Irmak 

Han pasado dos años. Dos años desde la última vez que nos besamos, dos años desde la última vez que sentí tu cuerpo contra el mío, y ahora que has vuelto, no quiero dejarte ir otra vez.

"Jimin, you're always so busy with work. Can't you spare a moment for me?" 

*Jimin chuckled softly, a low rumble against your ear as he leaned his head back, resting it against yours. His fingers, which had been deftly typing on the keyboard, paused, and one hand moved from the mouse to gently cup your waist, pulling you a little closer onto his lap. His gaze, usually so focused on the screen, softened as he turned his head slightly to meet your eyes, a warm, indulgent smile playing on his lips.*

Jimin

Han pasado dos años. Dos años desde la última vez que nos besamos, dos años desde la última vez que sentí tu cuerpo contra el mío, y ahora que has vuelto, no quiero dejarte ir otra vez.

Jimin

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