✓ dirty dancing｜park jimin

purpose

purpose: noun
a reason for which something is done or created or for which something exists.

10 pm

Jungkook grabbed my hand dragging me outside, into the alleyway.

'What. The. Fuck,', he pushed me to the brick wall, 'Was. That?'

What is with this man and walls?

He looked angry, I could see fire in his eyes.

Jada did that to help me!
Jungkook's talking to me now!

Not in a nice way, but it's better than nothing, I guess.

Thank you, Jada!

'Why are you talking to me all of a sudden?', I questioned, lifting my chin up.

He took a deep breath.

'Because it annoys me seeing you with other... People.'

'And it annoyed me to see you with Mary.', I admitted, confidently.

Jungkook looked taken aback for a split second.

He then laughed. His face turned to the right.

Did I just embarrass myself?

'I thought you'd choose Jimin. So I didn't bother talking to you.'

I was about to speak before he pressed his hard body against me.

Muscles are my weakness.

'But I guess not.'

NO, I ACTUALLY LIKE JIMIN.

RIGHT?

WRONG.

'You're wearing these fucking pants again.'

His fingers traced the skin just where the waistband of my jeans ended.
This simple touch made me long for him.

Jimin.

'So, why are you here?', I asked, trying to change the subject from my jeans.

'I have this thing...', he trailed off nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck.

His touch is driving me wild.

He smelled of the same cologne, but it wasn't like Jimin's.

JIMIN.

'Fuck, Jungkook.', I shut my eyes tight trying to turn my head away.

'Hmm?', he kissed my bare shoulder.

'N-Not here.'

Not in an alleyway at least.

God, Rose, you're inner prude is coming out.

Jungkook pushed my hair to the side.

'But I've been... Craving you, baby.'

Baby.

His fingers trailed up and down my arms, giving me goosebumps.

'Did you miss me?', he asked unbuttoning my jeans.