Curiosity (Jimin x reader)

Chapter Four

           Hello, it's me the most inactive person ever. I've been getting messages and comments on this story about updating, and as lazy and uninspired as I am, I'm starting to throw some stuff together. Hope you enjoy and sorry for any mistakes! -Kayliegh 🏳️‍🌈

Dinner ends smoothly with some fancy dessert and light chit chat. Never could I imagine Jimin to be so gentlemanly, it causes a streak of electricity to run through me. Jimins contrast of the public eye, my eyes and the eyes of my parents are so different it gives me a strange thrill. "Honey why don't you show Jimin around the place before he leaves! I want him to know the lay out of the house if he's to come by for dinner again." My mothers flirtatious smile makes my stomach turn and I give her a small glare. "I would love a tour." Jimin looks down at me with a warm smile on his face, placing his hand on my shoulder. "Oh..okay" I stand, and lead Jimin out of the dining room. "You're parents aren't that bad." His words shock me slightly but I continue walking nonetheless. "They're different with company." After showing him the bottom floor, I take him upstairs to where our library and guest rooms are.

       Jimin seems awe struck by glass ceiling in our library that allows us to star gaze. A sight I've grown bored of honestly. "This is beautiful! You must look out here every night." Shrugging I take a seat on the leather couch we had against the wall. "Not really. I've gotten kind of...bored of it. I used to want to be an astronomer or astronaut or something, but my parents kind of sucked the dreams out of me." I say, looking up towards the sky. Silence ensues and I look over at Jimin only to see he was already looking at me, with a sad look. "What?" I ask, blushing and looking opposite of him. "Doesn't that make you...sad?" His question seems to glue my lips together. "Y/n?" Breathing in I begin picking at my finger nails, a nervous habit of mine. "I mean, I guess. But I've never really thought about it. I don't like to think about things that make me sad, do you?" My voice grows quieter the more I spoke and Jimin grew closer to the fancy leather couch. "Well, no, but it's okay to be sad." My heart skips a beat as he sits next to me, rubbing small soothing circles on my back.

     "Why do you even care?" I whisper, looking up towards him only to be frozen in place. The stars seem to be in his eyes and it's a sight I don't think I would ever grow bored of. "Because, I.... I care about you. And you're mine, and I don't want anyone to hurt you, or make you sad, even if it's your own parents."

       The silence that came afterwards was broken by the ringing of Jimins cellphone. His face is apologetic as he answers the phone, I was still shocked by his words I could not process Jimin leaving in a rush. "I'm sorry I have to go." Leaning down he gives me a quick kiss, "I'll see you later doll." I watch him walk away, my whole body a flame in a blush. But just as Jimin was about to run down the stairs, he stops. "Just one more." Suddenly he's infront me and giving me one more kiss. Unconsciously I raise my hand to touch my tingling lips and I smile. Something changed, may it be a string in my heart or something wrong with my brain. This boy, this supposed wolf in sheeps clothing, has me falling for him.

    Currently, I was at a teen youth meeting, bored and inattentive. That is until one of the more quieter girls, (f/n), approaches me. It's really quite shocking because I've never talked to her a day in my life, and she never seemed fully interested in me either. "I know you're seeing him." Her words shock me, and I have the sudden urge to melt into the ground right at that moment. "I won't tell anyone!" She adds on quickly when she notices my posture change. Turning to her I ask in a rushed whisper, "How do you know?!" (F/n) fidgety behavior causes me to calm down slightly, pitying her and her shyness. "I seen you walking into his house, I probably wouldn't have known it was you but you were wearing the flats you always wear and it kind of gave it away."
       "How can I trust you won't tell anyone?" I say, arms crossed. Biting her lip she looks down at me and my seated position before saying something that astonished me. "Because....I want to hang out with those guys too, and you of course."  Now, I'm not the kind of mean girl that's the type of 'you can't sit with us' but I have a sneaking suspicion that she doesn't just want to hang out. "You want to hang out with guys like Jimin?" She nods quickly, biting her lip. Anger is the first feeling that comes to mind at her reaction to me talking about Jimin and I can be very impulsive when angry. "What would you want with someone like Jimin?" The question startled her slightly, I could tell by her suddenly flushed cheeks. "I just think he's cool..... and sooooo cute!" She says hugging her knitted white sweater tighter to her body. Her confession leads to me grinding my teeth in jealousy, even if I had no right to be jealous. "Well actually, Jimin has a girlfriend." Shocking not only (f/n) but myself with this statement, I can see her eyes widen, disappointment clear. But I'm not gonna lie, it felt good to watch her get upset over her not being able to have Jimin. A little too good. "Awww really? Who?" Her question throws me off a bit, "me" sitting at the top of my tongue. Wait, am I referring to myself as Jimins girlfriend? No, no way I am, Jimin is jimin and (y/n) is (y/n). "Hello? Earth to (y/n) ?" My train of thought is broke by (f/n) hand waving in front of my face. "So, who is he dating?"

     "Oh, just some girl."