Running In Circles // pjm.

Cliché

10 minutes into the deafeningly silent car ride, Jimin turned on the music system and my stereo resumed playing BigBang's 'MADE.' He hummed in appreciation of my music and glanced playfully at me, and about 17 seconds later, I fell asleep.

I woke up to feel of a hand stroking my cheek, shamelessly leaning into the touch whilst my eyes fluttered open. Jimin was leaning over his seat, small smile dancing on his face as he whispered, "wake up, doll."

I sat up straight, blinking rapidly and pushing the nonexistent hair out of my face. I turned to look at Jimin, who had already exited the car and walked halfway around to open my door.

"Come on," he urged, holding out his hand for me.

I took a deep breath and took it, stepping out of the car and registering my surroundings.

We were on an upward winding path that seemed like it was in the middle of nowhere.

"Is there where you kill me and dismember me and run away with my car?" I said, looking around frantically.

Jimin laughed, leading us forward to the edge of the path where the road slid down and beyond it was a sea of the twinkling city lights.

"No, it would be a shame to waste this view. I would just push you off here." He crossed his arms.

"Wow," I breathed, my eyes scanning the twinkling lights beneath, "with this kind of scenery, I wouldn't even mind. I haven't really seen much of the city, it's incredible."

"You know what'll make it better?" his eyes twinkled.

I raised my brows interrogatively.

"Ice cream!" he exclaimed and pulled out two cones of ice cream from his pockets. I gasped feigning shock and followed it with laughter. At him. Because you're so damn cute, Park Jimin.

He held out the ice cream cone and I took it from him, immediately unwrapping and devouring its vanilla goodness. He chuckled and ate his, reaching out and swiping his thumb against the side of mouth and then sticking it in his mouth.

I snickered, "was there even any ice cream on there?"

He smiled, eyes and all.

"I guess you'll never know."

I crossed my arms across my chest, shivering from the cold and narrowed my eyes at him.

"You know what'll make this even better?" he asked taking my now empty wrapper and throwing it in a bin nearby with his.

"What?" I asked as he walked toward me.

He opened up his denim jacket, encasing me within it, leaving not a fingers gap between our bodies. I breathed heavily, clutching on to the sides of his shirt with my fingers as his body radiated heat onto mine. I shivered again, this time not from the cold as he tilted my head up and kissed me warmly, hands firmly wrapped around me.

"Isn't that so much better?" he whispered against my lips.

"The fucking best." I responded, before planting my lips back on his and snuggling deeper into him.

// The drive back home had been informative as Jimin was hell bent on knowing all about my family there was to know. He asked about my parents, my sister, my childhood and my schooling experience- sharing chunks of his own life to put me at ease. By the end of the 20-minute drive I knew more about Jimin than I had in the 10 months since I had moved.

He parked my car in her usual spot, stepping out to open the door for me, which I ruined by rushing out myself.
"I would've done that." He sighed as I slammed the door closed.

"I have hands, Jimin, I can open my own doors."

"I know, doll, I've felt them," he winked. Oh my god.

"I'M GOING TO GO NOW." I said, a little louder than necessary, grabbing my car keys and making a run for it.

"TARA!" he called back.

I slowed down and turned around, "what?"

"Thank you for not being exceedingly difficult today." He smiled.

"Pfft..." I walked backwards before turning aroundand sprinting into my lobby. It was past 2:30 when I arrived home and I already knew the genre of dreams that awaited me.