Piece

∽ soaked ∽

This can't be true.

Holy fuck. Is this real? Am I dreaming? Five minutes ago , I was just a nobody. A creep. That girl who chose to look at the farthest corner to get a glimpse of the man she admires. Next thing I know, my friend drags me into a group of guys that I would never have the courage to talk to. Above all of that, we caused a scene yet managed to get a reward. I don't know about you, but being in the arms of Park Jimin is more than a reward but pure bliss.

I am still standing in from of him with his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. The dim light in this bar seems to be a weapon of my death as his eyes pierce through me. Does he really see me? Is this really true?

"Excuse me, Miss? But did you hear what I just said? " Jimin tilted his head with raised brows and a smirk. His drowsy eyes focusing on me.

'I heard you Jimin. I heard you clearly. I just don't know why I but I seem to be paralyzed. Save me.' I think to myself.

His eyes left my own and started to roam all over my body. He smirked and pointed at my soaked lace dress. He shakes his head and look up, "Looks like you won't be wearing that dress anymore."

Being the pathetic person I am, I uttere the words that I only know of in the past few minutes. "Y-You're Park J-Jimin"

"Yes, indeed I am. Kaja~let's get you cleaned up." Still wrapped in his arms and with our faces inches away, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me in to their lounge.

My instincts immediately made me look for Clyn. As we turn around, I saw her standing with her eyes and mouth wide open. Jimin seems to notice her too and ushered her with us as we head to their table. At first she didn't budge so I had no choice but pull her wrist as well.

As we inch closer to the lounge, the other members seem to notice us. Their laughter and conversations died down slowly as they realize Jimin with company. I followed their gaze as their eyes trail over the hands of Jimin that is still placed tightly on my waist.

I suddenly feel conscious but I can't seem to get out of his grip. Gosh, I didn't know Park Jimin is this strong and firm. I glanced over at Clyn and I can see her gaze focusing on one member. Kim Taehyung.

When we reached their lounge, Rap Monster stood up to let us take a seat and the other members follow through. They were being too polite so I decided to speak up. "G-gwenachana. You don't have to stand. Please. We don't wanna bother, sit down."

This feels weird. Totally. Undoubtedly. Weird. I want to palm my face for speaking too casual to them. But what the fuck was I supposed to do. I can't act cute. It's not like I can say "oppa" to them. That's not me.

"Ahh.. Joesonghamnida. Please, have a seat." I stood up and politely urged them to sit down.

The members looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. Rap Monster, Suga and J-hope were the first ones to sit down in front of us. Taehyung sat beside J-hope at our right so he's almost sitting beside Clyn. Seconds later, I felt Clyn pinching my back which caused me to yelp. At that moment, Jungkook was about to sit down next to Taehyung but he got surprised because of me so he chose to sit next to Rap Monster instead.

I pretended to cough to cover the sudden yelp and glare at Clyn. She just looked at me sheepishly. This girl. She's gonna get get a wack on her head when we get home. Why do I always have to be the punching bag.

Jimin sat down beside me closely. Too closely. You could see it in his eyes that he had too much drink already. Questions about his life behind the camera rushes through me and creates some sort fondness in this situation.  Nothing could beat this moment right here. Being with BTS in this lounge doesn't make me feel like I am hanging out with a celebrity.  Looking at him now being so relaxed and unguarded sends tingles on my fingertips. I watch as he arches his head back to take another swig of the bottle of beer he's drinking. This is irreplaceable.