You knew you had to make a choice but you never knew it could be this hard.
 

He came to you in the night, like a thief but the only the he stole was your train of thought. Lust or Jimin both meant the same. He was seemingly innocent, legs crossed as he sat, observing you. Of course that didn’t last long as you soon found yourself pressed against the wall. His hands placed on either side of your head, his mouth barely tracing the rim of your lips.  He’d whispered something about choosing him now, so he could relieve you of your desires. He was enticing and you were in so much bliss that you only noticed the absence of his presence when you reached for his shirt to pull him closer.