Party Beast ⎮PJM (18+)

-4-

You choked not once, but three in a row as you hurry to pour the hot liquid down your throat. When the cup was empty, you hesitate for a while in front of the door to the hallway, but then less than a minute later you were standing at the wide staircase and slowly walking down.

Calm music was playing downstairs and in the kitchen you can hear Jimin cooking and softly singing.

He can sing?

His voice sounded so divine and angelic. He hit every note and that was damn hot~

"You sing?" You lean as relaxed and cool as possible against the door frame and smile at him as he looks at you. He held a frying pan in one hand and the spatula in the other.

"Oh, I didn't hear you coming. Eh yes, from time to time.", said the young man and turned back to the stove.

You couldn't take your eyes off his muscular back which could be seen through the light colored shirt. His muscles were almost plain to see, relaxing and loosening with what he was doing. You didn't know that he could cook, but somehow it didn't surprise you.

"Are everyone else gone already?" you ask and look around the kitchen.

"Yes, they left sometime this morning. We're the only ones here. I guess you'll have to put up with me alone if you stay longer."

Finally..

Last night it was full and pretty dark here. There were some pictures on the walls and there were old cups, bottles and confetti all over the floor.. That'll be fun later- 

"I'll put up with you, I guess. Even if you undressed me outrageously while I was drunk.", you teased him a little and put your back to the counter where he was standing.

"Outrageous you say? Well.. I thought that I would rather undress you in a cheeky and outrageous way than let you sleep in your wet dress. What kind of host would I be?" he only looked at you briefly, but it robbed you of every word.

His profile from the side, his red hair in his face.. the way it hung slightly in his eyes and he kept brushing them back. His smile was just as perfect as his white, straight teeth. Damn, was there anything that wasn't perfect and spotless about him??

"You're not that bad.. I guess I can stand you here~", you said with a cheeky undertone and look at him. He smiled in amusement and continued cooking.

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing."

"Jimin, say!"

"It's nothing!"

Pouting, you turn away and go to the kitchen island to sit on the counter. It looked so inviting.. Jimin between your legs would be even better.

"Jimin?"

"Hm?"

"Are you taken?" The redhead turned to you with a raised eyebrow and you just gave him an innocent look like it didn't matter.

"Excuse me?"

"You got that right." You continue teasing, watching his every move.

He turned off the stove, put the pan aside and walked towards you. You move back a bit from the edge. His hands rested on your thighs and he opened your legs a little more to get closer. "I'll take that as a no." You grin cheekily at him as he looks at your face and says nothing.

"You're pretty cheeky, Y/N. I do not condone this behavior in my house. Do I have to teach you some manners?" he whispered and you blushed. Your face seemed to burn as his face got closer and your lips were only inches apart. "You don't want to be punished for these cheeky questions, do you? I thought you were a good girl.."

"Y-yes.." you stutter softly as he meets your eyes. That tension and closeness drove you crazy and you wanted more of it - more of him.

"Think of your next question. I'll answer most of them." With that he walked away and you feel so empty again when he doesn't touch you. But it was clear that he was only playing. This man was used to being able to play with others and being loved by everyone. It was certainly everyday life for him to make jokes like this..

"Then answer this question for me." You say now with renewed courage and swallow when he looks at you briefly but turns directly back to the tablecloths.

"I'm single," you finally hear and butterflies rise in your stomach. For what you thought last night he wouldn't give you a second's he did even more this morning. "Dangling isn't my area of expertise, Y/N. So don't think I want to change it."

"What makes you say that? That's really arrogant!"

And hurtful.. Ouch-

"I just want to say it. So don't fall for guys like me, Okay?"

"You really don't have to tell me.", It really hurt to hear something like that about your own crush. You didn't want to do that to yourself and got up. "I'm nauseous, I'll lie down again." was all you could get out before your legs carried you in a hurry upstairs and you disappeared straight into the room you came from earlier.

"Damn- why does it have to be him? Why three years? I could have chosen anyone as a crush but no!", you quickly crawl back into bed and close your eyes.

His smell of that certain freshness and something sweet got into your nostrils and you take a deep breath until you almost see him in front of you. His eyes look at your body and his hands wander independently over your body. The heat of his breathing caressed your ear and traveled down your neck. There you feel soft kisses from his full lips moving further down to your chest. Still wandering, his hands reached your hips and made your legs go soft as butter. You could feel his soft red hair under your small hands, how you could reach into it and how his face looked at you.

"Fucking shit.." you whisper softly as you realize how aroused you are.

The thought of him actually touching you earlier and the way his lips touched your ear didn't help. It only made everything worse. You wanted him. For so long you could only dream of it.. 

How much would you risk just kissing him right now?