m travelling to a faraway place inside my head.”

He scoots closer, taking her by surprise as their knees brush. Her dress does little to protect her skin from the featherlight caress of his bones wrapped in slacks. In seconds flat, her skin is firelight. “Where to, darling?”

Her cheeks flame. “That’s a bit forward, isn’t it? To be calling me darling.”

“I think you’re in Paris right now,” he says, dismissing her inquisition entirely as he sets his brilliant orbs on her quick blinks and strawberry plump cheeks. “Chocolate croissant in one hand and your phone in the other.” He smiles, and it melts her heart. “Where to next?”

“You tell me. You seem to know where I’m going better than I do.”

“Dubai, perhaps. Plain luxury.”

“Then?”

He hums and tilts his head. “Alaska, because you love the snow.”

Her body shakes with laughter. He breathes it in and feels its vibrations sink into his skin. He needs it. Needs to hear it again and again and forever. “Want to know a secret?”

“What?”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Why not?”

Her knees brush his again. He tries to pay no mind to it as she pins him with her stare. “I like it here.”

“And why’s that?”

“You’re here.”

August sun blooms across the breadth of his cheeks as his delectable mouth produces the most wondrous sound her ears have ever heard. “Ah, YN… when you say these kinds of things, it makes my heart burn.” For maximum effect, he clutches his heart. His eyes pinch together. “Does this mean you’ll take me along in your daydream?”

A laugh escapes her. “Why are you so adamant about joining my daydreams?”

“I don’t want you to feel alone.”

“Jimin…” Her heart beats faster. He’s seeing things in her which are not meant to be seen. It makes her feel exposed and naked in a way which appears more threatening than a body without proper garments. “I don’t—“

“It’s okay. You don’t have to worry about explaining yourself to me,” he cuts in as he picks up on the lilt of her voice which bleeds quiet desperation. “We all want to be understood. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

Tears prick the corners of her heavy eyes. “I’m so lost. I don’t know what to do.”

He catches a tear on the pad of his thumb as it descends her cheek. Overhead, the sky thunders. “I think Mother Nature shares your sentiment.” The small jest earns him a breathy chuckle as she blinks other tears away. “At our age, being lost is a good thing. It means we’re thinking hard about our future.”

“As opposed to…?”

“Not thinking about it at all,” he finishes, tilting his head up for the sky. Soft raindrops paint his skin luminous. “What career we want to pursue. Which life path we want to walk. Who we will share days and years with until we’re old and grey and not as interesting as we used to be.”

“Jokes on you, I’m going to be interesting forever.”

Jimin laughs, and brings his head back down so their eyes meet. His lashes are lined with fresh water. “I hope to be able to see what interests you acquire through the years.”

The deeper meaning of his simple words send her body rushing for comfort in the only place she knows she will always find it—with him.

“You haven’t asked me out yet and you’re already planning to grow old with me?”

“My manner of doing things is different from the rest,” he admits. “It’s how I manage to keep women on their toes.”

“Well, I just hope there won’t be any women after me because my toes hurt from all the pressure I’ve placed on them because of you.”

He leans in and with the motions of a dedicated lover-to-be as his fingers touch her hair. Multiple strands of midnight are pushed back behind her ear, which screams in silent agony from his avid touch. The heart of a kind man is evident even in the way his skin caresses.

“There won’t be,” he promises in a whisper for which the sky openly displays its elation as thick droplets dance down and soak their Earth.

“Jimin…”

“Yes?”

“Will you kiss me?”

He curves a hand over her jaw. “The next time you feel alone in your daydream, will you take me with you?”

“I’ll never forget.”

He sets his lips on hers as the rain continues to fall, but neither of them are very much interested in how this particular afternoon will end. Maybe with short colds and a several days of soups and hot tea. Nonetheless, it doesn’t matter. Not when he cups her face and brings her in deeper and harder and brings her into his lap so he can properly touch the parts of her he’s craved for weeks on end since their first meeting more than a month ago. Back then, they were strangers who tip-toed the thin line between friends and something more with both too naïve to see give in to their needs first.

Jimin tried earnestly not to notice her. The clever young addition to the office whom everyone laughed with at lunch and went to dinners with on Friday nights. The girl he wasn’t supposed to care so much about and dream about and worry about especially when she would fall into continuously recycled moments of dread and ill self-worth. But he has been there before and will go back there many times throughout the course of his life, and thus he knows better than anyone what it means to fall into pits of despair as a twenty-something with dreams and hopes larger than the universe. In time, her dreams have come to mean something special to him, too, and he would daft not to stand by her side as she walks her path.

The kiss he gives her is spell-binding and she doesn’t know how she will ever go back to feeling normal after this illustrious moment with his hands on her face and at her waist. Perhaps if she were to tattoo the map of his touches on her body then she would be content.

He bites down on her lip as the sky crackles ferocious. Her leonine eyes swiftly open as an accompanying whimper bathes him in clear desire. “We need to get out of the rain,” he says, though meaning it is far from his agenda. “Or we’ll get sick.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

He groans as she takes her lips between her teeth and rolls her brown irises over the length of his body. “We’ll be forced to take time off work if we catch colds.”

Leaning on her knees, she casts her lips over his iron hot ears and deliciously whispers, “I have a nurse’s costume from a few Halloweens ago which I’ve been dying to try on again.” For an added effect, she murmurs, “It’s a bit tight around my chest.”

The images of her bosom overflowing from a sexy nurse costume sets his groin ablaze. He captures her lips at once then slowly pulls her up. Before he has a chance to inquire further about any part of the daring outfit, a fellow coworker calls out for them.

“Guys, it’s raining! We need to get back inside!” It’s Claudia, YN’s deskmate of several months. “Stop making out and let’s go!”

Before she can send anymore of his heart racing with her lavish words, Jimin secures a hand in hers and pulls YN along with him. She laughs as he drags her inside then pushes her inside the closest empty office room far away from prying eyes and a snickering Claudia.

From head to toe, the two of them are soaked, though it’s the least of their worries.

Quietly, the backs of Jimin’s fingers smooth over her face. “You’re not alone, YN,” he says, meaning every bit of it, “not when you have me and an entire life to look forward to.”

“I know that now. Thank you.”

He kisses her once then two more times until they’re forced to come up for air. Softly, he places his forehead on hers and whispers, “I think we’ve managed to break every rule against office romance.”

A smirk plays at her lips. “Is that what we’re having? An office romance?”

“I plan to be even more romantic outside of the office,” he chortles, nuzzling his face into her neck. The salty raindrops have seeped into her skin there and he can’t but breathe her in. “What are you thinking about now?”

The repetition of his earlier question makes butterflies erupt in her tummy.

“Just you.”

“And why’s that?”

She stretches her neck to give him space to dot the kisses he is relentless about pressing into her wet skin. “Because I can’t imagine any future as disastrous when there’s a chance you’ll be in it.”

He stops his ministrations just for a moment to take her lips. When they pull back, he says, “There is no place I’d rather be than in your present,” he kisses one corner of her mouth, “and your future,” he adds another kiss to the other corner of her smiling mouth.

Her fulll kiss wraps him up in a brilliant warmth of surprise and sweet affection, and without a single thought, he returns it with passion and endless vigour.