Cotton Candy ~ PJM (BOOK 1)

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 After the lunch, Jimin offered help to her, but she denied it, saying she did not want a birthday boy's help, so she did all the dishes on her own.

Once she was done, she asked him if he wanted to watch a movie, but he said he would go live for his birthday. He even informed her that he had gone live last night before he was drunk, but that was short, so he wanted to have a long life.

She suggested he should go to her bedroom for the live, and she would make sure not to make any noise in the live. He took her suggestion and went live through his phone. 

Yurim did not bother him but rather closed the door so the outside noise would not disturb her. She had nothing really to do; she just grabbed her guitar and sat on the couch in the living room. Right when she was about to play it, she realized it might bother him, so she just let the idea slide away. Instead, she grabbed her phone and went through the social media handles, watching people across the world wish Jimin a happy birthday, which made her smile.

Even though she never showed it, she was so proud of him. She was glad to be his friend and be on his priority list. She might show that she did not care that he was a worldwide star, but she took pride in it.
 
"Hey, give me a massage; my head is aching."

Yurim heard, and the next moment, Jimin's head was on her lap, his eyes closed as he lay on the couch. His feet were on the armrest since the couch was not too large to lay down for a grown man.

"I won't." She grumbled, looking at her phone screen with full concentration.

He opened his eyes. "Baby, it's my birthday. You can't refuse me."

She chuckled but kept her eyes on her phone screen. He grunted before snatching her phone and holding it in front of his face to see what's so interesting in her phone. Turns out, she was just looking at her gallery now, a folder that had their pictures together, which he had seen umpteenth of times, so this did not excited him. He smiled at the end before he locked the phone before placing it on his stomach.

He lifted his gaze up at her and said, "Give me a massage."

"Okay." She scoffed but ended up giving him a massage nonetheless. He closed his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.

Her fingers stroked amongst his dark hairs, putting a light pressure on the fingertips while her eyes stayed on his face. She studied his features for a few seconds before it landed on his lips. They looked extremely kissable, as if the pair were asking her to press her lips on them and letting them melt together. 

Shamelessly, her eyes went down to his neck as her hands stopped moving, and she became stiff in no time. She felt so hot suddenly as she stopped breathing for a moment.

Before any further thought could knock on her mind, she shook her head. "Jimin.. get up." She sternly spoke.

He opened his eyes lazily as he got up from her lap. "I was about to fall asleep.."

"You should go back to your apartment." She said, looking away from his face since her eyes were returning to his lips and more places they should not. "Its.. 5:25pm." 

"Yeah, let's go." He said, standing up from the couch and stretching his arms.

"Where would I go?" She asked, confused as she stared at him for an explanation.

"My apartment, for the party." Jimin uttered as he ran his fingers over his hairs to set them.

"Isn't it just a boys hangout? What would I do there?" She wondered, standing up as she grabbed her guitar and walked to her room.

"Nabi would be there as well; I've invited her; also Taehee, Taehyung's sister will be there." 

She stopped on track as she spun her body to face him. "Then it's okay; wait for me."

"Pack some clothes for the night; I won't be coming to drop you tonight." He informed her, not even looking at her.

"Alright." She responded before entering her room.

Yurim took a few minutes to change her outfits since the previous ones were not so good enough and also packed some of her clothes for the night and next day. While she got ready, Jimin booked a cab since he did not bring his car last night and she didn't own one.

•••••••

 
"When are they going to come?" Yurim asked, looking over her shoulder at the main gate, as she sat on the couch with Jimin beside her. He was much more focused on scrolling through the movies than her, but one of his arms was around her shoulder, keeping her close.

"Jungkook texted me; they're on the way." Jimin replied.

"Do I need to get ready because they will be all dressed up?" She inquired, looking at him with little concern.

"You already are dressed up well, and there won't be other people apart from some you and I both know."

His answer somehow clamed her a little. She was wearing black jeans and a white crop top with a thin black outer on the top; she gained some confidence in herself.

Yurim looked back at the television where Jimin had set some French movies with Korean subtitles. All was well until the couple went for a hungry kiss. Her cheeks immediately turned red, remembering the last-night event. 

She lifted up her eyes to see Jimin, but he seemed to enjoy the scene. It was the first time she felt so awkward to watch a romance scene sitting with him. They had watched those kinds of movies—even more explicit ones—together before, but this time she felt embarrassed.

Her eyes went to the screen where the couple were still making out, which did not help her hormones at all. 

The stupid mind of hers took her back to the moment when those soft and plump lips of Jimin were on hers, gently biting on them and his lips grazed on the skin of her neck.

Something got into her suddenly as she stood up abruptly, eyes wide and expression nervous.

Jimin gave her a questioning look, "What's wrong?" He bit on his bottom lip, tilting his head to look at her.

Yurim's eyes went to his lips as he bit on them but shook her head immediately. "I need.. water. I'll be back." She said, motioning her hand at the kitchen for a moment before she ran in that direction.

She panted, reaching the kitchen counter. She could not believe she was having those fantasies about her best friend. That was awkward, but thankfully he did not remember any of those.

"Are you okay, baby?" 

Jimin's concerned voice came from the living room. He did not have to add the 'baby' word, though.

"Yeah.." She shouted, giving him assurance, which she couldn't offer herself.

She went to the fridge and withdrawn a cold water bottle before gulping down the liquid. She needed to be normal and cool. She never felt this nervous about him, and she shouldn't be. It was not a good sign.