She is gifted in the ways of Jiminâ she can read him like a book. A fact she prides herself on; especially when he gives away that sheâs hit the nail on the head. His voice is soft as he speaks to her and sheâs leaning closer, not because she canât hear himâ she wants to be closer to him. Thereâs always that need to be as close to him as she can be, sheâs learned long ago to not be ashamed of it anymore.
Heâs scared and itâs so damn endearing that she nearly coos in response. Tongue moistening her lips, she sets her hand on his cheek and turns him to face her. âDonât be scared, Iâm here.â She wasnât going to say it but, after catching hold of his gaze, the words came out of their own volition. Fingers brushing along his jaw, she thinks of ways to comfort him. There are several that come to mind, each one making her blush in that bashful way of hers. Instead, she slides her thumb along his bottom lip and wills her gaze to stay locked on his own. Her eyes had a way of wandering and getting her in all sorts of troubleââ only when it came to him, though.
"Itâs a new beginning."Â Philosophical mumbo jumbo. These are the kinds of things her mother would say (and had said when sheâd been informed Jimin was having some sort of operation).
There is fluttering in her stomach at the brush of his lips to her cheek and she closes her eyes. Her mind is telling her: Go for it. Do it now. âJimin.â She doesnât even realize that sheâs said his name because her voice doesnât sound like her voice anymore. But heâs speaking again and she clamps her mouth shut, having lost her nerve just as quickly.
"I get to play nurse." She grins. "Arenât you excited?"
Instinctively, heâs drawing her in closerânot physically, but rather, just inhaling her scent and taking her all in. Thereâs something about Seulgi that calms his fussing; thereâs always been something inside of her that relaxes him. More than that: Jimin just feels at ease, feels himself, around her and thatâs more than anybody else has ever managed to do for him. Without thought, heâs nuzzling her palm, a throaty hum bubbling at the comforting warmth of her fingers.
Jiminâs eyes flutter openâhe wasnât even aware that he had shut them. Flitters his fingers to rest over hers, pressing them just a little harder than feather-light on his jawline. Heâs thumbing at the back of her handâsheâs so softâand then heâs puckering his lips against her thumb. His fingers arenât as long, as manly, as heâd prefer, but they still manage to fit around her dainty wrist, and sheâs so delicate underneath them.
He smiles, bottom lip thinning underneath her thumb. âYou sound like your mother.â Of course, Jimin has only been around her mother a few times (he can count on two hands), but heâs going off of what Seulgi says about the woman. âBut it is like a new beginning, isnât it?â It certainly feels soâJimin feels like heâs about to be reborn.
âHm?â His eyes are shut again. He noses her cheek andâ- stills quite suddenly, eyes being wrenched open. âYouââ His voice is squeaky, and highâhe clears his throat. Out of nowhere, her cherry blossom tinged scent is driving him more crazy (in the best way possible, of course) than usual and he presses his knees hard together. And the grin on her face tells him that she knows exactly what sheâs doing.
âOh, god. Youâre so not fair.â








