Seven

First Kiss

It was completely normal to hangout with the boys on a Friday night after their last rehearsal. Taehyung had been my best friend since high school, the shy creative kids who had few friends but each other, so when he'd become an idol it was completely natural for him to introduce me to his new "family" and for me to become friends with them too! On Friday nights I'd be allowed to sneak into dance practice and watch, they were such epic performers! They always left me wowed and in awe of their moves, sure the three best dancers were J-Hope, Jimin and Jungkook but all of them worked so hard, they were inspiring to watch!

At first I would only watch Taehyung, well, I mean of course I watched them all, but I'd pay most of my attention on him. I guess because he was the one I knew best and, he'd pull faces at me or smile. I don't know when I started noticing Jimin, he's difficult to ignore I suppose, his dance moves are so captivating that pretty soon I couldn't stop watching his lines and grace. He'd look over at me and his eyes would be so provocative I'd find myself blushing from the tips of my toes to the roots of my hair. Sometimes it would be difficult to think of the dancing or the music, sometimes images would invade my mind watching Jimin, images I'm too embarrassed to talk about right now.

Anyway, Taehyung started warning me. I guess he noticed me checking Jimin out,
"Jimin," he told me, "is a super sweet guy, but he's a flirt and the whole of ARMY knows it. Be careful, I don't want you to get hurt!"
I reassured him that I wasn't planning on doing anything with Jimin, and it's true I wasn't, I knew what he was like and I doubted that I'd ever actually date him, he didn't seem like the kind of guy who wanted to be tied to one girl. He had too much fun looking at beautiful women, and flirting with them. Looking back I shouldn't have been so quick to reassure him, I should have realized that Tae was telling me that because he'd heard something from Jimin himself.

It must have started quite a while before the moment we were all sat together in the cafe after dance practice. I guess Jimin had been talking to his band mates about me, and I wonder if he asked Taehyung how I felt about him, although I'm not quite that close to consider Tae my gal pal. He's far to much like my brother for him to be my girly confidant. He acts like a big brother too, you know?

Well anyway, it was our regular Friday night thing, I'd spent a few minutes while they dressed cooling myself down in front of the mirror in the ladies room, talking myself out of the huge lust attack I'd gotten watching Jimin. If you've seen him dance you know what I mean, that tongue and the looks, and then he knows exactly how to move his body to get the best reaction. He's dangerous!

So when he sat next to me at the cafe, looking at me as he licked his top lip to get at the cafe foam that had found it's way there, I struggled and bite my own lip as images of kissing him rushed through my mind, my eyes super glued to his mouth. Did he know he was killing me? Did he know that I spent nights lying awake thinking about him? I was close with all the guys, and the switching from cute to hot and back, it killed me. He's sweet too, kind and caring, like Taehyung had warned me. The desire to kiss his coffee flavored foamed mouth was almost too much to bear.

I looked over at Taehyung who was sitting down besides me, with a look of concern on his face, I sighed a little and smiled at him, trying to reassure him I was okay. Lying of course, I was not okay, I was resisting urges to pull Jimin's face towards mine and tenderly kiss his soft pouty lips that had me hyperventilating every time I looked at him. I felt Jimin's thigh gently brush past mine, and i looked back at those eyes that were communicating cold nights and hot fires.

I took a deep, long drink of my coffee, hoping to find composure in its depths. It was pretty useless, I tried to focus on the other guys, to concentrate on the conversation that had been struck up among them, but Jimin was drawing me back in and every other second I ended up looking back at him and he would look at me too, his eyes staring deeply into mine, until even breathing was difficult.