Dirty Dancing with a Goddess

Chapter 10

Your POV:

Jimins been acting weird since that night.

Nothing much has changed really, atleast Jimins been eating a little better compared to when we first met. Perhaps after the instant noodle disaster he'd rather not risk ever tasting something produced with my culinary abilities. Oh well, that worked out for the better. 

Other than that theres been this big buff guy following us around, he waits outside the door and ushers Jimin into cars on the way to and fro wherever the day takes us. At nights a different buff dude waits outside Jimins house though, he says they're his friends but won't say another word regarding them. 

He really thinks I don't know what a bodyguard is.

But he's anxious, always pacing about with a limp, constantly looking out his window and leaving for work and back at different hours each day. The worst of it all, last night as I tried sleeping in the guest room thats conveniently next to his room, I could hear vague sniffling.

And a girls name, Heeji.

What if this is it, this is his revolutionary thingy, I need to find who this girl Heeji is and then ... then... I'll figure it out when I find her.

And bing-badda-boom, I'm scott-free and he's happy.

Life on Earth isn't as easy as I expected.

A smooth cold surface presses against my cheek disrupting my train of thought. Jimins now standing beside me, holding the end of his cold water bottle to my face.

My brows furrow at him, leaning away from whike the corner of his lips raise in the slightest. He puts his bottle on the table after having his moment of fun.

"Today," he begins, pulling the chair out, his hand pointing at himself then me, repeating the action several times "shop...ping."

Shopping! Oh I've heard about this, it's written in the books on mortal life, they find great enjoyment on purchasing items and- why is he pulling the books closer?

That cursed pile, all I've been doing day and night is writing the alphabet and he then marks it, using Koogle translate to criticise my work. It's very oddly threatening to get scolded via robotic female voice.

Heck it's not my fault some of the letters look similar.

"Shopping, after." He flattens the page of the book, opening it and sliding it over.

"No."

"Yes."

"Ani."
(No)

"Oui."

"What the-"

He smiles as if he's won, placing a pen in my hand indicating I don't have much of a choice.

Maybe I should just tell him the other method, the way I've managed to learn several other languages, a secret shortcut for the gods. Right, it's more efficient for our situation after all and just a simple kiss never hurt anyone before?

He adjusts his spectacles, back of his hand accidentally brushing past the edge of rosy full lips. All I need is a brief moment of contact and voilà, no more studying.

"Oi, oi.." he taps the book again, leaning in a little closer.

His lips are right there, I should... I can't.

I could? But then he'd probably actually kick me out.

Reluctantly, I turn back to the never-ending worksheets and continue writing.

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"No... nnnn," Jimins lips pull to the sides as he stresses the 'n' sound, an action he's repeating for the fourth time tonight while pointing at a character in the book.