Jimin's jaw dropped slightly, his brows furrowing in disbelief. That's it?
She had just gotten up and walked away like nothing had happened, leaving him sitting there-wrecked. His hands fell uselessly to his sides as he stared at her retreating figure, his chest rising and falling unevenly.
"Seriously... that's it?" he mumbled under his breath, blinking as if trying to snap himself out of the haze she'd left him in.
Without looking back, she slung her handbag over her shoulder, paused at the doorway, and turned just enough to glance at him. Her lips curled into that same playful, maddening smirk.
"I think you need a long cold shower. Don't you think?" she teased with a wink.
Jimin swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as her words struck him like a final blow. Before he could respond, she turned on her heel and walked out, the soft click of her heels echoing in the quiet room.
Jimin slumped back against the car seat, running a hand down his face. His heart was still pounding in his chest, the heat in his body refusing to subside. He let out a frustrated groan, his fingers tugging at his hair.
"A cold shower?" he muttered to himself, shaking his head.I'll drown myself at this point," he groaned, covering his face with both hands as her teasing laugh replayed over and over in his mind.
He leaned his head back, staring at the sky, a slow, disbelieving smile spreading across his face. "This woman... she's going to be the death of me."
His heart skipped as he replayed the moment-her teasing whispers, the soft press of her lips, the way she had looked at him like she knew exactly how crazy she was driving him.
He groaned again, running both hands down his face this time. "Muffin, what are you doing to me?"
For a moment, he just sat there, his body still trying to recover from the chaos she had stirred within him.
Then, with a resigned sigh, he got up, grabbing his jacket. "Cold shower, huh?" he mumbled. "You win this round... but just wait, Muffin."
As he headed toward the bathroom, his lips curled into a faint smile. If she thought she could keep teasing him forever and get away with it, she was in for a surprise.
Because Jimin-who was usually the composed one-was officially ready to play her game.
Jimin pushed open the bedroom door, towel in hand, only to pause in his tracks. She was already there, curled up on the bed in a loose, comfortable dress that barely reached mid-thigh. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun, stray strands framing her face as she focused on scrolling through her phone.
Jimin's eyes lingered a beat too long, and that mischievous smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. It wasn't the kind of smirk she was used to-it was calm, confident, and... dangerous.
"Comfortable?" he asked, his voice low, smooth, as he tilted his head slightly.
YN glanced up, her brows furrowing. The way he was looking at her made her stomach flip, but she masked it with her usual innocence. "Of course. Why?"
Jimin didn't respond right away. He just chuckled softly, shaking his head before grabbing some clothes from the wardrobe. He shot her one last smirk as he headed toward the bathroom.
"I'm actually going for that cold shower now," he said casually. But the weight in his gaze as it lingered on her for just a moment longer said otherwise.
He disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of the door closing making YN let out a shaky breath. She sat up straighter, hugging her knees to her chest.
YN's POV What was that smirk? she thought, her heart thudding softly in her chest. She glanced at the bathroom door, suddenly feeling flustered. Is he planning something?
Jimin was always enduring, but there was something about his expression just now-a knowing, playful confidence that sent warning bells through her mind.
Even if he is planning something, she thought to herself, her lips twitching into a victorious smile, I still have three more kisses left.
The memory of the second kiss played in her mind, and her cheeks warmed. The way he had gripped her waist, the restraint in his hands-how much longer could he hold back?
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she fell back against the pillows, smiling to herself. If he thinks I'm going to lose, he's underestimating me.
"Let's see what you've got, lover boy," she whispered with a grin, her eyes flicking toward the bathroom door once more.
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