❝𝙎𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚, 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜❞
- In which you, a crazy stalker crosses paths with an oddly attractive photographer. -
"Oh, really? I apologize then. You just looked incredibly beautiful and I couldn't resist capturing that moment."
||P.JM...
Lmaoo it's been a whileee!! I didn't expect this book to get SO many reads😭 My writings have changed a bit since then, but I hope you still enjoy it! Happy New Year!
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The room feels unusually quiet after the chaos of the holidays, the echoes of laughter and chatter still lingering faintly in the air. Outside, snow blankets the world in white, muffling every sound. Inside, warmth radiates from the soft glow of the fireplace, casting dancing shadows across the grand living room. The faint scent of pine lingers, a remnant of the festive decorations still hanging by the window.
"So, it's just us, huh?" you say, glancing at him. A small smirk tugs at the corners of his lips, his eyes shimmering with unspoken amusement.
The holidays had been nothing short of magical, celebrating with the guys, even managing to get your brother, Min Yoongi, to join in the fun. Watching them all bond had been a joy, the room alive with camaraderie. But amidst the laughter and shared memories, a quiet wish lingered in your heart: a moment alone with him.
Now, that wish is granted.
Jin, ever perceptive, had taken one long look at the situation, smirked knowingly, and practically dragged everyone out. The grand place feels empty now, save for the two of you lounging on the massive couch. His arm drapes lazily over your shoulders, pulling you close until you're tucked against him, the rhythm of his breathing matching yours.
"What do you wanna do?" Jimin asks, turning to you with that signature mischievous smirk that always makes your heart stutter.
You roll your eyes, smacking his chest lightly. "Please, don't be dirty now."
He raises a brow, feigning innocence. "Dirty? I didn't even say anything."
"Knowing you?" you counter, standing up with a dramatic sigh, "Yeah, right." You cross your arms, looking down at him, your lips twitching as you try to suppress a grin.
He doesn't move, his arm still sprawled across the back of the couch. He looks up at you with a lazy confidence, his smirk deepening as he watches you with quiet amusement, waiting to see what you'll do next.
"You enjoy teasing your girlfriend, huh?" you huff, feigning a tantrum, even stamping your foot lightly for emphasis.
It's not like you to act childish, but something about him draws this side of you out. This playful, light-hearted version of yourself you didn't know existed. You'd heard friends talk about how love does that to people, and now you understand.
He chuckles softly, his eyes crinkling in that way that makes your heart flutter. "I can't help it," he murmurs, his voice low and warm, "You're cute when you're mad."
Before you can respond, he rises from his seat, his movements fluid and effortless. He towers over you just slightly, his presence commanding yet comforting. Without warning, his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into him. He sways gently, his body pressing against yours as his face dips closer.
