Running In Circles // pjm.

Blue

I staggered exhaustedly to my room after depositing a very drunk Mia and Ro to the latter's room. The girls took the "go crazy" agenda a little too seriously and Minji and I watched wide-eyed as the two women did 7 shots of tequila in the first 10 minutes of arriving at the bar. I sighed as I sipped on my first and last cosmo, knowing that I wouldn't be able to let go, cursing my maternal instinct while also watching the girls like a hawk.

I washed up,  wiping off my makeup and putting my hair in a loose little bun. I stepped out of the room, plugged my phone into the charger and kicked off one shoe, getting ready to undress, and tuck myself into bed and look at the picture from tonight when I heard firm knocks at the door. It was past 2 AM, so I shot up, cautiously picked up a vase, just in case, and headed toward the door. I let my hand fall to the floor when I swung upon the door and saw Jimin fix his eyes on me while leaning against the frame.

"Oh, it's y-"

The man charged right at me, gripping both sides of my face in his hands, attacking my mouth with his own. He pushed me further into the room, pinning me against the wall by the bathroom while his tongue invaded my mouth. His hand snaked down my body, wrapping around my waist and flattening against my lower back, pressing my body flush against his. His other hand hooked under my knee, and he brought it up to clasp around his hips while his mouth continued its assault on mine. He pushed his hips forward, raising me higher, as he briskly lifted me up, my legs coordinated and instinctively latching around him. His hands planted firmly on my butt, as he carried me to the couch, which was closest to the door. I felt his cold fingers through the crisscross material of the stockings, as my skirt rid higher up, failing to act as a barrier. He sat down, taking me with him and his hand snaked around my nape to yank my hair tie off. His mouth ravaged mine, giving me barely enough time to breathe, let alone process my current state. He pulled off my other shoe and his fingers trailed along the hem of my crop top, as though he was debating what to do with it.

"Look at this damn outfit. Like it was made just to be taken off," he pulled back only to pull the shirt off me, and sat back, surveying, top to bottom. Just as he leaned in to resume his endeavor, I placed my hands on his chest, holding him back. I took a deep breath and looked him in the eye.

"Jimin, I- I've never," I shook my head, "I've never done..." his eyes widened in response, receiving my message without me actually saying it.

One hand resting on my thigh and the one on my neck, he ran his nose along mine and 15 seconds later, whispered, "well, do you want to?"

I gulped, nodding delicately after taking a moment to absorb his question and being unable to think about anything other than his mouth.

He didn't need to be signalled twice, as he leaned in, his mouth now carrying on a relatively gentle attack. He lifted me up yet again, carrying me to the large bed while gripping my ass roughly.

He tossed me onto the bouncy, soft sheets, and crawled over my body, our eyes never once leaving each other's'. "I've wondered what it'd be like to have you since that first time I had a taste," he whispered against my chest, starting a trail of hot, wet kisses down my body.

"I'm finally going to find out."

My back arched off the sheets in an involuntary response, it appeared as though I wanted to, too.