Running In Circles // pjm.

Scrambled Eggs

I yawned almost aggressively as I stepped out of my room, being welcomed by the smell of fresh coffee and eggs. My stomach growled in anticipation as my sleepy legs struggled to catch up with it.

My feet dragged lazily toward the delicious scents of the kitchen as I fastened my robe around me.

"Good morning, sleepy head," I heard and was greeted by the sight of Park Jimin in my kitchen, scrambling eggs. He smiled brightly at me, eyes and all. My stomach did a 360, and it wasn't from the hunger.

"To you too, Jimin-ssi. You look happy this morning," I perched myself on the stool across the counter from him.

"This morning?" he held my gaze while continuing scrambling, "don't I always look happy?
I scoffed and propped my face on in my palm, "I don't even know what you're always so happy for."

"I get it- not everyone shares my wonder for the world," he said walking around the counter, approaching me, "but I wish you for one could see it."

He stopped before me and snaked his hand to the back of my head, grabbing a fistful of my hair and jerking back my head. I gasped at the sudden contact and he took advantage of my surprise- bending downward and folding his lips onto mine.

I responded spontaneously, my hands sliding up his sides and resting on his hips, as our mouths moved in harmony.

We pulled away moments later and I breathed heavily, "well, good fucking morning," and heard his laugh float away as he resumed his position in the kitchen.

I sat patiently, watching him closely. It had been almost two months since Jimin and I commenced our little secret endeavor and it was just as it was. Amidst the crazy schedules and practices, the man would come to my house in the after-hours. He also spent the night quite often after my first request the night after we returned from LA. The rest of the boys teased him constantly about "the secret woman" who he'd sneak off to see and Jimin would roll his eyes and say "it's not like that" before glancing at me- and I would pretend to be intrigued before looking away to hide my blush.

Jimin and I still hadn't talked about what it was that we were doing and I got the sense that we were both equally reluctant to bring it up. So, neither of us did.

"Oh, by the way, I took your spare key," he said, nonchalantly, placing a full plate of breakfast before me.

I gagged, "WHAT?"

"The spare key that you always leave in the drawer by your bed," he nodded, "I took it."

"What do you mean you took it?" I said, breakfast now forgotten.
"It was there and I took it," he pushed the plate further toward me, "eat, Tara."

"Um, excuse me? One second," I frowned, "you just took the key?"

"Yes, I already said that," he sat by me, taking a sip from 'his' mug.

"Just like that?" my brows shot up.

"How else, doll? He cocked his head to the side.

"You just- you- you didn't even think to ask?" I stuttered.
"I did. But I knew you'd freak," he gestured toward me, "like this."

"Well, yeah, because normal people don't just TAKE other people's house keys!" my eyes were probably ready to jump out of their eyeballs.

"But then again, I'm not normal people and you are not just other people to me," he nonchalantly took another sip, placing his hand on my thigh.

My mouth hung open and I continued to stare at him in shock.

What is he doing?

He chuckled.

"Eat your breakfast, Tara," he smiled at me, "it just makes sense if we're going to sneak around like this. Besides, it's not going to make much of a difference from what we're doing now."

I narrowed my eyes at him before taking in a deep breath and turning to my coffee.

"we're not going to do this forever," I muttered and took a sip of my coffee, sensing his hand tense in response.

"Maybe not," he whispered, and we continued to function in silence around each other, the air around us dense with tension.