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chapter ten - masquerade

The car (more like limousine) ride there was, suffice to say, an awkward one. Jimin's hand always seem to 'accidentally' land on my thigh or 'unconsciously' inch up my dress towards my (I was ashamed to admit it) slightly excited core.

"Jimin!" I whisper shouted, feeling that the minor teasing could blow into something much more, someplace I didn't want to visit on the first date.

Wait, is this a date?

No, of course not! He just asked me for a favour.

But why did your voice seem so disappointed when you said that?

Shut up! You don't know anything about me!

I'm literally in your head.

"UGH!" I shouted, supremely annoyed with my conscience.

Funnily enough, a certain Kermit meme came to mind and I started laughing.

Jimin turned his head to look at me weirdly.

"Are you ok?" he said, touching my forehead. "I think you've got a fever."

I blushed at the caring tone of his voice and shook my head.

"No, I don't know what's gotten into me!" I said, patting at my cheeks to reduce the red flush.

Jimin leaned back in his seat, suit straining against his muscles. He smirked.

"It's nice to know you get nervous around me."

I rolled my eyes and flipped him off.

"Ooh, feisty, I like it."

His hand moved back on my thigh.

Luckily, we pulled up in front of the huge residence just in time.

I brushed his hand off and made a move to get out of the car.

Before I put my foot out, I turned back and leaned over Jimin so that my chest was pressed flush against his.

He looked at me, surprised.

"I just wanted you to know, since you seemed so curious," I started, smirk plastered across my face. "I'm wearing black lace panties."

His eyes widened.

"Maybe now you won't be so touchy the whole night."

It was his turn to blush.

Sana - 1, Jimin - 0

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"Mr. Park, who's the lucky lady?"

"Is she your fiancé?"

"Girlfriend? Lover?"

"My, you've gotten a bit taller, Mr. Park!"

Jimin's head turned to glare at the last comment, while I snickered behind my hand.