Running In Circles // pjm.

Cream Kisses

I sat in the car, squirming in my seat while Jimin pulled a mask on to his face.

"Do you want one?" he held out a black cloth.

"Who cares about me?" I muttered, "why would I need one? Besides, then it's just shadier and someone might suspect."

"Firstly, don't say things like that. And secondly," he nodded his head slowly, "maybe you're right."

"What was that?" I perked up.

"I said maybe you're right, no biggie," he shrugged and rolled his eyes.

"Of course, I'm right, I'm always right," I flicked my hair and smiled at him sweetly.

He smiled, narrowed his eyes at me, lifted up his mask and we drove out of the parking lot.

Jin's car is beauty.

Jimin turned on the stereo and Troye Sivan began singing behind us. I hummed along the song, looking at Jimin sporadically. Fuck this one-hand driving kink. He glanced sideways at me and placed his free hand on my thigh.

My eyes widened at the sudden, intimate contact. This really happens? The rest of me itched to pull out my phone and take a picture of his small but impactful action.

"What?" he asked suddenly.

"What?" I responded.

"What did you think of? He glanced at me again.

"Why- why- why do you ask?" I stammered.

"You just tensed up. What are you thinking about?" his hand squeezed my thigh.

"No- nothing," I looked out of the window.

Jimin pulled his hand off my thigh.

"No!" I barked at the loss of contact, "I mean, whatever."

He chuckled and held my hand in my lap.

"I wanted to take a picture," I admitted softly, "of this," I shook my hand and his. Hello, ground, you can swallow me now.

"Oh?" he smiled, "you trying to sell me out to a website or something?" he chuckled.

I yanked my hand out of his, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," he laughed, putting his hand back in its initial position, "here," he pulled up near Sobok, "I'll buy you 10 different kinds of ice-cream if you'd like. I was joking, I'm sorry."

I huffed, "you stay in the car, you might get noticed."

I pushed open the door without looking at him and he yanked me back.

"Oww- what?"

"So, this was your plan? Bring me out and buy me ice-cream? Because if so," he leaned forward and kissed me softly, "I got pretty lucky with you."

I smiled, all too sweetly.

"Who's buying you any?" I purred before rushing out of the car, leaving one frowny, open-mouthed Jimin behind in it.

//

I returned with caramel ice-cream and slid myself carefully into the passenger seat. It was a nice car and I wasn't trying to mess with it.

"you really didn't get me any?" he asked, loudly.

I shook my head slowly while simultaneously giving my scoop a nice, long lick.

He groaned beside me, "what am I going to do with you?"

I deliberately lathered some ice-cream onto my lips and abruptly pulled him to me by his collar, taking his mouth by surprise. I encased my lips onto his, fist clenching in the soft material of his shirt.

His hand instinctively hooked itself behind my neck as his mouth slid against mine in response, taking the lead.

We pulled back and he licked his lips as I muttered, "there you go," while attempting to shift my attention back to the highly perishable treat in my hand.

He hummed in appreciation and muttered, "well, at least you give me ideas for what I'm going to do with you," as he put his eyes back on the road and his hands back on the wheel.

"Can't wait to see," I whispered in response, my ice-cream forgotten.