Symphony

Jimin

Work was driving me crazy.

There was so much to do in so little time. These past few months, I threw myself into work and the weeks have just gone by. The weekends went just as fast as they come. I had fallen into a routine – wake up, work, eat, work out, sleep and repeat. If I was lucky, I would get time for a night out with friends.

The deadline for a major product launch was fast approaching but despite the pressure, the overtime, the nerves, I loved it all. Work served as a great distraction from my otherwise lonely life. I loved what I did and on top of it, it payed handsomely.

I hate to brag but, I have done well for myself. In a few short years after joining the working world, I was now recognized as one of the best in the industry. Being a perfectionist had on some occasions worked against me but I am glad to say that worked well for me in my career. Seeing the ideas in my mind come to life is truly orgasmic.

The company had two more months before the new product went live and I was at the center of it all. I loved the challenge that came with it, despite that, I always looked forward to the weekends. With my crazy schedule; I had learnt how to compartmentalize. This meant that, I never carried my work home. Work-life balance was a priority for me.

I was especially looking forward to this weekend because I had planned a lot of fun things. I would be at my mom's on Saturday for most of the day and hang out with my friends – Yoongi and Hoseok – on Sunday afternoon.

Yoongi was back in town after two years in London and I could not wait to see him. Even though I had met up with him a couple of months back on my business trip, this was different. He was moving back home.

Meet Yoongi – best friend, creative director, music genius and drop dead handsome with deep brown eyes that perfectly complimented his gummy smile. He was one of those people with calm personalities. When in his element, which was most of the time, his spirit animal showed – the cat who came to play. He laughed freely, became soft, playful, hopeful. Otherwise, he was grumpy like a grandpa and liked spending his free time sleeping or locked up in his studio. When he told me he was finally moving back home, I was ecstatic. I made him promise to keep me updated and the three of us would get together when he was back.

Then there was Hoseok, otherwise known as Hobi amongst his friends. If the sun was a person, it would walk the earth as him – he was sunshine personified. There was never a dull moment in his presence. His witty jokes and upbeat personality drew people to him like a moth to a flame. He was the loudest voice in the room wherever he was. His conversations were buoyant and intended to be heard.

On every subject he was opinionated and if you didn't agree with him he never got angry, he just pitied you for not understanding the “correct” way to think about it. But if a friend, or even an acquaintance, was in trouble he was right there with both boots on. In any crisis he took charge, steered the most efficient course through the problem and never stuck around for any "thank you". You could forget to call him for a month or three and still he'd be happy to talk to you. It was like he had been born without the ability to harbor a grudge, though I suspected it was in there, perhaps reserved for people he expected more from.

Hoseok, Yoongi and I went to the same university. We found each other on an apartment search. While staying at the dorms was a great way to save money, we all felt that it was a bit restricting and far from cozy. I found an ad of a three bedroom shared apartment online. When I went to view it, I found two people there – Yoongi and Hoseok. There's something about people that draws you to them – like an instant connection, it was that way with them. A few weeks later we moved in together and spent the next two years of university making memories and helping each other through the motions of university life.

Yoongi – was a musical genius who I had the pleasure to experience firsthand what he could do with music chords. He one time produced and directed a whole stage in campus. It was one of those summer concerts that universities organized and it was incredible to see our friend do what he did best. With this I had seen a whole new side to him – he came alive in stage – no longer the sleepy, lazy guy I always saw at the apartment.

Hoseok was a dance major. Anyone who saw him dance could swear he didn't have a single bone in his body. He lived for the stage – it was his world and it was sacred to him. I couldn't take my eyes off of him when he was on it and I never met any other person who matched his talent. With each swaying movement of his hips, with each alluring twist of his body, he told a story. Without speaking a word he conjured what the audience felt underneath, bringing even the hardest of hearts to smiles and tears.

"You have a dancer's physique,” he always said to me. "Come dance with me sometime." He relentlessly invited me to joining him for dance practice and after months of convincing, I finally gave in and slowly but surely fell in love with dance. I found dancing was a great way to work out as we as relieve stress. That is how dancing became my past time. When everything felt suffocating, he and I would go to the studio and immerse ourselves in it.

These two lovely humans were my anchor. Even though we were a year apart in age with me being the youngest, we got along well, had a great time and extremely enjoyed each other's company. It was especially difficult to part when our careers called us in different directions after graduation. Hoseok moved to the States for a year and a half to further his dance career before he came back to establish his own dance school. Yoongi on the other hand moved, to London to work with a major production company. And I, after a six months internship in Paris, I came back home to work in the company I currently work for after being scouted.

When I met Yoongi on my business trip, he confided in me that he felt it was time to move home and explore the untouched talent in his motherland. Plus, there wasn't any other place like home. I was excited that the gang was finally back together after such a long time.

I would spend the Saturday with my loving, fussy mom. She always doted on me and spoilt me silly, I easily got away with a lot of things when it came to her. If you saw us interact you would think we were siblings and not mother and child. She wore so many hats when it came to me – mother, father best friend, confidant, sounding board and even sometimes a sister.

She is the one I ran to whenever I have a creative block at work and also the one I ran to when I was having a tough time in life and I needed a friend. Considering the pressure I was under at work, I could use a fresh perspective and my mother’s second opinion. It was fun bouncing ideas off her. Even now, she's still had it. I loved her mind, it aged not. Seeing her was always like a fresh breath of air. I realized lately she has been worried about me – the lack of a romance in my life for a while now seemed to concern her more than it did me.

We talked about work and life as we worked on our new recipe in her professionally done kitchen. Having travelled a bit during her work years, my mother acquired a taste for good food and was always eager to try something new. This led her to take up cooking as a hobby and I could attribute my appreciation for foods from different cultures and exemplary cooking skills to her.

It was a perfect uneventful Saturday afternoon that ended with us watching one of those romantic comedies that left us rolling in laughter with tears in our eyes and aching ribs.

"Mom?" I called her as the closing credits of the movie rolled up. My head on her shoulder.

"Mnnhhh?" She hummed facing me as she caressed my hair.

"I am okay." I told her reassuringly. "I know you worry a lot about me, but I just want you to know that I am okay."

"I know honey! I am just being a mom. It's my job to worry, " she replied and pulled me into a hug.

"A little longer", I whined when she tried to pull away.

"My lovely baby", she laughed as she gave into my childish whims.

"See you next weekend?? Italian?" I looked at her with a cheeky smile.

"Definitely! I wouldn’t miss it for the world."

I stayed a little longer for her world famous hot chocolate and left after a goodnight kiss. I loved the way she never bugged me about moving back in with her. A part of her, though unwilling; understood that I needed space – you know being grown and all. I felt that my living away from her brought us closer to each other because it gave us a chance to miss each other and also the freedom to go about our lives without inconveniencing the other. I would be too cautious if I lived with her.

I had to prepare for picnic Sunday and so I got the picnic basket and blanket from storage as soon as I got home and set it out on the table. I prepped the things that needed to be and decided that I would fill it up the next morning with the rest when I went grocery shopping. It had been a relaxing day but I was still tired so after I washed up I called it a day, went to bed excited for the next day with a feeling that a new beginning was around the corner.

"Yes!!" I shouted in the hollowness of my flat punching the air as I walked into my bedroom. I jumped onto my bed and broke into a little dance. Excited as a word couldn't cover what I was feeling. I lay my head down and was out like a light not long after.

~

He straddled me pinning me onto the bed. Strands of hairs escaped his mane onto his face slightly covering his eyes. I could see his perfectly sculpted body under the thin shirt he was wearing. He looked so majestic. The way his pants hugged his toned his thighs was a sight to behold. His slender waist and perfectly toned abs under made him look like he came straight out of a catalogue.

God must have taken his time creating him. For sure, God has favorites.

A smile danced on his lips and I could the twinkle in his eyes. There was also a fire behind that twinkle. It was that fire that drove me insane and set my body on fire.

I could feel his strength as he pinned my hands above my head and thrust his hips into mine. The bulge in his pants was impressive. Damn! He was hot. I wriggled under him trying to free my hands because I was dying to touch him.

I loved the way the bedside light glistened against his skin... against the tiny drops of sweat on his forehead. How could sweaty be so sexy? What is wrong with me? He was absolute perfection.

He seemed as enjoying teasing me and watching me squirm under him. The smirk on his face told me so. My breathe hitched. The warm wet kisses he was planting on me wrecked me and he took his time sweet time exploring my neck, nibbling on my sensitive spots.

"What do you want? Tell me exactly what you want," he whispered into my ear. His voice was raspy and rough and I could tell he was just as turned on as I was. The thought of him wanting me set blood pumping angrily through my veins.

"I want you," I replied trying so hard to control my breathing. How is it that I lost my cool by just hearing his voice? He lifted himself of my body and looked into my eyes. Not wanting to give my emotions away, I averted my eyes.

"Look at me," he gently commanded as he cupped my face with his hands. "I want to see those pretty eyes."

His eyes. Those eyes couldn't lie. I could get lost in them. It was like star gazing. They exuded, love and protection, security, patience and respect. Just looking into them, I was transported millions of miles away into another universe.

He traced my lips with the pad of his thumb and gulped. I could see he was dying to kiss me. His breathe hitched when I let the bubbling soft moan in my throat escape my lips. I wanted to taste those lips and thinking about it, I involuntarily closed my eyes.

He slowly and painfully closed the distance between our lips. At first it was gentle and sensual. I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand as a pleasurable shiver coursed through me. Running his hand through my hair, he tugged at it and pulled my head back deepening the kiss… heartbeats rising… blood coursing through my veins… like a hungry lion he growled as he felt my bulging member poke into him. He trust his hips to meet mine and sensually grinded into me.

We matched each other’s rhythm. I opened my mouth and let him explore my mouth and like a beautiful symphony out bodies gelled into each other. I reached out under his shirt and ran my fingers down the middle of his back. I felt him shiver with pleasure as he arched his back responding to my touch. Beat by beat we ground into each other, our hips moving as one, our lips exploring each other’s mouths. He tasted like strawberries.

"You are... s-so delicious!" He said between kisses as he buried he face in my neck and planted butterfly kisses on my collar bone. I thought my heart would explode through my chest. With one swift movement, he pulled me up and pulled my shirt over my head. As I pulled my hands out of my shirt I hit my elbow on the edge of my bed. The pain went straight to my brain and I let out a shriek of pain.

~

Opening my eyes, I found myself on the floor.

"F*#*!!" I shouted colorfully as I hurled my pillow across the room.

I was hot and bothered, hard and pulsing that it hurt. I was panting and out of breathe like I had just run a marathon – erratic breathing, sweaty, tired and jelly like legs. I took deep breathes in and out and worked at steadying my breathe. Closing my eyes I tried to think of every unpleasant thing under the sun as I willed my painful hard on away.

This is the first time since I started dreaming about him that I saw his eyes. The faceless mystery man had been appearing in my dreams for the past couple of months and today I saw his eyes. It felt so real.

"Get your head out of the clouds" I slapped myself to snap out of it and placed my cool hands on my face to cool my heated cheeks.

The shrill ear-splitting sound of the alarm clock interrupted my train of thought. Could this get any more frustrating? I got annoyed. I could punish it if it wasn't an inanimate object that didn't feel pain. I growled and pulled at my hair as I got up.

“What the hell was that???!!!! Arrrgghhhh!!!!” I shouted angrily and walked into the bathroom.