I walked around the counter to help him pour the tea, suddenly extremely conscious of the way I was dressed. The man looked like he'd just walked out of a magazine cover and I was clad in sweatpants. Fucking sweatpants.
"Turn off the stove," Jimin said, while pulling out two cups from the cabinet behind him.
"Saying please wouldn't hurt but okay," I complained, turning off the stove and turning around to grab the strainer, but instead bumping into a smiley Jimin.
He chuckled, "please."
I scoffed, stepping around and grabbing the strainer.
"Aish! Tara! Why did you turn on another stove and leave this on?" he half-yelled.
"Oh, oops. Sorry." I shrugged nonchalantly. Truthfully, I hadn't intended to do so, but my eyesight had failed me. But that wasn't something I wanted him to know.
"You'll drive me crazy, woman, seriously." He shook his head, pouring the tea equally into both cups. I smirked.
"it's hard enough being around you without you saying shit like that." I stirred the tea in both cups and walked around the counter.
"Language, doll. But I'm glad you feel that way."
"What way? On edge?" I sat down.
"Yeah. I shouldn't be the only one experiencing this." He started toward me.
"you're insane," I shook my head and reached over to take the cup of tea, but he beat me to it, picking it up and setting it in front of me.
"Drink up and then we'll go somewhere." He said, leaning against the counter and taking a sip.
I frowned, "go somewhere? It's 1 AM."
"So? Unless you have something better to do," he shrugged, putting the cup to his lips. Lucky cup.
"I mean..." I took a tentative sip. Hmm. Not bad.
"Then we're going." He said, sitting down across from me. Why won't you sit next to me? I drank my tea soundlessly, observing him from over the rim.
"I'll interpret your silence as agreement," he smiled and coked his head to the side, hair tumbling along, "also, do you not know it's rude to stare?"
I blinked, "you're pretty rude yourself so don't mind if I do."
He chuckled, taking his last sip and putting the cup by the sink.
"You done?" he asked, walking around to my side.
"I don't know how you guys drink tea like that. You're supposed to cherish it," I muttered, irritated.
He laughed and whirled my stool to the side before seating himself in front of me, our knees touching.
"Okay, then. You cherish and enjoy the tea while I do the same with my view." He said with a playful smile, propping his hand on the counter surface and resting his face in his palm.
I continued drinking my tea, holding his gaze firm. We looked at each other for lord knows how long before I set my cup down, cleared my throat and stood up. Except I hadn't looked while I'd done it and the cup slipped off the edge of the platform when I stood up. Jimin swiftly reached out to catch it and place it on surface properly and looked at me with wide eyes.
He shook his head, "are you always like this?"
"I hope not." I mumbled and started walking toward the bedroom.
"What are you doing?" he asked from behind me, approaching slowly.
"Changing my clothes?" I turned around
"That won't be necessary." He stopped right in front of me. What is personal space for anyway?
"But-"
"But do wear your glasses, Tara, please," my eyes widened and he stroked my cheek with his index finger. "I'm not letting your pride get us into a freak accident of any kind." He smiled. Oh, fucking hell.
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Running In Circles // pjm.
Fanfiction"I want... I- stay. I want you to stay," I stuttered the words, admitting them softly. "You come by and then you leave. You don't stay. You don't stay with me. So I want-" He stormed onto me, taking my face in his hands and assaulting my lips with h...
