Making Lemons Sweet || Jimin X Reader

Ch. 4 Let's Talk (soft smutt)

There's a pregnant pause of silence as you start to curl your fingers over the waist of his underwear.

"Yo- wait- whoawhoawhoa-" Jimin grabs your wrists, taking a staggered step back. "Baby, be honest with me. What have you and haven't you experienced?"

Your momentum comes to a screeeeeching halt, with Jimin suddenly looking extremely serious. Or at least as serious as one can look with their pants down around their thighs.

Shit.

You think for a moment.... He did tell you to be honest, but you get the feeling you're not going to get what you wanted tonight if you tell him the whole truth.

"y/n." He calls you out of your thoughts.

"Sorry. I-" you pull your wrists out of his somewhat roughly, staring at them as you let them fall somewhat unceremoniously into your lap. "Well..I've done some stuff..."

"Honey." Gently a finger comes up under your chin, drawing your eye line up to meet Jimin's gaze. "Are you a virgin?"

Closing your eyes you wince slightly. Things had been going so well... god you hope this isn't a deal breaker. He's older, he probably wants someone with experience.

But he did tell you to tell the truth.

Taking a deep breath you nod against his hand, not daring to open your eyes just yet.

He gives a small hum of pity and his hand leaves your chin.

The shifting of thick denim is followed quickly by the whir of a zipper and the clinking of his belt buckle as he puts himself back together. Surely you'll hear him leave next.

You wait a few more moments, but your premature sulking is cut short when jimin's hands cup the sides of your knees gently.

Confused, you open your eyes.

Jimin is squatting in front of you, looking up into your eyes with a soft pleading look.

"Do you want to go get something to eat?" He asks, his thumbs rubbing your lower thigh comfortingly. "I think we should talk first before we do anything else."

Well that's not what you expected... but it's not exactly unwelcome either.

"Okay." You agree.

Jimin smiles and stands holding an open hand to you.

You take his hand and push off of the bed, smoothing down your dress.

You have only been seeing him for about a week, maybe it would have been a bit too fast if you had done anything physical tonight. Oh well...

Like before, Jimin puts his head down, turning slightly away from others' faces as he leads you through the noisy and cramped house and out onto the sidewalk.

It's a short walk, about two blocks to a small greasy diner. Is a very quiet two block walk, and you're less nervous, but still nervous all the same about what Jimin wants to talk about.

He drops your hand and like a gentleman, opens the diner door for you.

It's an American retro themed place. Checkerboard floor, baby blue booths, old car pictures, chrome everything, the works. Except it's not the bustling you might see in movies, no, infact it's pretty deserted.

You seat yourselves in a small booth towards the back of the restaurant, sliding in on to the bench seat across from Jimin.

"What can I get you to drink?" The waitress asks, sliding the menus in front of you.