He leaned in close, barely able to keep a straight face. "There's no guest room here." And with that, he doubled over laughing again.
YN gasped, realization dawning. "Jimin, you... you...!" Her hands balled into fists as she tried to keep her cool, but the playful grin he flashed her was the last straw. "I'm going to kill you!" she shouted, lunging forward as he dodged, laughing.
He started running, his laughter echoing through the house. She chased him, determined to make him pay, both of them breathless with laughter as the storm raged outside.
As they raced through the house, Jimin glanced back at YN with a playful smirk. "Catch me if you can, Muffin!" he challenged, his voice teasing. Just as he said that, his foot slipped, and he fell backwards onto the couch. YN, reaching out in an attempt to stop, couldn't help but tumble right after him.
They landed in a heap, faces inches apart, caught in the electric moment. As YN tumbled right after him onto the couch, she quickly tried to push herself up, flustered by how close they were. But just as she braced her hands to lift herself, Jimin's arms slid around her waist, holding her in place.
"Going somewhere?" he teased, a playful glint in his eyes as he looked up at her.
YN's cheeks flushed, and she bit her lip, caught off guard by the sudden warmth of his embrace. "Jimin... let me up," she murmured, trying to sound annoyed, though the rapid beating of her heart betrayed her.
But he only tightened his hold, his voice soft. "Not so fast, Muffin," he whispered, his gaze locking with hers. "It's not every day you literally fall for me."
She let out a breathy laugh, the tension melting just a bit. "You're impossible,"
"Maybe," he replied, his eyes twinkling. "But you're here, and you love it." His hands rested gently on her waist as they stayed close, caught in a moment neither seemed to want to end.
She relaxed, letting herself melt into his embrace, resting her head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. He pressed a gentle kiss to her head.
"I'm sorry, Muffin," he murmured, his voice soft. "For everything that happened."
YN lifted her head to look at him. "How many times are you going to say sorry, Jimin?" she asked, her voice filled with understanding.
He gazed into her eyes, his expression softening. "I don't know... I was upset, angry with myself." His gaze dropped to the mark on her neck, and he gently brushed his fingers over it. "I shouldn't have done that."
She arched an eyebrow, smirking slightly. "Good. Then don't do it again."
A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. "Oh, I'm definitely going to... after..." He trailed off, giving her a shy smile.
"After what? Tell me." YN asked, curious.
But Jimin shook his head, evading the question. "Not now, Muffin. Come on, let's go to sleep." He stood up, extending a hand toward her, and she took it, her heart racing as they made their way toward the bedroom.
In the room, YN grabbed a pillow, eyeing the couch. "I'll just sleep here..."
Jimin smirked, flopping onto the bed. "Oh, come on, Muffin. Don't be shy." He patted the space beside him. "Sleep here.I'm not going to bite... unless you want me to."
Before she could protest, another thunderclap echoed ominously outside, startling her. Instinctively, she bolted toward the bed and scrambled under the covers.
Jimin chuckled, shaking his head at her antics. Just then, she sneezed, then again, and again.
He leaned over, feeling her forehead. "You're warm... let me get you some medicine."
Before he could leave, YN reached out, holding his hand. "No, I don't want tablets. Please... don't leave me," she said, her eyes big and pleading.
Jimin's gaze softened. He whispered, "I won't leave you, Muffin. Not in this life." His voice was quiet but loud enough for her to hear, and her heart skipped a beat as she looked up at him, cheeks flushed.
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