𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 | 𝐏𝐉𝐌 𝐅𝐅 [𝟏𝟖+]

23: Arcades & Bowling

*WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.*

Later that week...

"Almost ready, Bun?" I hear Jimin coo as he peeks into my room.

I was changing and touching up because Jimin, me, Jagger, and Lily were all going out tonight. It was Friday, and we planned to go out for some fun at the last minute. It was already past 7 pm, aka the time we were supposed to leave to head into town to our local fun center.

They had an arcade, go-karting, a bowling alley, and movie theaters in this place, it was so cool. It was still relatively new in our town, so it was a big hit for families. Jagger had already left because he was going to go pick up Lily and meet us there.

I was so excited to go on our first double date. Lily and I have met up all week at school with Jimin and Jagger. We would meet them in the morning, earning stares from quite a few people. Everyone at school pretty much knew everything now, but we didn't care.

This week has been a lot of getting used to; me getting used to my best friend dating my brother for the most part. The looks we would get from some people, especially Olivia, Avery, and Mia, were quite entertaining.

Jagger and Jimin dropped them on everything, including deleting their numbers and unfollowing them on social media. So far, there's been no funny business from them, but that's probably because my mom went in and talked to our principal after Olivia had tripped me at the basketball game.

It was all on camera inside the gym, so she couldn't really get away with that one. It wasn't a huge ordeal, but her parents were called in to talk to our principal. Let's just say they've kept their distance ever since.

Whether that was Olivia's parents talking some sense into her, our principal not messing around, or Olivia's parents willing to pay more to keep their daughter's name out of the gossip, they've sorta backed off of us.

"Ready," I exclaim to Jimin as I walk out of my closet where I was putting on some sneakers, grabbing my phone off the charger, and walking toward him.

"Mmm, you smell so good," he mutters sexily, resting his hands on my waist.

I slightly blushed. "Stop, we're already late," I murmur shyly, trying to avoid his gaze.

"Whichever perfume that is, that's my new favorite." Then he leaned in, pretending to sniff my neck but started pecking smooth kisses all over my skin.

I let out a light breath, swallowing to try to gather myself. His touch would never get old. He kept things exciting for us, or at least as exciting as things could get for two eighteen-year-olds. I craved him every second of the day, and like his lips cascading down my neck right now, he made me so weak.