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You hated after parties.

Especially right now. You hated it more than anything. All those old men in their 50s trying to grind against the dancers, the reek of alcohol, everything.

What's worse is that you can see a man approaching you to your seat.

"You know the entire time during your presentation I was focused on something else than your voice." You could feel his eyes trail down to your barely covered breast. You just gave him an uncomfortable smile. "Sir-."

"Oh come on, dance with me, we'll have so much fun." His hands wrapped tightly around your fists. You tried to wriggle out of his hold but he wouldn't let go.

"Don't play hard to get darling-."

"Mr. Lee, why don't you release her, the cameras are everywhere. It wouldn't be nice to see you in the headlines for forcing someone now would you?" It was Jimin. "Release her hand."

The man awkwardly looked at Jimin and trailed somewhere else.

"Thank you, Mr. Par-."

"Jimin is fine, people like us don't like too much formality." He sat beside you.

"Thank you, Jimin."

"No problem. He's a douche. Well, half of the men here are." He looks at the crowd. "Wanna go outside? Get some fresh air?" Jimin suggests.

"Yes please."

-

"You presented really well today." Jimin says as you two walk in the parking lot.

"Really? I was nervous to be honest."

"You looked really professional. I'm surprised your boss never brought you for any conferences. You'd outsmart Yoona." He says and you can't help but flush.

"Don't exaggerate."

"I didn't." He shakes his head. You just give him a side eye and he smiles.

As much as you were enjoying walking with Jimin, your legs were working bare minimum and would probably give up anytime soon.

"You okay Hea? You're looking kind of uncomfortable." Was it too obvious that Jimin also noticed?

"Actually yes, my heels they're hurting my toes." You lift your dress up to see the skin of your ankle completely bruised and your toes all red and swollen.

"You should take them off. Wait my car is somewhere here let's go there."

"Jimin wait-." Jimin didn't wait but instead carried you on his shoulders. You squealed and laughed as he made his way to his car.

"That wasn't necessary." You breathe out once you're in his car.

"Yes, it was." Jimin insists as he takes your heels off.

"Be gentle." You shakily say as he inspects your bruise.

"Never been gentler." He looks up at you as his hands slide over to your ankle.

And then there it was, sounds of camera clicking.

"Fucking hell." Jimin pushes you down to the backseat and climbs inside the car himself, hovering over you and shuts the door. "Fucking paparazzi." He curses under his breath.

"You okay Hea?" He asks and all you can do is nod, looking straight into his eyes. He was so close, his warmth radiated off to yours, his smell lingered all over your nostrils and most importantly, his lips hovered an inch away from yours.