𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 | 𝐏𝐉𝐌 𝐅𝐅 [𝟏𝟖+]

2: He's Like A Brother

"W-What?" I stuttered quietly, a blush illuminating my face.

Thank God it was dark in the hall, the only light being the downstairs hall light that was peaking up the stairs.

"Y/N," he whispered, stepping closer to me. "You don't think I saw you staring at me in class?" He chuckled a little. "It seems like a lot of girls are after me at Rose Dale...The only difference is...I live with you," he smirked, biting his lip.

I took a step back, gulping in nervousness. "J-Jimin, I―"

But I had no answer.

He was insane.

The way his messy blonde hair rested on his forehead perfectly, the silver necklaces that hung on his chest under his white tee, the grittiness in his voice...He was beyond mysterious.

"You stutter a lot around me...Do I make you nervous?" he asked humorously before taking out his vape pen from his jeans pocket and blowing a hit up into the air.

Those lips.

"You're not allowed to smoke in my house," I gritted, crossing my arms as I ignored his question.

"It's not your house, is it? Your mom owns it."

"But me and Jag don't smoke...Our dad would've killed us if we did." I shook my head. "You shouldn't smoke," I murmured.

"I rarely do...and only when I'm stressed." He licked his lips as he looked to the side and then back at me. "Besides...what does it matter to you?" he questioned arrogantly, twitching his jaw.

Because you shouldn't, it's bad for you. But I knew I couldn't say that to him.

"It...doesn't matter to me," I muttered softly.

I was about to walk down the stairs, but Jimin grabbed my wrist, making me gasp and turn back around to him. His hand sent electricity through my body...and that's what scared me.

"L-Let go of me," I gritted, looking down at his ring-covered veiny hand grasping my wrist.

"Jimin, Y/N, let's go! Pizza's here!" I heard my brother yell from the downstairs hall, making his way toward the bottom of the stairs.

Jimin quickly let go of my wrist as we took a few steps to the side so my brother wouldn't see us at the top of the stairs.

As I was looking down the stairs and walking to the side, I ran into Jimin's rock-hard chest, making me dart my head around toward him, inches from his face. He caught me in his arms, so I placed my hands on his chest, his cologne infiltrating my senses.

We immediately looked at each other's lips, him licking his, but I quickly pushed on his chest, backing away in panic. My heart was racing through my chest, and crimson met my face once again.