You have been with Jimin for a month and a half now, and you know how to get under his skin. You sit in the dressing room, prepping yourself for the interview with BTS. Your dress..~was explicitly picked to turn him on. After all, he deserves it! You saw him having fun with acquaintances you didn't know..~to make it worse, it was females who adorned his presence. On top of that, he doesn't answer your calls or text for a week. "Really..~Mr. Park, we will see who suffers now!" You uttered to yourself as you ran your hand on your abdomen, smoothing down your dress as you looked in the mirror. "Dressed to kill!" You say out loud as you bit your bottom edge.
You make your way to the stage and sit on the armchair across from Jimin. A coffee table separated you two as the other six men shared an oversized sofa that sat beside you and Jimin. Jimin's eyes graced your body as you sat in your chair. You crossed your legs at that moment. He knew you weren't wearing panties..~his dick twitched in delight as he bit down.. ~hard on his bottom lip. You briefly made eye contact with him, and you wanted to rip his head off with the anger that was building inside you. However, you kept your cool and smiled and told everyone there, "Hi!" It was time for the interview to start. Keeping your cool and anger in check was more complex than you expected it to be.
You asked each member questions that the viewers wanted answers to. Now, it was Jimin's turn. You were more than ready to start your game of torture for the selfish act he did to you a week before this interview. You let the anger take over your insides, yet still poised on the outside. Taehyung dropped his pen, and you went to pick it up for him since it fell by your leg. "Perfect!" you thought to yourself as you picked up Tae's pen. Your breast slowly rolls out the top of your bra and seeps out the low neckline of your dress..~till they pop out in all their glory. Jimin's eyes nearly jumped out its sockets..~ like it could grab on to them titties of yours. His nails dug deep into the armrests of his chair. You hand Taehyung his pen, and he thanks you and winks. Jimin wanted to explode when he saw Tae wink at you, then Tae kicked it up a notch..~licking his lips as he smirked. You wink back and shyly smile at Tae. He firmly held your hand before letting it go with his pen sitting squarely in his palm. The guys knew at that point, Jimin was pissed and sexually aroused. So they did their inside joke routine..~hoping the audience wouldn't pick up on it. Jungkook drew a picture for Jimin, and the audience thought it was cute. A donut with a banana going through the middle.
If looks could kill, all six members of his would-be lifeless. Oh, how you love this moment; everything was playing in your favor. The curtains closed, and the boys headed backstage except Jimin, who was seated right across you. He was dissecting you with his angry but feral gaze. You uncrossed your legs..~spreading wide, giving him a great view of your bare slit..~that he wasn't going to touch anymore. You stood up from your chair when you saw him foaming at the mouth. You were about to walk off the stage when he grabbed you by the wrist."Where do you think you are going?!" Jimin hissed out as he gritted his teeth. "It's none of your concern we are over." Your stare..~just as mad as his. One of your coworkers called you for a brief meeting. "I'll be there in a sec Kaya." You looked back at Jimin, "Unhand me!" Your eyes traced to your wrist that he held onto tightly. He let you go..~you left for the meeting. Jimin's thoughts went crazy; he kept on hearing your voice say. "IT'S OVER!" He saw something shiny on the floor..~it was your one-month anniversary gift from him. The platinum bracelet he gifted you. His emotions were going berserk as he slowly saw you fade away from his gaze. ____________________ PART 2 COMING SOON!!!
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