Jimin's Pet • PJM

Twenty Five

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"Lose You Now" by Lindsey Sterling ft Mako

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"I wish I could remember every second we had"

"Take every memory we've ever had, oh I wanna live ''em all one by one"

"I'm not gonna lose you now, keep you in life somehow, even when the lights go down"

"Maybe you can pick me up still, cause I can't stop falling down"

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Jimin hadn't intended to kiss her, he didn't even know why he'd followed her into the bathroom at all. He was only going to take her into the hallway and discreetly whisper in her ear to check the back of her dress.

But now he was standing in front of the mirror, her pale blue dress across the sink and both of them were breathing hard after their kiss. She was wearing nothing but a nude colored bra and panties, he knew the lace would be mostly see through if he'd dared to look down. Even though he didn't look he let his fingers dance along her bare sides, across her stomach, feather light touches.

The only reason he didn't do more was because Irene would know he'd done it. She inherently knew when he was walking the fine line of their agreement, risking the fall into the treacherous unknown. It would be impossible to lie to her if she quizzed him about their interaction later. She probably had three people already reporting back that he'd disappeared into the bathroom with Y/N.

Jimin's thumb traced her bottom lip but he wouldn't kiss her again, he was already in too deep. If he maintained even a shred of decorum he could claim innocence with Irene later. When she turned awkwardly back toward the mirror he dropped the dress over her head and tried not to imagine her skin brushing every inch of his own.

"Thank you Jimin, for noticing." Her voice saying his name was the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard, it deteriorated his resistance.

"It's a shame to be dressing you, I liked taking it off better." He couldn't help himself, he dragged his lips across the base of her neck softly inhaling her scent. She was a drug, his perfect high. He met her eyes in the mirror, could she tell how badly he needed her?

"I'm not a virgin Park Jimin." She admonished, he wanted to beg her to scold him again. He would accept her rebukes every day for the rest of his life.

Their momentary back and forth was overwhelming him, any second he'd make a mistake. He'd say something wrong, do something unforgivable and she would never speak to him again. That was after all what he deserved, not this perfect girl.

"Angel, your body is begging me to lift you onto this counter, don't think a little period blood would stop me, if I wanted to do it." Really Jimin?

Girls love hearing that, he could have rolled his eyes at himself. He tempered his words by stroking his thumbs along the edge of her breasts, but he knew he should stop.