Running In Circles // pjm.

Careful

Unfortunately for me, the chairs at the venue were non-adjustable. The rest all being pretty tall, I just had to squat slightly to get the right angles. But Jimin was not as tall as them and it didn't help that he lounged on the chair, sinking into it. Yet again, I had to find another way to get the right angle, since last time's hack was definitely not an option. I didn't want to be kneeling down in between his legs. Not yet, you don't.

Brushing the perverted thoughts out of my head I walked around him to sit on Mia's chair, sliding it toward him till our limbs were all intertwined. He raised his head and looked at me and I took his face in my hands, tilting it close to me. His hum vibrated in my hand and I ignored him skillfully, continuing my job with dexterity.

"Take as long on me as you did the others, Tara. Why do you treat me differently?" he asked with a smirk. Jerk.

"I don't," I avoided all eye contact, "there's a time constraint now. Why didn't you sit with Mia today?"

"I didn't want to. Are you back to telling me what I should and shouldn't do?"

"Didn't think I ever did," I mumbled.

"There you go being difficult again." He said and leaned back.

"STOP DOING THAT!" I held his head up.

"See?" he smiled, "see what I'm talking about?"

I sighed. "Let me do my job, Jimin, please," I said, "it's hard enough being around you." I whispered the last bit.

"And why is that, doll?" he whispered back, leaning closer.

My hand got tangled in a rouge wire and I pulled back, only to send the blow dryer flying off the table.

"Shit. Fuck," I mumbled, bending down ad picking it up and setting it on the next table. Why am I clumsy? I'm never clumsy!

I looked back at him. "Because you're a jerk."

He laughed loudly, "careful. And don't you dare say you are."

Flashes from the previous night flooded my head and I blushed, looking down to hide it and softly thanking my tan skin for not letting it show.

"You don't have to have light skin for me to know when you're blushing. You can't hide from me." He lifted up my face with his index finger.

"Now, do your job, Tara." He sat propped up.

I shook my head and did as he said this time.

He didn't say another word till I was done, getting up and nodding in acknowledgement at himself, in the mirror. I watched him leave, expecting him to at least look me and marveling at his sudden mood swing.

Shaking my head empty of all Jimin-related thoughts, I walked over to manager-nim. The boys changed their outfits quickly, and we made minor changes to their look before they headed to their performance. We all screamed wishes of luck at them and Taehyung winked at me cutely before exiting the room. I laughed and hoped for everything to go smoothly, crunching on a cucumber and watching them begin their performance on the monitor.

They're so good. I fangirled a tiny bit before snapping back to professionalism and looking away when Jimin popped up on screen, flicking his jacket off his shoulders. A DEMON! I couldn't afford to be any more attracted to him than I already was.

They returned 15 minutes later and the room was abuzz. They changed back into their award show suits while the stylists all made minor changes again. At one point the buzz in the room so was intense, I got pushed and lost balance because of having to be on my tiptoes in moments like these. Yoongi reached out and held onto my wrist while someone all too familiar gripped my waist from the back and placed me in my initial position, holding me steady. Softly throwing out a pair of 'thank you's, I resumed my task.

Everyone in the room was ecstatic when they won 'Album of The Year', cheering loudly at the monitor. Mia and I had a 30 second dance party amongst ourselves before the manager told us that we could leave. Mia volunteered to catalogue since she wasn't around yesterday and I hopped out toward the gate where our car waited. A hand lashed out and pulled me in one of the dark corners backstage and I managed to let out a small squeal before another covered my mouth.

"Shh, SHH!" the hand fell away from my mouth and grasped my shoulders. I squinted in the dark.

"Jimin?! What the fuck!" I slapped his shoulder. "What the hell are you doing!" I whispered.

His grip around my shoulders stayed firm.

"Go straight home. I'll see you later." He whispered.

"Later?" I frowned. "What are you say-"

His rapid breath fell on my cheek as his lips crashed onto mine. He kissed me hard and fast, his grip tightening around me and then leaving me breathless and dazed all too suddenly.

"Home, Tara," he growled, "don't be difficult." He gave my shoulders one last squeeze and walked away.

But I'm not, Jimin. You are.