Love At First Kick

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'I'm sleeping here. Night, night.' Jimin melted on the couch as soon as we walked through the door. He just chucked himself on it, faceplanting into it. He didn't even bother taking off his shoes. He is dead tired.

'Incoming.' I laid on his back, being a little backpack

'I think you had too much food at the centre.' He pretends to groan, but I could feel him laughing as his body was vibrating under mine

I put my hands around his waist from the back, wiggling my fingers a little, just enough for him to feel it. 'You wanna say that again?' I threaten

'No, no, no, no, no!' He started panicking, giggling already and contorting his body a little so I wouldn't tickle him. 'If you do it we will both fly off this couch.'

'You're lucky I'm too tired for that.' I smiled against the nape of his neck, leaving a few kisses on the same spot

'Mmmm.' He grumbled cutely, shaking his feet

'What?' I ask

'Mmmmmm.' He grumbles again, a bit louder, but I can see him smiling

'Apologies. How could I be so heartless?' I giggle, leaving more kisses on his neck. He does love these tiny, cute ones. He gets all giddy and smiley

'Oh, crap.' He sighed deeply out of nowhere

'What is it now?' I laughed at him. He is so dramatic

'It just clicked with me that we will have to go through all those interviews and recordings again.' He groans. Neither one of us likes it much. But it's all a part of the job, in a way.

'We just won't leave the apartment. They can't get in. They can try and fight us. Heck em.' I hug him tighter, making him chuckle

We laid like that for a while, both of us too tired to move, but we need to sort everything out. At least I do. 

'Come on, you were like a blanket. Now I'm cold.' He mopes and pouts as I got off of him

'You can come with me to the shower and I promise I'll keep you warmer than I did here.' I smile
I've never seen someone get up so qickly.

'Too slow.' He picked me up off the ground, and practiacally jogged to the bathroom, carrying me in his arms

'Jimin! What-'

'Shut. up.' He slammed me against the marble wall, kissing me wildly. But that's not why I was surprised. This crazy man turned on the shower, soaking both of us in water even thought we're still in our clothes

I guess we are about to wash our clothes along with ourselves.

'Not as sexy as I'd hoped.' He laughed a little as he tried to take off my shirt, but the water completely soaked it and it got stuck to my body

'I'd disagree.' I was pretty much just gawking at him, with his white, well, now a seethrough shirt slicked to his torso, you could see every muscle undreneath. It's almost as if it's carved into him. I ran my hand down his body, feeling him up, biting my lip a bit. God.damn. He is so fucking hot.

'Do you want to take it off?' He is asking me if I want to take off his shirt for him

'Mm-mm. Not yet.' I shake my head a bit. This is... Yeah, I am not doing that anytime soon

'Maybe my plan is working way better than I thought then.' He smirked as he started kissing me again, pulling up my shirt as his hands are gliding up my waist 

He must have put a bit of strength behind that because the shirt went off without an issue this time. His fingers were tracing the side of my body, sending shivers down my spine