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✔Territorial | Jimin

 

  

   Park Jimin is a territorial individual.

   You knew it, he knew it, and you know he made sure that everyone around you both, knew it.

  Did you mind?

  Not one bit.

  You lean into Jimin, listening to Namjoon's story about Jungkook and fruit flies. Jimin excitedly accepts your presense, his arm resting against the back of the sofa behind you.

  The two of you had been invited to a "small" party at an old friend of yours, and conveniently, so had the rest of BTS. The eight of you had ended up taking over a certain corner, and all talked amongst yourselves.

  "Jagiii~?" Jimin says, his arm dropping to tightly wrap around your waist.

   "Yes, Jiminie?" You ask, turning your head to look at your boyfriend.

   "Will you get me some water. Preeettyyy please?" He asks, looking at you with puppy-dog eyes and a pouty lip. You chuckle softly, resting your forehead on his for a brief moment, before sitting up and making your way to the kitchen of your friend's house.

   The kitchen was far more crowded than where you and the members of BTS had been hanging out. Several people that you didn't know crowded around the refrigerator and ice chests, talking amongst themselves innocently.

   You kneel in front of the low refrigerator, hunting for some form of bottled water. You were in your own little world, humming and searching for water.

  That is, up until a pair of unfamiliar arms snake around your waist and pull you to an unfamiliar chest. You squeak, uncomfortable in the way that the arms held you. You didn't fit quite right in the mysterious person's grasp. Not the way you and Jimin fit in one another's arms like puzzle pieces.

  "I haven't seen you at a place like this." A deep voice whispers against the hair beside your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You feel sick to your stomach.

  "At a house party? I'm sure." You answer sarcastically, still trying to fight against his grasp. At least, he sounded like a man.

 
  You're abruptly turned around, and met face-to-face with a tall, American man with close-cropped blond hair and hazel eyes. Admittedly, he was handsome.

 
  But not the way Jimin was.

  "Hi, um. I'm flattered and all, but I have a boyf--"

  "Don't they all, sweetheart?" He slurs, his hot breath reeking of alcohol. You wrinkle your nose in repulsion, turning your head away from him. You catch a glimpse of the couches, where your boyfriend and his fellow idols sat. They all sat around, laughing and talking earnestly.

  Then Jimin's eyes met yours.

  But the man's hand reaches up, clamping onto your jaw and forcefully making your head turn and look at him. He lunges forward, pressing his cold lips against yours.

  Both a scream and a gag fight eachother for a chance to escape your lips, both silenced by the man's repulsive lips, moving against yours.

  It felt like an eternity, before Jimin forcefully yanks the man off of you, simultaneously pushing him across the kitchen.

 
  "Hey man! What the--"

  "You touch her again, I will kill you." Jimin growls, somehow gently pushing you behind him. You grasp at his sweatshirt, trying to wipe every trace of the man off of yourself.

  "I didn't know she had a boyfri--" he begins to spill lies.

  "Right." Jimin hisses, his voice dripping with venom.

   "Come on, jagiya," Jimin wraps his arms around you protectively, casting the drunken man one last poisonous glare. You return the hug, letting him lead you back to the couch; where six Bangtan members looked at the two of you worriedly.

  "When Jimin hyung tore out of here, I actually thought he was going to kill  someone!" Jungkook says, looking at the two of you with a concerned glance.

  "You should've seen it. When Jimin saw that dude kissing you, he literally used Taehyung as a launch pad. We didn't get to see anything but some foreign dude get thrown across the kitchen." Jin tells you, leaning into Namjoon.

  "I'm sure it was interesting." You say glumly, pressing your fingertips against your lips. They felt disgusting.

  Suddenly, Jimin ducks down, replacing your fingers with his own, warm lips. Unlike the kiss from the drunken dude in the kitchen, this kiss released a frenzied butterflies into the pit of your stomach.

  "See? Aren't you glad I'm so territorial, (Y/N)?" He whispers.

  "I always was, you idiot."