Love Is Bound ‖ ✓

chapter 22

Smile should be a good thing, right? Well, it is but anything in excess is just a disastrous. That is exactly the case here. Y/n has been smiling so hard since the little incident that people around her started to think that maybe she is crazy. Just a little bit.

"Someone's having a good day..." Jennie interrupts her dreamy stare at the flowers and her smiley smile flickers. " 'Mnot. It's just another day", y/n eyes the other with her peripheral vision, checking if she bought her excuse. "Just another day with Jimin?" Jennie smirks playing along with her white lie.

"How- How do you know about him?"

"I'm the president of the newspaper committee, y/n", Jennie replies as the both of them come to a halt next to the counter. "But how?" Y/n can not give up on the questions bubbling in her mind. "Everyone knows what happened outside Namjoon's party."

"To be honest, no one ever thought Jimin would burst out like that. He's usually a very calm sort of guy. There must be a reason he fought those guys for you. Words spread faster than you know." The girl shrugs as if it is designed to be that way. Y/n is in a trance. Should this be her cue to worry or feel special?

"Also, I have seen you two here a couple of times. So that was just a cherry on top to my confirmation", Jennie grins, cutting her out of the trance. The brunette feels her cheeks burning at the rush of those fresh instances through her mind. "It's nothing like that. We- we are just friends."

"Good, and it should be that way. You are the last person I want to see getting hurt, y/n." At that, the brunette shoots her complete attention towards Jennie, who is indirectly repeating what the blonde's parents' were implying the Eve's night.

"What do yo-"

"As I said— words spread faster than you know." Does Jennie, by any chance, knows what went on the insides of the Parks. But before y/n could question her further into the subject, some customers intervene them with their orders.

'What is that supposed to mean? Is Jimin hiding something?'

| 12:07 P.M.

Y/n puts a utensil on the stove, pouring water into it almost till the rim. "Okay, yes that was easy. See y/n, you are doing it. Fuck Taehyung and his saxophone. You can cook yourself." She brushes her damp hair back.

Oh, here's a funny story behind her damp hair. She was cooking or well, maybe. The brunette first bathed in soup and then bathed in water. Can you blame her though? Cooking after let's see never years, of course she is most likely to mess up.

Ding dong!

"Just let me cook in peace people", she complains to herself, nonetheless went to answer the door. The bell rings again, much to the brunette's predilection. "Coming!" She yells in frustration.

"It's a door bell not a—"

She is shut up by a kiss. Oh! What a warm way to welcome yourself. Y/n does not get the time to see the face but she can tell by the roughness, the worked up callused hands, these straight strands of hair that perfectly fit into her grip. It can only be Jimin.

Heavy airy moans wafts in the air other than the door being slammed shut. A rough course of goosebumps are on it's wake as Jimin lifts the other. His hands settling beneath her thighs. He pushes her up against the wall, back arching at the slightest because of the opposing temperature.

Jimin after a good hell of a minute, what seemed somewhat satisfactory to him, he pulls apart. Brushing his thumb over her lips, he admires his work of art. "I missed you", he smiles ever so innocently placing the girl on her feet.