Good Night.

Author's POV

"For you."

Those words left your lips and Jimin froze. Not because it was something new for you to get into a mess and fights, but because no one has done this for him. Care for him. Fight for him... Let alone take bullets in their back for HIM.

You lay still on your side, back muscles coiled tight like a spring ready to break. While Jimin stared at the wounds through the thin white fabric of your shirt.

After what felt like an eternity of silence, thoughts and held breaths, Jimin exhaled sharply through his nose.

Jimin:"Y-You took these...for me?"

A pause.

You:"Yeah...for you."

Jimin (whispering): "Why?"

You didn't answer. Can't.

Jimin propped himself on his elbow and stared at your head.

Jimin:"Tell me. Why?" he demanded.

Only he can demand and command you like this. Because someone else would live another second to see the world if they dared.

You exhaled sharply through your nose.

You:"Sleep. Don't overthink it."

Jimin (annoyed): "Bullshit. Tell me why did you take these bullets for me?"

You finally moved. Not to touch him, but to face him.

You:" What does it look like to you?"

Jimin:" Probably... Someone said something about me and YOU just killed them."

You (rolls your eyes): "That's just half of it you know."

With a sudden movement, He grabbed your wrist as you were halfway to again turn away from him.

Jimin (stern voice): "Look at me while I'm talking to you."

You froze as he grabbed your wrist. Stunned that he touched you for the first time even it was to demand answers.

A beat passed.

You:"Fine."

Jimin (satisfied):" Good. Now start speaking."

You sighed, defeated in front of him.

You:"I was in a meeting two weeks ago. The bastard said something about you and I could take it anymore and things turned messy... But the bastard was lucky. He's alive. "

A pause. Then, you continued in a proud tone.

"I didn't let him go on his own legs."

Jimin stared at you like you were a Martian.

Jimin (disbelief): "you... actually did that?"

You:"anything for you."

Jimin (heart skips a beat): "you're crazy. No, you're insane."

You (smirk): "insane? Nah. I call that mentally creative."

Jimin (deadpan): "you don't have a brain to be mentally creative."

You chuckled while he let go of your wrist and flopped back on the bed, now staring at the ceiling. You didn't face away. Just watched his profile.

The sharp angles of his jawline illuminated by the moonlight spilling inside the room through the floor to ceiling windows.

His silky, long blonde hair sprawled out on the pillow like a golden ink. His pink plump lips softer than a rose in comparison.

And just thinking about kissing those lips, to feel them over yours, made your heart skip multiple beats.