virtuous deception || pjm (editing)

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HYEJIN

And this, is where we will be sleeping." Jimin opened the door to the 4th and largest guest bedroom. It was much like my room at Jimin's, without the window seat, and a queen size instead of a double. There was also an en suite, with both a shower and bath.

"We?" I questioned.

"She'll be suspicious otherwise. Don't worry, I'll sleep on the sofa or floor."

"No, you don't have to do that. I can." He shook his head at me.

"You go first." Jimin nodded towards the bathroom. "I'll go get our stuff." I nodded at him, walking towards the bathroom and shutting the door behind me.

Briskly I took a shower, washing my hair and lathering my body in a delectable soap, which had a faint scent of vanilla. It reminded me much of Jimin. Eventually I got out the bath, waking over to the mirror, wiping it of condensation. Staring back at me was someone who looked like a drowned rat. I'm so ugly. What does anyone see in me. I almost missed it, but also in the reflection was something that shouldn't be there. My eyes widened, my pupils dilated. A small screeching chuckle left my mouth.

Behind me was a hanger, and strung on it was something black and lacy. Lingerie. It looked very tight and something that would make anyone look scantily clad. Admittedly, it was pretty. Very pretty in fact. But nothing I'd ever wear. Curiosity compelled me and I checked the tags. It was an expensive brand not to mention a foreign brand. Size 4. Is this woman psychic, this is my size? I checked further down the label. 34C. How- The- Hell- Did she know my bra size?

The twist of the bedroom door handle startled me. It must've just been Jimin. I flinched, feeling something on my foot. Peering down, I saw a yellow sticky note. Must've fallen out of the lingerie.

Hope you like my little gift. I hope it wasn't too much I am just desperate for grandchildren and it's always fun to spice things up. Don't you think? I'm just an old woman so what would I know. Anyway, I guessed the size. Jimin usually has similar taste. You were a little slimmer than the others but I'm a good guess.

I hope this is Hyejin reading this. If it's you Jimin, just put this note back with the lingerie for Hyejin. I'm not doing this out of perverseness but just out of the love of my future grandchildren.

-Mrs Park, soon to be Mother in Law.

My cheeks were burning hotter than the sun in that moment. I supressed the laugh as I could hear Jimin shuffling around outside. I gazed again on the lingerie. I was curious. I had never worn such a thing. Out of interest, I stood on my tiptoes to get the hanger down, before standing in front of the mirror, holding the lingerie to my body.

It didn't look bad. The black mixed well with my black hair and contrasted well against my fair skin. The lacy details were delicate and exquisitely stitched. Despite its sexual meaning, it was quite pretty and I had an urge to try it on.

"Hyejin?" Jimin thumped on the door. His breath was ragged behind the door, as if he was panting. I squeaked, throwing the lingerie away, into the towel closet and reaching for my own towel.

"U-um y-yes?"

"Can you hurry up, I really need a shower."

"Okay I'll be quick. What did you do? You're panting like crazy." I questioned, wrapping my towel around me tentatively.

"I went on a run. You've been in there for like 35 minutes."

"That's a pretty normal amount of time." I unlocked the door and opened it, holding my towel tightly. I heard him scoff as the light from outside flooded through the crack between the door and frame.

On the other side of the door was a sight to behold. Jimin leaned against the doorframe, breath starting to calm. Newly dyed, blonde hair brushed his eyes which were closed, his eyelashes grazing his cheeks, which were flushed pink. He took steady breaths through a parted mouth. My eyes wandered downwards to realise he was only dressed in shorts and his trainers. A thin sheen of sweat coated his skin, catching the light and creating shine. As he took a breath in, his chest rose, making his abs contract and his pelvic V-line faintly visible above his waistband. Averting my eyes, I heard him chuckle.

"Close your mouth darling, you'll catch flies." He chuckled, a slight smirk forming on the edges of his lips. My cheeks reddened. "It's not like you haven't seen this all before." He smirked, putting one arm on the wall behind me. He was so close, I could feel his warm minty breath grazing my cool, wet skin. I clutched my towel closer and tighter, seeing my knuckles slightly white.

"I-I uh-um." I stuttered while Jimin proceeded to laugh, doubling over. He backed away, heading back towards the bathroom.

"You're cute when your nervous. Especially when it's around me." He wiggled his eyebrows, closing the door. I managed to breath properly for the first time in minutes and continued to rummage through my suitcase for some nice clothes while Jimin ran a shower. About fifteen minutes later, when the water stopped running and steam was billowing through the crack under the door, I heard a creak of something inside the bathroom and Jimin muttering something to himself.

"Hyejin?" He called, a sound of confusion mingled in his voice.

"Yeah?" The door slightly creaked open, revealing Jimin with a towel wrapped around him. Thank god I'm dressed this time. He brought something out from behind the doorframe. Something familiar that I hadn't wanted him to see.

"Care to explain?" He dangled the black lacy fabric of earlier, teasingly. "I mean you didn't have to seduce me, as nice as the idea is. You could've just asked- "He chuckled.

"NO! That's not what it is." I covered my face, about to die from embarrassment and laughter. Quickly, I shifted through my back pocket and held the sticky note towards him. Throwing the lingerie on the bed, he approached me, taking the note from my hand. His eyes skimmed though the scrawled ink which was slightly smudged due to my earlier wet hands.

"I'm actually going to kill my mother."

"She's just being a mother. Mine would do the same I'm sure." I chuckled as he glared at me, a smirk threatening his lips. Instead he smiled, shaking his head.

"Aren't you supposed to be on my side, Jagi?" He said sweetly, trying to hug me from behind.

"Yah, get off me, you're all wet." I scoffed, tugging away from him. He reached for his luggage, quickly finding a pair of jeans. He made his way back to the bathroom, about to shut the door before he turned.

"I wouldn't mind seeing you in that though. Consider it?" He smirked.

"Pervert." I hissed, pulling the door shut for him.

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Double update. Aren't I nice... nah I'm just bored out of my mind.
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