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Jimin doesn't say anything, he sits there with a deep look as he watches his girl in the middle of the crowd. His sights didn't leave her as she was the only thing that could keep his attention. It was as if everybody and everything disappeared as she was only person important enough. Amara was beautiful in his eyes, anybody could see that considering the way he stared at her, although she was beautiful no matter what but there was something about the way she danced as if she had no care in the world.
Jimin lets his thumb trace his bottoms lip, pinching it a little as he tried not to let himself fall in too deep. Amara knew she had his attention, hands trailing up and down her body as she twirls her hips in a circle. As she turns her back to him, amara looks back to catch his eyes— Jimin was watching her backside before trailing up her back while leaning back a little with his legs spread wide. With knowing of his eyes on her, Amara bends over a little seeing that it was a teasing movement for him, he couldn't get enough of her ass. That fact was proven when suddenly he was behind her, hand traveling to her neck making her lay the back of her head onto his chest.
"What game are your playing?" Jimin whispers in her ear, with a certain accent that she recognized as his satoori. This had her shivering. Even though it did, that didn't stop her from rolling her hips into his.
Tossing her head into his neck, she replies, "Game? I would never."
"Oh really?"
Jimins voice was raspy, lips ghosting over her soft neck before placing light kisses on the way down to the back of her exposed shoulder. Instead of replying, Amara sighs into the feeling of his mouth massaging into her skin, while he does this he doesn't hesitate to grip onto the end of her stomach, forcing her lower body into his own.
"You like that?" He wonders aloud— noticing the soft sighs coming from his girlfriend. Even though he said it in Korean, Amara still understood.
"Yes baby."
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"God my fucking head hurts." Ray groans, head tossed onto the counter as he holds his forehead. Amara couldn't help but to laugh, eying the pained male as she takes a sip of her water.
"I thought I told you to control yourself last night," Amara grins, "knowing you can't handle your liquor."
Ray just groans in reply, ignoring her light insult. Right then, Jimin walks in with a hoodie and his almost skin tight shorts, hand running through his bed hair. Jimins eyes were puffy along with his face and Amara couldn't help but to coo at his just woken up look. When he reaches her, she just had to take ahold of his cheeks, gently holding his face while she grinned at him.
