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Jimin: Jamless Boyfriend- FLUFF & A LITTLE SMUT

Third Person P.O.V.

"Jimin, babe, where are my keys?"

"...Ummm... I dunno, Jagiya. Did you check the kitchen?"

"Yes. And the dining room, and the office, and the bathroom, and the bedroom, and the living room. Twice."

"Well... I guess you're just going to have to stay here until you find them."

Okay. Let's backtrack for a moment and I'll tell you what's going on. Jimin had just gotten home from a concert not too far from Seoul. He'd been gone for about a week—not quite as long as some of his tours to say the least—and had all weekend to himself. What better way to spend the weekend than with his beautiful girlfriend? He'd texted you to come over that morning so you guys could hang out.

Currently, it was the afternoon time and you were ready to go home. You were exhausted and wanted nothing more than to stay at Jimin's apartment, but you knew it was wise to rest at home. This had been concluded from remembering times that you tried to sleep while Jimin would either try to keep you awake by kisses, or preventing you from sleeping easy by sending you winks or a simple wiggle of his eyebrows, paired with a smirk. You really just wanted to get home before any of that started today, but it's not like you were going to walk the three miles from his apartment to yours when your car was right outside.

You didn't know it yet, but Jimin had secretly hidden your keys in his snapback. He was very glad you were in a completely different room at this point because if you'd seen his face, you'd just know he had them by the look on his face and the way he was trying so hard not to laugh.

Lucky for you—and not so lucky for Jimin—you registered something about the way he was talking to you. The way he said he didn't know where your keys were and how he sounded happy that you weren't leaving quite yet made you suspicious.

"Babe, are you sure you don't know where my keys are?" you asked, making your way to the living room where Jimin was sitting on the couch. He tried his best to hide the cute little smirk of his, but couldn't quite manage it.

"Positive," he said, his voice wavering just the slightest bit, but not enough for you to notice. "I'll even help you find them," he resolves, getting up off the couch to face you. However, one little thing, one little hint was all you needed to know he was lying. And that hint—lucky for you, and not so lucky for Jimin—just so happened to be the quiet tinkling of metal coming from somewhere on Jimin's body. He winced and you smirked.

"Jiminnie, give me my keys," you demand kindly, holding your palm out for him to drop your keys in.

"Ani."

"Jimin," you were becoming impatient. "I know you don't want me to leave, but I have to. I'm so tired, baby. Just let me go home."

"No," he pouts. You can't help but find his childish demeanor adorable—and he knows it. You step toward him, taking his hands in yours. You give him a kind, loving smile and sigh. Jimin always knew how to be cute and teasing without becoming annoying unless he wanted to. Your heart swells as you are reminded of all the reasons for loving Jimin. To name a few, you'd always loved (I don't understand this one but y'all will probably kill me if I don't put the most 'obvious' reason) his abs (aish, I fuckin hate myself for writing that), his adorable smile that makes his eyes disappear, his girly giggle, amazing singing voice, (and my favorite part) perfectly toned biceps, his overall cuteness, among many other things.

"Park Jimin, this is the last time I'll ask you to give me my keys," you warn, pulling away from Jimin's warm, clean, comforting smell to look him in the eyes. He smirks devilishly, letting go of you and sweeping his arms out and open in a showy way.

"If you want your keys so badly, you'll have to strip me down until you find them," he taunts. You roll your eyes at him, but don't resist the invitation to remove his clothes. I mean, seriously. We're talking about one of the most deliciously built members of Bangtan, here.

You dive right in. At this point, need gets the best of you and you slip his shirt over his head, which obviously has no way of holding your keys, but you can't help yourself. I mean, I wouldn't be able to stop myself from taking the immediate chance to see Jimin's wonderfully sculpted abs, back muscles, smooth sides, and oh-so-tempting v-line. Taking in his features, you smile slightly to yourself, running your hands along his bare top half.

After a while of admiring his toned midsection, you decide to move on to the next article of clothing. His shorts are simple, baggy sport shorts with pockets. Knowing Jimin, he probably paid a little extra for the simple fabric since they were probably designer made and it was difficult to find sport shorts with pockets (it is in the Middle North Eastern U.S. anyways). You slid your hand down along his hips, sending jolts of electricity through Jimin's body, thoroughly searching his pockets.

"Jimin, are you messing with me? Do you even have my keys? They're not in your shorts and I definitely don't think they're in your briefs or shoes," you think aloud.

"Yes, I'm messing with you. Yes, y/n, I have your keys. And no, I'm not mean enough to put them in my shoes or underwear." You seriously couldn't think of anywhere he'd hide them. Searching his body again, but only with your eyes this time, you begin thinking aloud once more.

"Then where could they possibly—" you stop yourself as soon as you realize he's wearing his snapback a little loose on his head. Your cheeks grow red in embarrassment as Jimin smirks in amusement. Snatching his hat off his head and swiftly grabbing your keys before replacing his hat, you shake your head at the boy. Walking out of the room, Jimin right behind you, you turn your head in his direction and call out a somewhat teasing "pabo."

"Only for you, babe," he returns proudly.

"Namjoon was right. You got no jams," you say, with a hint of spiteful mocking. He grabs your hand from behind you and whines.

"Awe, baby, don't be like that! Please don't leave. I want to spend more time with you. You can spend the night and I promise I won't bother you while you're sleeping. I spent so much time waiting to be with you and now that we have the weekend together, I just... I don't know. I really want you to stay with me. Please, Jagiya?" You can see the pouting, pleading feeling resonating off his features and you can hear the need in his voice. How could you say no?

Thinking about it for a second, you know there's only one answer.

"Alright, Jiminnie. I'll spend the night."

"Good." He smiles and hugs you, pecking your cheek.

"I love you, Jimin. Saranghae, oppa." He kisses you passionately on the lips. You knew that speaking to Jimin in Korean always makes him crazy, but this big of a reaction caught you off guard, making you even more excited to be with Jimin.

"Nado Saranghae, y/n. I love you always...... Can we cuddle now?"