Running In Circles // pjm.

Don't Ask

I got my ass kicked.

I had played a ton of video games with 3 of my guy friends in school, but that was three years ago, and I seemed to have seriously overestimated the innateness of my skills. Taehyung and Jungkook probably gamed in all their free time and naturally, they defeated me. Royally. Jin almost knocked over his ice-cream on the couch when my gut-wrenching scream of defeat echoed in the Bangtan dorm.

Taehyung bent over laughing and Jungkook grinned sheepishly, not wanting to gloat for the purpose of being respectful.

"What in the world is going on here?" Jimin had emerged from somewhere in the house when I turned around. He was changed and barefaced.  Fucking beautiful, still.

"Tara- Tara got her ass handed to her," Taehyung said in between breaths and busts of laughter.

I rolled my eyes dramatically.

"I'M OUT OF PRACTICE!"

"Okay, then, let's make you practice," Jungkook suggested.

"Yah, rematch! I didn't think having something on you would be this fun!" Taehyung said enthusiastically.

Jin pulled Jungkook back by his shirt and he plopped down on the couch beside him.

"I think you kids need to lower your volume," he said, feeding Jungkook some of his ice-cream.

"No, no rematch. You guys will wake Yoongi hyung up and then we'll all be in trouble," Jimin said, strolling over to us, "you're too damn loud."

Taehyung groaned.

"Yah, did you even give her a tour of the house? Or were you too busy kicking her ass?" He crossed his arms on his chest and smirked when I glared at him.

"You do it. I want to play another match," Taehyung said, his attention shifting back to the console.

"If you insist," Jimin whispered, halting by my ear when he leaned in to grab his phone off the couch.

He gestured, "after you," and I walked around the couch to stand by the stairs, waiting for him to take the lead.

"Go ahead," he said, the two of us looking at each other at the foot of the staircase.

"Why? So you can look at my butt?" I propped my hand on my hips.

He smiled, "I don't make elaborate plans to look at your butt, doll, come on," he gestured again.

I huffed and started climbing the stairs, stopping at the top and turning around sharply, almost colliding with Jimin.

"Maybe I should make elaborate plans to look at your butt because that was some view," he muttered. We were standing too close to each other in a common area. UGH!

I stumbled back and Jimin walked by me, taking my hand in his and leading me to a room on the right side of the corridor.

He opened the door and slid his hand out of mine to place it on the small of my back, leading me in. I entered, gingerly, arms crossed, looking around the room.

It looked warm under the pretty yellow lights. Two white beds lined against the right wall, a bean bag chair in front of them, a shelf full of little figurines on the opposite wall and a little bookshelf by the door. His room was cute. Just like him.

"Cute," I turned to him once I had scanned the room satisfactorily. His arms were crossed and his feet, too, as he leaned against the wooden shelf.

"Thanks," he muttered, pushing off and striding toward me.

He stopped inches from me and placed his hand delicately on my forearm. I took a deep breath as his hand slide upward, my eyes following his trail. He stopped at my bicep and ran his hand downward this time, taking my hand in his and holding on tight.

"I've thought so many times about having you in here. And now you are," he whispered, stepping closer, our noses almost touching.

"I am," I tilted my head upward, "what did I do here in your thoughts?"

he ran the tip of his nose along mine and chuckled, "don't ask questions you don't want answers to."

Oh.

You're driving me crazy, Park Jimin.