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6. JIMIN

It had been a big day yesterday, all Jimin needed was to sit by himself, out the front on his front porch and put in some earphones and listen to music. His older brother, Park Jihyun came out and sat beside him, "Jimin, Mum wants you inside for a second. She wants to prepare a place at the table for Ara. Ara was Jimin's girlfriend and best friend. She was very cute according to Jimin and very short.

Ara had never met Mrs. Park before or even Mr. Park but Jimin had warned her about the mafia on the first day they'd met in Busan, but she didn't care much at all. She was just happy to be around Jimin in total honesty. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and opening it was the beautiful Moon Ara.

"Hello, Mrs. Park. Hello, Jimin." She smiled and bowed reverently, "May I come inside?" Mrs. Park constantly started nodding and bowing as well, eyeing Jimin for the catch that he'd been able to make on such an impressively sweet girl. And Ara and Jimin sat down as Mrs. Park went to her servants to get the meals for the breakfast.

"Here..." said the cooking servant, whom they all called Cho. And she placed some plates of kimchi toast, Korean scallion pancakes, Korean sweet potato lattes and some dalgona coffee in front of them, bowed respectfully and went away back to make some cookies and things.

Cho had been in the family for at least fifteen years, so she'd had some experience you could say, cooking for one of the best families in Busan, South Korea. She did have family working for the Jeon's, who were the other mafia family living in Busan, but Mr. Park made her drop all communication with them straight away.

"This looks beautiful, thank-you, Mrs. Park." thanked Ara as she dug into her Korean sweet potato latte that had blossoming hot cream dusted with cinnamon on-top just waiting to be devoured by none other than the latte addicted Moon Ara. Mrs. Park nodded and dug into a Korean scallion pancake whilst Jimin took a bite out of his kimchi toast.

"How are your American friends? Are they enjoying South Korea so far?" asked Jimin to Ara. Ara had been in America for over ten years when she was younger and spoke fluent English. When she came back to South Korea, that's when she met Jimin. Her American friends visiting and so far, they found it amazing.

"Oh yea! They love Busan the best." stated Ara, "Here." Then she preceded to get out her phone and open to some pictures of them. Jimin couldn't help but laugh at the first one. It was Ara and one of her friends on a roller coaster.

Ara was screaming and she looked like she was going to throw up. "We were in California. That's me as you can tell. That's Nereida. Behind us, that's Nicole and Sara." Ara laughed.

Her friend on the other hand, was throwing up, on the person behind her. And to make matters worse, her vomit stained hair was in Ara's face.
"Come on, Ara." He smiled and the two left Mrs. Park who was also silently chuckling to herself.

They went into Jimin's room and the two collapsed on his bed. "I'm sorry about my mum. She's kind of silent when my Dad isn't here." Jimin winced.

Ara petted his head softly and she comforted him gently, "it's okay. It's really fine. My dad's always away on business and not always in the country so I relate exactly to how you feel." Jimin looked up at her and smiled a motion-less thank you.

His eyes drifted up to hers and it was over. His lips caught hers in a hard kiss, driving them apart with the force of it. There wasn't much gentle about it. Ara felt the bed rattle against her legs as he shifted, going to press her against it, taking her face between his hands.

Every thought in Jimin's head exploded to a pure, pounding white, and he felt the dark curl of desire beginning to twist inside of him, bending all his once rules, snapping away that trembling bit of restraint that he'd once had.

"No." He whispered, bringing his lips back to hers again. It was just like it had been any other day - she slid her hands under neath his leather jacket to pull him closer. The low groan at the back of his throat, a small, pleasing noise that set every inch of Ara's skin on fire.

"Yes."