She gathered the ingredients for pancakes, her hands moving mechanically as she mixed the batter. Her mind was still on him, but she pushed the thoughts aside, determined to not let him distract her. He wasn't here yet anyway.
YN's breath caught in her throat as she felt a pair of hands slide around her waist from behind, pulling her gently against a solid chest. She froze, her heart skipping a beat at the sudden closeness. She hadn't heard him approach, and the feel of his warmth pressed against her back left her momentarily paralyzed.
Before she could turn around, Jimin's voice, low and husky, whispered near her ear, "Smells good." His breath tickled the side of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.
She could feel his lips hovering near her skin, his presence surrounding her. Her pulse quickened, but she forced herself to focus on the pancakes. Focus, she thought, but it was difficult with Jimin's hands still resting on her waist, his fingers brushing lightly against her skin.
"Jimin," she whispered, her voice faltering slightly as she tried to regain some semblance of control. "You're... behind me."
He chuckled softly, his breath warm against her ear. "I know," he murmured, his grip tightening ever so slightly as he pulled her closer. "Just wanted to get a better smell of breakfast." His tone was teasing, but there was something else in his voice—a hint of playfulness, but also something deeper.
She tried to move away, but Jimin's hands stayed firmly on her waist, keeping her in place.
"You're distracting me," she muttered, but the words lacked any real conviction. Her body was telling her something else entirely.
"Am I?" Jimin's voice was smooth, teasing, as he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck. "I don't mean to," he added, his lips brushing against her skin. "But you're just so... irresistible."
YN swallowed, her breath hitching as his fingers traced light patterns on her waist, sending a spark of heat through her. "You need to let go," she finally said, trying to sound stern, but it came out more breathless than she intended.
Jimin didn't respond immediately. Instead, he pressed a soft kiss to her neck, lingering there for a moment. His lips brushed against her skin, and she felt the heat of his touch spread through her like wildfire.
"I don't think I want to," he murmured, his voice low, sending a thrill through her body. "I like being this close to you, Muffin."
YN closed her eyes, fighting the rising heat in her cheeks. Her heart was pounding now, and she could hardly think straight with his hands on her, his breath mingling with hers. Every nerve in her body was alive, and it was hard to ignore how badly she wanted to melt into his touch.
"Jimin," she whispered, her voice a little shaky, "I... I really need to finish this."
He let out a soft laugh, but there was no malice in it—just a quiet amusement. "Fine," he said, his hands loosening their grip on her waist he stepped back, giving her just enough space to breathe, but the lingering warmth from his touch was still there.
YN exhaled shakily, her hands gripping the counter for support as she tried to steady her breath.
Jimin, however, didn't move far. He leaned casually against the counter, watching her with a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. His eyes followed her every movement, and it felt as if he were waiting for her to crack, to let go, to stop pretending she wasn't affected.
"Are you alright, Muffin?" His voice was low again, teasing, but there was an undercurrent of something more—something that made her skin flush once more.
YN kept her back to him, focusing intently on the pancakes. "I'm fine," she replied, her voice steadier than she felt. "Just... need to finish this."
Jimin moved closer, but this time he didn't touch her. Instead, he stood just behind her, close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating off him. "You sure?" he murmured, his breath brushing against her ear, his lips nearly grazing her skin once more. "You don't seem fine. You seem... a little flustered."
YN stiffened, feeling the heat rush to her cheeks once again. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the urge to look at him.
"I'm fine," she repeated, more firmly this time, though the words felt empty against the thudding of her heart.
Jimin hummed in response, clearly not convinced. His hand brushed against hers as he reached for the utensil she'd placed on the counter, and the small contact sent a jolt of electricity through her.
"Alright, Muffin," he said softly, his voice almost playful. "But you know, it's okay to admit when something—or someone—is making you lose control."
YN swallowed hard, her breath shaky. She felt exposed, as if Jimin could see right through her, and it was maddening. But she couldn't let herself give in to whatever this was, whatever he was doing to her.
Instead of responding, she turned and placed the pancakes onto the plate in front of them, her actions quick and purposeful, as if by doing so she could distract herself from everything that was happening.
Jimin, however, wasn't so easily dismissed. He reached out, casually taking a bite of one of the pancakes she'd just made, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Mmm," he said, his voice low, "these are good. But not as good as you, Muffin."
YN's heart hammered in her chest as she glanced up at him, her mind blanking for a moment. She didn't know how to respond to that.
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