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"We should fuck"

He was standing right next to you, in his tight jeans and low cut T-shirt, holding his drink and eyeing you up and down. Charming smile was not leaving his face, while he maintained eye contact with you. You froze in place at the ridiculousness of this statement, not being sure what just had happened.

"What?", you asked with expressionless face, thinking he was just drunk and stupid.

"You look really hot. I love this dress.", he grabbed the hem of it, feeling the fabric.

"How drunk are you?", you narrowed your eyes, looking at him closely.

"Not that much. This is just my second drink.", he shook his glass and took a sip of a beverage.

"Then why are you already weird?"

"I'm not weird! I'm serious!", he chuckled.

He let go of your dress and took a step closer. His sight was going from your eyes, to your lips and then neck. And then he looked into your eyes again.

"You should stop drinking.", you raised your eyebrows at his action, feeling like in a standup comedy.

You shifted in your place. You were not sure what to do. You'd been friends with Jimin for a while now but he had never asked you something like that. It was weird, even for him. You were still pretty sure he was paying a trick on you.

"Think about it. I'm hot, you're beautiful. We don't need to date each other, we can just be fuck buddies."

You made a mental note how he'd called you beautiful.

"Fuck buddies.", you snorted. "Like friends with benefits?"

"You can call it as you want."

You looked at him and noticed how he was looking at you. You read pure lust in his eyes and felt an unexpected heat wave going through your body. He licked his lips, while looking at yours and you took a deep breath. Was he serious about this?

"So, what are you gonna say?"

"You really need to chill."

You decided there and then that this was the end of the conversation. The whole idea of you and Jimin having sex was so ridiculous you needed to leave and gather yourself. You stepped away from him and wanted to leave the room, find a safe place where you could breathe.

Sure, Jimin was one of those touchy people. Friendly and touchy. You'd never decided which more. And he didn't need any alcohol to find you in a room full of people and put his arm around you, to hold tight your waist, to even whisper something to your ear, which was never sexual, more like a stupid gossip or a mean remark about your mutual friends. But he liked to be like that. He liked when it looked this way. He was always looking for physical contact even when he was announcing to you he needed to puke in the bathroom, otherwise he would paint the whole carpet with everything that he'd drank the whole week.

Because drunk Jimin was kinda impossible.

"Y/N, come on. Think about it!"

And he was drunk.

He grabbed your hand and tried to stop you from leaving. You were surprised how eager and stubborn he was about this. He pulled you back to him, a little too strong, which made you hit his chest. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you even closer. His scent hit your nose and you had to admit he smelled good. Too good. A thought of you putting your hands on his neck, getting closer to his skin and inhaling him like it was the last thing you wanted to do attacked your brain. You felt your cheeks getting hot and you were really hoping your makeup was able to cover that. Jimin making you blush was something you'd already forgotten about. He'd used to make you so embarrassed by being close to you, you'd been red on your face all the time. It had made him laugh each time and teased you endlessly. After years of him touching you on any occasion, you'd gotten accustomed with this and it'd been much easier since then. And now he'd found a way to make you fluster yet again.