Dull Minds

Day 1

It's not everyday you meet someone as beautiful as Jimin. It was a cold autumn day when you found him, or well, he found you.
You had been working as a barista at a small coffee shop when he walked in. You looked up to welcome him and as soon and you looked into his eyes you could feel something. After about 10 seconds of non-stop eye contact, you looked away and had your co-worker take his order as you walked into the back room.
It wasn't a minute before he walked in after you and pinned you up to a wall. He spoke softly, in a silky deep tone, "Look," he almost whispered, "I don't know who you are or why I feel like this, but I want you. Bad."
And with that he went in and kissed you. It was gentle, but lustful and filled with need.
At that moment you had realized that you were pretty much fucked.
The kiss hadn't gotten too heated before you remembered that you had to go back to work. You gave him your name, number, and address, and told him to meet you at 7 when you got off work. Little had you known just why you had gotten yourself into.
That night when you got home, you saw him sitting on your doorstep. "Well hello, Mister Park. Why don't you come inside."
"I'd be honored." He said with a giggle.
Dear God, you thought, what a smile. The two of you sat down for tea and talked for hours. You learned everything about each other, from your favorite color to your view on taco shells. You covered just about every topic, when it came to lips. You had started talking about how nice his lips had looked when he closed the gap and kissed you again. Except this time, instead of gentle and sweet, it was powerful and intense. Feeling his mouth against yours and tasting his lips and feeling his body felt unlike anything you had ever known. All you knew was you wanted more, so much more. He lifted you off the floor and guided you back to the closest bedroom he could find, never separating your lips. He laid you down and broke the kiss just long enough for the two of you to strip off your shirts. "Holy shit" you whispered upon seeing him shirtless. He had a body craved by God himself.
"Baby girl," he growled into your ear as he positioned himself over you, "you haven't seen anything yet." And man, was he right. By the end of the night, he had left you a sweaty, screaming, desperate mess, and he hadn't stopped until well after sunrise. He had left a soft, loving kisses along every inch of your body, and made you moan with pleasure. He had made it known that you were his, and he didn't plan on letting go. When the two of you were finally too tired to continue, he held you and hummed as you drifted off to a deep, peaceful sleep.