This ghost is a pervert, ohgod!
He felt the hand squeezing his groin gently, completely waking him up. He jolted up, a high-pitched screamed crawling out of his throat like a high school girl.
“Holy fucking shit!”
He involuntarily hit the break, causing the both of them to jerk forward (thanks to the seatbelts or else they’ll be flying off the car). Jimin's eyes were blown wide open, his breaths uneven and palms sweaty against the hand wheel. His heart was pounding so fast against his ribcage that it could come out any second. Fuck, I almost got us killed.
Instead of hearing a groan from the elder, he hears soft giggles. He turned his head and saw Seulgi grinning at him, then he feels another squeeze on his crotch but a little harder this time. He gulps and slowly looks down, only to see Seulgi'shand attached to his now semi-hard clothed cock.
“S-seulgi, what are you d-doing?”
“Hmm, what do you think I’m doing?”
“Stop it, you’re drunk.”
Seulgi ignored his words and continued palming Jimin through the thin fabric of Jimin's pants. “Drive, Chim.” Jimin shivered as the nickname reached his ears. Without even thinking, he pressed down the pedal and let his conscious mind drive.
He’s seriously not in the right mind to drive – not with Seulgi rubbing him hard through this annoying tight pants, not with Seulgi's fingers fiddling with the zipper of his, again, annoying tight pants, not with Seulgi's chuckles whenever he elicit a lewd response from the boy. Jimin's going insane, and that’s all because of this cheeky girl beside him who looks like she’ll do something naughty to him.
“God, Seulgi, please.”
“What’s that, Chim?”
“D-do–”
Seulgi already had Jimin's fly open and she couldn’t be more grateful because, a) his pants were awfully tight and having his dick painfully confined isn’t comfortable at all, b) his raging teenage hormones were too impatient and they’re demanding him to do something now.
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