Ch. 7 You Can't Make Me (smut)

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"You look nice. What's the occasion?" Hana asks, plopping down at the end of her bed with a bowl of probably stale goldfish.

"A date with Jimin." You nod and smile at her over your shoulder in the mirror as you smooth down your cute little halter dress, adjusting the bow at the back of your neck.

"Figured

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"Figured...- wait I thought you said he had danced like all the time now?" She looks at you with a questioning eyebrow.

"He does." You say placidly, putting your hair into a cute messy ponytail. "Actually he doesn't even know that I'm coming over. A surprise, if you will. "

"Well with that dress I'm sure he will be very surprised....."

The dress is pretty revealing with its plunging neckline, nonexistent back, and short skirt. But then again, it's nothing he hasn't seen before...

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" she asks, hinting at your loosely disguised motivations.

"I can take care of myself." You give her an annoyed side eye. " Besides, I thought you trusted Jimin?"

"He's still on probation in my book, he still hangs out with your brother and his toad of a friend too much for my taste. Especially with Taehyung knowing about you guys, I just don't want my girlie getting hurt, that's all."

"I will be fine."

"If you say so." Hana huffs slightly, tapping her phone screen aggressively to put in the password.

Rounding on her you lean on the sink counter, rolling your eyes in frustration over how many times you've been over this subject.

"I trust him, isn't that enough?"

"It certainly isn't nothing. But I'd trust him more if you went public. I know asshat would have a conniption, but it feels like he could really easily hurt you and get away with it this way" She shrugs and turns her attention to the bowl of snacks.

"If he hurts me, believe me you will be the first to know. And I know you'll kill him before he can even think about getting away with it"

"And don't you doubt that for a second." Hana smirks up from her phone, waving a hand at you. "Oh, go on, go have fun ya crazy kid."

You chuckle and slip into your sandals, snatching your bag to dash out the door.

"Make sure you use protection!" She calls as the door slams behind you.

You'd already thought ahead. After your last class of the day you ran to the convenience store on campus and got a few samples of condoms. You weren't sure which size would fit him best. Surely one of the 12 kinds is bound to be a good fit.









The excitement of getting to see Jimin again and the hope of finally satisfying your hunger, carries you across campus in the blink of an eye.

The Performing Arts building looms ahead of you illuminated by the last glimmers of dusk. Quickly you climb the stairs to the large ornate wooden doors, and yank on the old brass handle opening the quiet building to the noisy sounds of the street.

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