Running In Circles // pjm.

Favours

I set my bag down on the couch and ruffled my hair in distress. Why is he here?

"You're pretty messy," he looked around and nonchalantly claimed.

I turned around, mouth falling open. "You shouldn't intrude in someone's house and criticize it," I crossed my arms.
"I'm not criticizing the house. I like the house. I'm saying you're messy," he walked over to the counter and sat on one of the stools.

"Well, then, you shouldn't intrude in someone's house and criticize that someone."
"There you go again telling me what I should and shouldn't do." He leaned back on the counter. Ah, I'm glad at least one of us is comfortable.

I hesitantly walked into the kitchen, all of last night's events playing in my head.
"Outside of the building and after work hours we're not colleagues, so..." I downed a glass of water. He sat propped with his elbows on the counter and chin resting on his palms, wearing a white t shirt with a distressed denim jacket, on top of black leather pants and black timberlands.

"I know." He cocked his head to the side, examining me. I was unnerved.

"Do you want tea?" I asked. Dangerous path, dangerous path.

He chuckled, eyes glimmering, "no, thank you. But I did want to ask you about it. It was... interesting. What kind of tea was it?"

"My kind." I shrugged.

He narrowed his eyes at me, "yes, but what was in it?"

"Just some stuff. If I told you guys, you wouldn't need me around anymore," I walked around the counter and stood before him, leaning in, "the tea recipe goes to my grave with me." I whispered and turned around, hearing him guffaw right behind me. Cute.

I was determined to show him that having him in my house didn't unnerve me. So, I turned around and asked nonchalantly, "are you planning on staying awhile? I want to get changed."

I needed to get my lenses out of my eyes before they fused into my eyeballs but I didn't want to wear my glasses with Jimin around. I sighed when he responded, "get comfortable, Tara. Hopefully just like last night," and winked.

I rushed into the bedroom and threw on a white camisole, and black sweatpants. I longed to be free of my bra but groaned in realization that I needed to be completely alone for that. I took my lenses out, placing them in the case by the sink and contemplated wearing my glasses. I sighed, eyeing them and then leaving them behind.

I walked out to see Jimin loitering about the kitchen.
"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Looking for the tea powder. I thought I should return the favor." He said, eyeing me top to bottom. Aish.

I blushed mildly, covering my face with my hand and approached the kitchen platform, "second cupboard up on your left."

I sat myself on one of the stools while he pulled out the jar of tea powder, carefully pouring some into the vessel. I took the opportunity to study his face.

Look at that focus. I smiled to myself. He's cute.

A thick lock of blonde hair slithered onto his forehead and he casually brushed it back, only to have it slide back down. I bit my lip and got on my feet before I even realized it, leaning over the counter and delicately pushing the hair off his forehead.

He glanced up and locked his eyes with mine. I blinked and started to withdraw my hand when he clasped his own around my wrist. His thumb daintily caressed the skin of my palm and slid upward, locking his fingers into mine. He slowly leaned forward, his other hand sliding into my neck. I felt his thumb graze my jawline a second before I felt his plush lips envelope mine. He kissed me softly, as though his mouth was trying to comfort mine, not claim it. His hand ran through my hair and settled at the back of my neck as he pulled back, resting his forehead on mine- our breaths merged with one another in perfect synchronization.

"What am I going to do with you?" he whispered.

It was sweet, it was intimate, and it was scary as hell.