As she tried to steal the diary from his grasp, Jimin opened his eyes slightly, noticing her subtle attempt. His gaze shifted between her face and the book she was trying to take. A smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. He was enjoying this more than she had anticipated.
YN pulled back quickly, her heart racing with triumph. She had the diary back in her hands. With a grin full of satisfaction, she held it up and stuck out her tongue in playful defiance.
Jimin smiled at the gesture, his expression softening for a moment. But then he spoke again, his voice low and full of amusement. "Muffin, do you remember you owe me a fifth kiss?"
YN blinked, confused. "What? But I got my diary back..."
Without another word, Jimin took long strides toward her, his hand sweeping from her waist to her back, pulling her tightly against him. Her breath caught in her throat as he held her with one hand, his strength forcing her to stay in place.
YN was shocked, her eyes wide. "Where are you going, Muffin?" he asked, his voice dripping with intent.
She couldn't respond. She could only look up at him, wide-eyed, as his other hand moved slowly, deliberately, from her inner thighs, sliding up to her waist, and then higher, inching toward her chest. His face was near her neck, his breath hot against her skin.
"Hmm..." he hummed, his voice full of desire. "Tell me, Muffin... where are you going?"
Her breath caught in her throat. His hands were everywhere now, exploring, caressing, sending waves of heat through her. She felt frozen in place, her body alive with the intensity of his touch.
Then, in one swift movement, Jimin grabbed her diary from her hands. Stepping back, he flashed her a mischievous smirk.
"Actually," he said, his tone teasing and taunting, "I think I'll wait on my fifth kiss. I don't want it now."
YN looked at him in disbelief. She was still too dazed to process everything that had just happened, her hands still outstretched in shock as she stared at the diary he now held.
Jimin, unbothered, walked toward the couch. He held the diary up with a cocky grin, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he glanced back at her.
YN was too stunned to respond, her hands still outstretched in shock. She stared at him in disbelief as he walked toward the couch, the diary still in his hands.
"This is cheating," she finally said, her voice filled with frustration.
Jimin stopped, turned, and raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Cheating? Muffin, you think this is cheating?"
"Yes!" she snapped, her voice shaking with a mix of anger and confusion. "You're playing games with me!"
Jimin smirked, his voice laced with amusement as he took a step closer to her. "Then what about what you did with me, Muffin?
YN's heart skipped a beat at his words. She opened her mouth to respond but found herself at a loss for words. She had been so caught up in the moment, so consumed by him, that she hadn't really thought about her own actions.
But instead of saying anything, she just clenched her fists and stormed past him, heading straight to the bedroom. She grabbed her jacket off the bed, throwing it on without a second thought. She came out of house...
Jimin, always the tease, didn't miss a beat. He followed her outside, his voice light but full of playful edge. "Muffin, where are you going?"
"I'm going for a walk," she said, her tone firm as she kept her back to him. "I need space."
Jimin's eyes twinkled with mischief as he noticed she wasn't wearing a thick jacket. "You're going to freeze out here. You're not wearing anything warm, Muffin," he said with a grin, stepping outside in just his shirt.
"Then you can freeze too!" she shot back, quickening her pace as she tried to ignore him.
"Muffin, wait!" Jimin called out dramatically, jogging to catch up with her. "You can't leave me like this! You didn't even get your kiss, and now you're leaving me in the cold!"
YN rolled her eyes, trying to maintain her composure despite her heart racing. "I'm fine! Go back inside if you're freezing!"
Jimin grinned wickedly, his eyes gleaming as he slowed his pace to match hers. Before YN could react, he pulled her back toward him, pressing his body against hers to shield her from the cold wind. His arms wrapped around her waist, and he whispered in her ear, "Now, can you give me some warmth, Muffin?"
YN froze for a moment, her heart pounding at the sudden closeness. "What are you doing?" she gasped, still not sure if she wanted to pull away or lean into the warmth he was offering.
Jimin's breath tickled her ear as he chuckled softly. "I thought we could share some warmth. After all, I did give you the perfect reason to stay close... Didn't I?"
YN swallowed hard, unsure whether to laugh or yell at him for being so impossible. But there was something undeniably comforting about his presence, and she couldn't bring herself to pull away.
Suddenly, she felt it-the coldness of his body pressing against hers. His skin was icy, and she could feel him shivering against her. YN's eyes widened, and she pulled back slightly to look at him. "Shit... Jimin, you're freezing..."
Jimin's lips curved into a teasing smile, though it was clear his teeth were chattering. "Then pull me closer, Muffin..." he murmured, his voice barely audible through the shivering.
YN's heart skipped a beat she tried to pull away, but Jimin's hold tightened, his arms not letting her escape.
"I'm freezing, Muffin," he said, his voice sounding almost pitiful despite his usual teasing tone.
YN sighed, unable to resist anymore. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him even closer to her chest. "Let's go inside," she whispered, her voice soft with concern. "You're going to catch a cold."
Jimin nodded against her shoulder, his shivering slowing down just a little from the warmth she was giving him. "You're right," he murmured, squeezing her hand.
They walked back inside together, their hands intertwined. YN led him into the living room, trying to get him settled before he froze completely. "You're ridiculous, you know that?" she said, though her voice was filled with warmth and care now.
As YN walked to kitchen, the bell rang again, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between her and Jimin. She exchanged a glance with him, and his eyes narrowed slightly, a puzzled look crossing his face.
"Who could that be?" YN murmured, walking over to open the door.
She pulled the door open with a smile, only to be greeted by a familiar face. Standing there, dressed casually and smiling back at her.
Jimin's expression shifted to one of shock as he recognized the person standing in front of the door. His eyes widened, and for a moment, he forgot how to respond.
"Hey, Muffin!" the person greeted cheerfully, stepping forward.
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