sᴄᴀɴᴅᴀʟ | ᴍ.ʏɢ + ᴘ.ᴊᴍ

Ⅻ

"How's this?" Jimin asked.

We were close, my body pressed against him; his hand on my chest.

"Now look up at him." The photographer directed.

I looked down to him, his cheeks incredibly red as I suddenly smirked; leaning closer as I whispered.

"Are you nervous?"

We got out of the van.

It was late, probably 9:30 or 10—the shoot with GQ had finished at 9.

I held Jimin's hand as we walked. "Do you live with any of the other boys or on your own?" I asked, standing at the elevator with him as he hummed.

"By myself, though I had the option to live with one of them if I wanted."

"Why didn't you?"

"I'm happy on my own." He replied, smiling as he laughed lightly. "What about you? Mister grump."

I rolled my eyes, laughing along as I pulled him into the elevator. "I have Holly."

"But he's a dog Hyung, that doesn't count."

"Fine, I don't like people." I stated simply, the quiet hum of the elevator disturbing me before Jimin cleared his throat.

"You don't?"

I looked to him, a shy smirk creeping to his face. "You're a different story."

"Thought so."

I scoffed, letting him lead the way as I held his hand. He stopped in front of a door and pulled out his keys—opening it to reveal his very, Jimin apartment.

Everything seemed so pristine; clean, refreshing.

It had the same layout as my own but the vibe was completely different. I'd say my place was cozy.

Jimin's was modern.

"Sorry it's a little messy in here."

I looked around.

Nothing was out of place. 'Messy? Are you kidding?'

I felt hands on my waist, looking down to see Jimin looking into my eyes; his eyes having a different gleam to them.

He gently pushed me back against the door, standing on the tips of his toes to connect our lips.

'Was he seriously doing this right now?'

I didn't stop him as he kept me pressed against the door; I enjoyed the soft kisses he placed against my lips.

It was honestly turning me on a bit.

After a few moments I couldn't help but chuckle; the sound muffled against his lips as he pulled away. "What is it?"

"Are you done?"

"What- Yoongi-Hyung!" He squeaked. I'd tossed him over my shoulder like it was nothing.

I carried him into the bedroom before tossing him onto the bed. He was much lighter than I'd expected-

It was Jimin; it made sense.

"Y-Yoongi-Hyung-"

"Shut up." I muttered, leaning over the bed as I connected our lips yet again; holding him by the chin gently.

I towered over him, placing my freehand against the sheets as I hovered.

I felt his hands explore my abdomen before feeling the tug of my shirt.

Was this really happening?

'Lewd boy.' I thought. Not a bad one at that.

I pulled away, looking down at the red-faced boy.

"Yoongi-Hyung." He breathed. "I-I,
can I-"

He couldn't even speak.

Though, I didn't need the words; I knew what he wanted.

And it happened.

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