Out of Breath // pjm.

XVIII / Work

The next week was busy for all of Bighit as the band hopped around Asia for a series of shows. Members and staff were on a constant cycle of sleep all you can- work all you can, and in the midst of this, I noticed that Jimin was taking this 'friendship' thing real seriously.

I stood behind a half-asleep Jungkook, doing his hair with lightning speed as the travel staff was essentials only. Jimin sat waiting in the chair next to his, twiddling his thumbs and playing around, as usual, on twitter.

"So..." he began and I looked up, snapping out of my robotic movements.

"It's been over a week and there's been no mention of that cat," he tucked his phone into his ridiculously tight pants.

"She's coming soon," I admitted, wrapping up Jungkook's hair, "I'll pick her up when we're back home."

"You still naming her Chimmy?" my eyes widened at his question. 

Drunk Tara needs to chill.

"Umm," I blushed, looking away, "I don't know yet. Whatever comes to me when I first hold her."

I patted Jungkook to leave the seat, but he didn't move, flinching ever so slightly.

Jimin stood up, seeing my conflict and took matters into his own hands, practically dragging Jungkook onto the seat he previously occupied. I stood, waiting, amused, watching as the smaller man managed to deftly do the job.

He straightened up, looking at me for a moment before sitting in front of me.

"Can I come see her when you get her?" he asked meekly.

I chuckled, picking up the blow-dryer from beside me.

"What?" he frowned, amused.

"This whole friend thing. It's weird."

"Then don't make it weird," he said, seriously, looking at me in the mirror.

"I'm not! I mean, I'm not doing it!" I said, loudly, freezing and meeting his eyes.

He pursed his lips and reached behind, taking my hand and leading it to the top of his head. I flinched at the contact but got to work.

Just then Jin and Hoseok approached, camera in hand, doing their DIY backstage interviews. I giggled at their silliness as they approached Jimin for his interview. I attempted to hide myself behind Jin's wide shoulders so as to not appear on camera, but gave up a minute later as it hindered my activity.

Jin noticed my movement and stood beside me, half covering my small frame with his own much larger frame.

A gentleman.

They bothered Jimin for a while whilst 'interviewing' him, talking and making more of a fuss than anyone else. They then moved on to bother the now fast asleep maknae and Jimin and I both laughed at their futile attempts to get him to react.

They moved to the other side of the room to get Yoongi and Jimin shifted in his seat, wanting to resume conversation.

"Will you watch a movie with me?" he asked suddenly.

"Huh?" I glanced up, blindsided, meeting his earnest eyes in the mirror once again.

"A movie. You know, like friends hang out and watch movies together," he crossed his arms.

"We watched movies before," I muttered, shifting my focus completely on his hair.

"Tara..." he sang, "we played them but never actually watched them," his eyes were slanted and dark when I glanced at him briefly.

Oh lord.

Flashes of his hands running all over my body on my couch ran through my mind, with ignored movies playing in the background.

I took in a deep breath and bit my lip from stopping a blush to spread all over my face.

"Um," I scrambled for words and he decided to help me after a second or two.

"we don't have to if you don't want to," he prompted, "but I'd like to. I miss your house."

"Just my house?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"And your food," he laughed, baiting me further.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head at him.

"Okay, well," I agreed, "once we're back."

"So that's a yes?" he smiled up at me.

My stomach did backflips at the sight.

"That's a why not," I smiled back at him.

A movie without funny business.

Let's see how that goes.