Jimin couldn't find the words. He ended the call with Jungkook abruptly,She smiled playfully and ran to fetch the glass,handing it to him his hands fumbling to grab a glass of water.
Jimin downed the water quickly, but his hands still trembled. He wiped at the sweat forming at his temple despite the cold weather outside.
"What happened, Jiminahha?" she asked with feigned innocence, tilting her head.
Jimin shook his head, avoiding her gaze. "Nothing. Let's just... go."
The entire drive to the restaurant was torture. Jimin gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white, while she sat beside him with that sweet, innocent smile. But it wasn't innocent at all.
His eyes flicked to her more often than they should have. The way her dress fell just above her thighs, the way she tucked her hair back-it was impossible for him to focus.
At dinner, it only got worse. YN smiled at him across the table, occasionally brushing her hand through her hair or crossing her legs under the table, and Jimin felt it all. His mind was racing, but his lips stayed pressed together in silent suffering.
"Muffin... are you doing this on purpose?" he finally blurted, his voice barely steady.
She blinked at him, her expression all wide-eyed innocence. "Doing what, Jimin-ah?"
He sighed, shaking his head, but his jaw clenched as he looked away.
When they arrived back home, Jimin parked the car, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. His pulse still hadn't calmed from the dinner-he could feel her eyes on him, could feel her presence everywhere.
He finally turned to look at her, but the expression on her face-playful yet dangerous-nearly undid him. The smirk that tugged at her lips made his heart race.
"Did you just smirk at me?" he asked, his voice low and accusing.
YN didn't answer. Instead, she unbuckled her seatbelt and-without warning-climbed onto his lap.
Jimin's breath hitched, and his entire body went rigid as she straddled him. His hands shot up, hovering awkwardly at his sides, unsure whether to touch her or push her away.
"Muffin... w-what are you doing?" His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.
YN smiled down at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she leaned in closer.
"I want my second kiss," she said softly, her voice laced with sweet confidence.
Jimin's eyes widened. "What? You can't-no!" he stammered, his words nearly a plea.
She tilted her head slightly, her pout exaggerated as she feigned disappointment. "No? You don't want it?" she asked, her voice soft and teasing, her lips curling into a knowing smirk.
"You're unbelievable," he muttered under his breath, his voice strained.
She didn't listen. Instead, she scooted her hips closer, her body pressing against his.
Her lips inches from his. "This time, you can touch me," she murmured, "but you're still not allowed to kiss me back."
"Stop..." he said weakly, his eyes fluttering shut....He sucked in a sharp breath, his fists clenching on his thighs as he tried to hold himself back.
YN leaned in, her lips grazing the corner of his mouth. "I said you can touch me," she whispered, her voice like silk.
Jimin's resolve broke. His hands moved-hesitant at first-before gripping her waist firmly. He pulled her closer, his fingers digging into her hips as though holding onto his sanity.
As her lips trailed along the corner of his mouth and down his jaw, Jimin's head fell back slightly, a ragged breath escaping him. His hands began to move instinctively, sliding up her waist and down to her hips. He held her tightly, guiding her as she moved against him, pressing her closer.
His eyes remained closed, his jaw tight as he struggled not to kiss her back.
"Muffin..." he breathed, his voice hoarse with restraint.
She smiled against his skin, her victory clear. After sometime pulling back just slightly, she cupped his face, staring into his dark, unreadable eyes.
"Good boy," she whispered softly, brushing her thumb along his jaw.
Jimin opened his eyes, his gaze intense as it locked onto hers. He didn't say a word, but the fire burning in his stare said it all-she was driving him insane, and it wouldn't be long before he lost all control.
Jimin sat there, frozen, his hands still gripping her waist as her words echoed in his head. Good boy.
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