SMALL DOSES || JIKOOK✅

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JUNGKOOK POV

Bodies writhed and surged around us as we lost ourselves
in the music.

My every nerve zinged with energy, while the air around me crackled as I tried with every thing I had to focus on the beat.

Jimin was close.

So close I could almost taste
him in the hot, heady air.

Sense his eyes as they scrutinized every part of me.

I tried to act as if nothing were amiss, not wanting to do any thing to break the invisible connection between us even though all I wanted was to
press against him and fall
into a natural rhythm.

A rhythm all our own.

The thrill coursing through my system as I surrendered to the sounds around me had me craving more.

It was as if the song's lyrics
knew of my deceit, talking about having something to hide but
the die had been cast and all
I could do was go with it.

Unable to resist the temptation any longer, I opened my eyes enough to allow a narrowed
view through my lashes.

That was when I saw him standing there, fists balled at
his sides as he engaged Nikki
in what looked to be a tense conversation.

San followed my gaze and
fixed his eyes on Jimin.

Offering an encouraging smile, he mouthed the words.

"Have fun." before melting
into the crowd.

Jimin's eyes remained fixed on Nikki and without any conscious effort, I gravitated toward him
as if on autopilot.

When their little chat ended, Jimin turned and took a step closer.

The second Nikki glanced my way and smirked before pushing him right at me, everything seemed to move in slow motion.

Grunting out an emphatic, "Oomph." he stumbled and
I responded by pure reflex, grabbing him before he fell.

All at once, I was embracing
him, his face planted against
my chest, the top button of
my shirt popping off and flying across the room as his fingers clutched at the sleeves.

At first, I didn't realize his mouth was also pressing against the sensitive skin of my nipple but the unexpected contact left
me more than a little hot
and bothered.

"Shit, Are you okay?" I asked, concerned.

"I'm good." he answered with a small nod.

As he tried to right himself,
my lips became dangerously close to touching his.

Letting go of my shirt, he took
a step back, forcing me to release him.

Without thinking, I grasped
him by the wrist.

"I told you, I'm good."

Angered eyes darted between
my face and where my hand
held him tight.

With reluctance I let go, missing the contact as soon as it was gone.

"Sorry, but San's just abandoned me and I wanted to keep dancing without being fed to the wolves."

I jerked my chin toward the enthusiastic group of guys San had left me to deal with and
gave Jimin my best smile.

"Oh well in that case, I can
stick around."

"Keep 'em off your ass."

Lips curved into a wicked-nasty sneer, his silent warning sent several of my admirers beating
a hasty retreat.