An old friend agrees to help make your crush jealous...but what are his motives?
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"Wait. Don't tell me. You like Taehyu-mmphm"
"Shhh!" You slap your hand over his mouth, pushing him back against the wall. "Will you shut up??"
"Well if you wanted...
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*author's note: this chapter is slight mature content. If you are not comfortable, please skip!*
His words surprise you, but you find yourself that much more invested.
Without diverting any attention from you, Jimin hands the driver his phone with the address, his other hand finding its way to the hem of your dress.
His fingers press greedily into the skin of your thighs and you can feel his arousal growing beneath you. No words are spoken—your actions speak for themselves. It's a sort of magnetic attraction neither of you knew you had.
Despite that, and the growing need to devour him, your conscience is screaming inside for you to fight this. You know where this is headed, and as much as it excites you, you have to resist it.
"I'm on my period."
Lie.
"I don't care."
Damn. You tried.
He continues to consume your thoughts and energy in the confined space. The weight of your mutual desire makes it hard to focus on where you are or where you're going.
"Jimin—" HIs name falls off your lips in desperation—your own body betraying you as his lips nuzzle into your neck.
"I have a boyfriend." You can't give in.
He doesn't let up, placing hot, searing kisses down the length of your jaw, before returning to your lips. He kisses you with hunger, like he's been starving for weeks.
"Mmm not yet." He hums, smiling cheekily into the kiss, gliding his hands up to firmly grip your hips, the fabric of your dress drifting with them.
That's enough.
Your hand finds his chest to help you breakaway, and though you can't help but notice the firm expanse of muscle under your fingertips, you give him your best "Are you kidding me?" look, hoping it ruins the moment.
No such luck. His confidence doesn't falter. His tongue pokes his inner cheek in an attempt to hide the growing smirk of amusement as his eyes drink you in fully in this aroused, messy state.
He reaches his index finger under your chin, pulling you closer and hovering his lips above yours, making you go back on your decision to control yourself.
Fucking tease.
"Your words baby, not mine." His hushed whisper is sweet and smoky, making you question who he is and what he wants.
This is a new Park Jimin. The Park Jimin that everyone knows and loves. He's cool, confident, rather...dominant, and fucking sexy.
You can't even see him well in the dark, but the way he handles you makes you want to follow him anywhere. It's demobilizing, and not at all how you thought you would feel when you saw him again.
