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Looking out of the tinted glass window, my heart was clenching at the thought of my parents looking for me. It gave me guilt, a tons of it. I had never been away from my parents this long since childhood.

Neither was it my fault nor theirs.

Taking continuous turns we reached a large building, a huge one. "Get off and keep that pretty mouth of yours shut till I say" he said calmly looking at my intertwined hands. I nodded and stepped out gazing at the building in awe.

Walking behind him, we reached a hall.
Never had I imagined I would get to choose between villas to stay, this place , the visit everything had been planned a long time ago.

I just wanted to dissappear, the intense glare Jimin had at me was killing me.
"Which one, choose fast". He gave me a questioning look. "The second one"I blabbered out.

"Alright, let's get going before the sun sets". He held my hand, making me flinch as I mentally slapped myself for acting so weak.

The woodmade house was gleaming because of the remaining sun rays.
Touching the door knob, I stepped in inhaling the sharp of room refreshners. "Like it"? He asked ruffling his hair .
"I love it". I reply chuckling at the thought that he cares a bit.

He threw the car keys at the coffee table between the two large couches.
"Come and let me suck your lips then, I need it". I blinked a few times to make sure what I heard.
"Wh-What"? I ask gulping down the lump of saliva .
" You heard it right, I will not repeat myself".

I was dying inside. Was I feeling excited?
How did this happen, why did I want to let him actually do what he just asked for?

I exhaled a deep sigh and stepped forward towards his impatient gaze at me.

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