𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 | 𝐏𝐉𝐌 𝐅𝐅 [𝟏𝟖+]

8: Some Good Grinding

I hopped off Jimin so damn fast, I don't even think he saw me. I scooted several cushions away and darted my eyes back to the TV.

Jimin and I tried to control our breathing...right when Jagger walked into the living room. "Sorry, guys...but I feel much better," Jagger joked, plopping down on the couch.

Jimin's chest was still rising up and down a little heavily, but I could see he was trying to control himself. Meanwhile, I was taking quiet breaths to get rid of my flushed cheeks and to calm my racing heart, considering Jimin just got my blood pressure flowing minutes ago.

"I promise you we don't care, Jagger," I sarcastically remarked, making him roll his eyes.

"I was just saying, but okay." He then looked at Jimin. "So you were okay hanging down here with my sister, or?" he joked, raising his brows.

"Your sister's nice, bro, chill," Jimin chuckled, avoiding eye contact with me.

I blushed immediately because Jagger had no clue.

"She's nice sometimes," Jagger teased, kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

He was sitting between me and Jimin, and I was glad because I did not want Jimin to see my rosy-tinted face right now.

Please hurry up and get home, Mom.

Hours later...

Thankfully, my mom came home about an hour after everything and was excited to see us. She immediately started making dinner, so I helped her cook. Partly because I didn't want to hang out with "the boys" and partly because I was just so nervous being anywhere near Jimin.

My mom was thankful for my help, and dinner was ready quickly. We made a pasta bake, along with bread and some vegetables on the side. I kept looking over to the living room to see Jimin glancing at me occasionally.

He kept biting his lip, making me look down to hide my reaction. I had to stop looking because I didn't want my mom going full-on investigator mode on me.

"Jagger and Jimin, do you boys mind setting the table? Y/N was kind enough to help me cook!" my mom shouted over to the boys, who were knee-deep in a Netflix documentary about some mobsters.

Jimin stood up first, walking into the kitchen. "Of course, Mrs. L/N, not a problem," Jimin cooed to her, grabbing the plates and silverware out of her hands and not looking at me.

He was being respectful and cautious about what we had going on, which made me happy. Just one certain look at each other with them around could kill our whole cover-up.

Jagger followed Jimin to the dining room, but I guarantee he didn't do squat. Mom and I brought all the food into the dining room, along with my mom's infamous pitcher of sweet tea. Jimin already loved it in his short time of being here because they didn't have super sweet stuff in Korea.