I don't mind waiting. [MinJoon]

Part 2: What if?

Tours were always hard on the group, there was never really much time for relaxation, between shows and traveling. Our daily schedule was always busy and fast-paced, day or night. I anticipated getting back to my hotel room. The intention to rest was overtaking any other desire. My urgency grew as the company car pulled around into view.

The other members wanted to venture out in search of any late night restaurants still open. I was willing to settle for spicy cup noodles and a beer in my room, despite their protest and whines for me to join.

After settling into the car, Jimin scooted in close to me. He nestled on the verge of being in my lap. A staff member shut the door behind him before any paparazzi could see. I attempted to nudge him away, feeling suddenly claustrophobic. He pressed his eyebrows together in curiosity as he positioned his head against my shoulder, then closed his eyes. He was ignoring my attempt to shoo him. I tried to reason with myself. He also seemed tired, worn out from the latest performance.

Maybe I should cut him some slack.

His scent filled the car. Jo Malone perfume was still clinging to his body, citrus blending with the salty sweet smell of his sweat. I studied him, his soft features and porcelain skin. His lips reddish in hue from his stage makeup, plump and curved in just the right way. What would they feel like if...

I felt my face burn as I shook the idea away, bothered by it. I must be insanely tired, allowing these intrusive thoughts to creep into my imagination. I tore my eyes away again, trying to forget about his petite body pressed into me. I concentrated hard on the street lights and buildings of Japan still glowing in the dark.

Maybe his behavior will change when we get back home to Korea, but it is beautiful here in the spring. Just like him...