Friends With Benefits - P.JM | 18+

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"I have a break at 10:15.. You?" I responded.

I go off the chat, waiting for your response.

"Jimin is typing..."

My chest tightens as I watch the three little dots swerve up and down. Seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours.

What were you going to say?

"Jimin has sent a chat."

The little notification sits at the top bar.

Once again, my heart hammers, it felt as if it would plummet out of me any second now.

It was silly wasn't it? Knowing what we were, yet, hoping for something more-- no, believing there was something more. That was my toxic trait, wasn't it?

It was fun, having you sit besides me. Laughing. Constantly taking off my glasses and putting them on yourself, making jokes about random things, talking about random things, it was fun.

I was your typical introvert, you the typical extrovert.

"We can't tell anyone, I'm well known." You said.

You were? Weren't you? Everyone knew you, fuck, everyone wanted you.

I opened your message.

"Let's meet up again."

My eyes lighten up at the memories of our first ever meet up. Your thumb strokes my cheek, your eyes on mine, I could see the slight shyness on your face, you were mirroring my own expressions.

It felt nice. I felt at ease. You weren't bad, were you?

You were acting so differently from what I expected.

This. This was the guy who asked me for my nudes? No, I refuse to believe it-- the truth is, I chose not to believe it. That's my fault. That's my responsibility.

I saw those red flags, but suddenly, to me, they were green.

Stupid, I know.

However, I couldn't get myself to believe them. You were so perfect, in my mind. You were so amazing, in my mind. That's the thing-- in my mind.

I created a character which wasn't who you really were. I glorified you, I romanticized you, yet, none of it was true

"Jimin is typing.." pops up, again.

The same feeling, the same reaction as the previous times was taking over my body. Watching the three dots bounce as I stare intently.

"Jimin has sent a chat."

I brace myself before opening,

"I'm waiting outside, princess. Come."

My breathing accelerates. My heart races, the pumping was vigorous. I wanted to move, yet, the excitement had me unsure. I wanted to go, but I was nervous.

Oh, you were the devil. You constantly took my breath away. I had so much to say, but each time, I couldn't. Just the thought of you, yes, you. The idea of you looking at me, had me frozen.

You were intoxicating me.

Yet, I didn't mind? I was losing my mind, yet, I didn't care. I wanted this, and this alone.

I finally give in, scurrying towards the gate. The security guards smile as they give their usual little wave. I simply nod and rush towards the traffic lights.

There you were, across the street, already waiting for me.

My mind spins.

There you stood. Park Jimin. So handsome, so beautiful, you were the definition of perfection.

You send a smirk in my direction. Oh, that smirk, that smirk does wonders. I couldn't even explain.

I send a soft smile before crossing the street myself. You pull me closer to you before we begin walking to our usual spot; the abandoned little building.

We head inside. Your hand moving the door for us, you made sure you were gentle and kind. Was that part of the act? Was that also part of your little game? Let's just pull her deeper until she's addicted, right?

The minute the door clicks shut. I'm pinned against the wall, your hands wrap around my waist, one towards my chest, the other towards my thigh.

I had insecurities, mainly, my body; I was insecure of my chest, my thighs, the parts you touched.

Yet, it felt nice. Your touches felt genuine. They felt loveable.

I wasn't very into physical touch, you knew, by our first encounter. Yet, somehow, I found myself wrapping around you. My arms, they were pulling you in, why? You were there, you wanted me.

You slightly leant down before leaving a peck on my forehead. I didn't say anything-- my hands simply clenched onto your jacket. I purse my lips and smile softly. I was on cloud nine. You were taking me so high, without even realizing it.

We stayed like that for a few minutes-- caged in each other's arms. Your warm breath fanning across my face. It felt as if I was hugging a bear-- cute.

"Your breath is warm." I simply mutter.

You chuckle, "Should I move away?"

I shake my head almost immediately. You shouldn't move away, I didn't want you to move away.

You laugh once again before you're slowly moving towards my ear.

"What were you doing in math?"

My breath stops.

You knew.

"Nothing?" I simply say, it was clear I was lying.

Yet, I couldn't own up.

"Nothing? Really? What were you doing with your pen?"

This time I buried my head into your chest, I couldn't face you.

A bubble of laughter leaves your chest as your hand makes it towards my neck, rubbing my nape slowly.

"Tell me, princess. What were you doing with your pen?"

I sigh, "Writing the answers."

You smirk.

Your arms pulling me in closer, your head buried on the crook of my neck, "You know exactly what you did, princess."