mindgames | pjm

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The next morning...

I woke up, groaning softly. My nose was stuffy and I felt like my vocal chords had been ripped out of my throat. Last night was a complete blur. I sighed, my eyes shut, and I reached down to rub my hip because it hurt. I felt a hand.

I almost screamed, my heart beating out of my chest. Then it all came back to me, I kissed Jimin, and he kissed me back. I opened my eyes, mumbling softly as I gazed at a sleeping man. He looked so peaceful, and I wanted to run my hand through his hair that had fallen over his face.

I didn't though, instead I rolled over onto my back and sighed softly, reminiscing.

"Jimin-ah." I moaned softly, feeling his hands hold my hips. He groaned into the kiss, our lips connecting like two missing puzzle pieces.

I felt my cheeks get hot, and I covered my face with the duvet blanket. It was cotton, and it smelled like fresh linen. Why was I so.. Oh my gosh. I felt embarrassed, he probably thought I was easy. I pulled his sweater down over my waist, it had ridden up past my hips. Jimin mumbled, rolling over. My eyes darted to look at him, worried he was waking up. He tightened his arm around my waist, moving closer, his voice sleepy as he groaned.

"Jae.." Jimin grumbled, burying his face into the crook of my neck. My face was probably as red as ever. "What time is it?" I didn't say anything, I felt so awkward, I wanted to hide my face. "Ah?" He raised his head up, looking at me. I fiddled with my hands, bringing my knee up. Jimin took his arm away, rolling over onto his back. I didn't mean to make things awkward, I just didn't know how to talk to him. Truth was, I'd only kissed a few men in high school, I wasn't one for that romantic stuff. But now that Jimin was in my life, things changed, it was so awkward.

Jimin mumbled something inaudible, glancing over at me. "What's wrong?" He asked, his voice groggy from sleep.

I shrugged my shoulders, "It's nothing." I rubbed my forehead, moving my hair away from my face. I was so bad at this kind of stuff that it made me cringe. Jimin sighed, and he sat up, leaning against the headrest of his bed.

"This is awkward." He cleared his throat, running his hand through his messy hair. "You don't think we..."

I shook my head, knowing what he was about to say. "No, I know." I muttered.

"Hm..." Jimin yawned, "It's me, isn't it."

I looked over at him, furrowing my brows, "What do you mean?"

"You feel awkward because you regret kissing me, huh?" Jimin sighed, glancing down at his hands. "I shouldn't have let you kiss me. You were half asleep."

I shook my head frantically, scooting closer. I rested my hand on his shoulder, "No, that's not it at all. I swear." This was the last thing I wanted him to think. "I don't regret kissing you."

"Then what is it? You're all standoffish now." Jimin looked at me, quirking an eyebrow.

"It's just.." I put a hand to my forehead, pondering on whether or not to tell him. It was kind of embarrassing. "Ahm.."

"What?"

"I've never.."

He looked at me questioningly.

"I've never been with someone before. Not like this. My life's just been too busy for this kind of stuff until now."

He nodded, taking a minute. "Ohh, so you mean you've never kissed someone before last night?" He snorted, a smirk stretching across his face. 

My face went red, "No, I've never slept with a man before." I didn't mean to say it like that, but I did. What I meant was sleep in the same bed with a man.

"Aww, you're a virgin?" Jimin smirked smugly, leaning closer. "I can change that." He bit his lip.

I wanted to smack him, but I couldn't help but laugh. "Oh my gosh, no. Well yeah I am." I cleared my throat. "But I meant like, slept in the same bed kind of sleep. Ya nasty."

Jimin snorted, covering his mouth as he laughed. It was so cute because when he ran out of air he squeaked, "Oh my gosh. That's okay, now you have." He smiled, leaning over and planting a peck on my cheek.

I beamed, leaning down to rest my head on his shoulder. "Stop."

Jimin rolled his eyes, "Ah, so you'd rather me ignore you?" He retorted.

"I was being sarcastic." I muttered, wrapping my arms around his neck as I looked up at him. He was so handsome, I didn't understand why he liked someone like me.

Jimin wrapped his arms around my waist, laughing as he rolled over atop of me. "You're so beautiful." He held my hips gently as he gazed down at me. We locked eyes for a second, and for a second I was lost. His brown eyes sent me rays of warmth, and comfort, they gave me a sense of safety for some reason. Jimin nibbled his lip, looking at mine. "Jae-ah."

"Yeah?" I mumbled, watching his lips.

"Let me kiss you again."

I wanted to laugh, to call him adorable and kiss him until I ran out of breath. "Yeah, I guess you can. Just once." I rolled my eyes playfully, frowning as I joked.

Jimin chuckled and bit his lip before leaning in, hovering over me as he connected his lips with mine, kissing me softly. He moved one of his hands to hold my cheek, rubbing my skin softly with his thumb as he let his lips glide against mine. His lips tasted so sweet, the taste was so familiar, like cinnamon. Jimin pulled away, humming quietly. "There." He whispered, getting off of me.

I laughed and touched my lips, rubbing them with my fingers. "Ah, your lips are so soft. What chapstick do you use?" I snorted, snickering.

He rubbed his jaw, rolling his eyes, "Whatever." I swung my legs over the edge of my side of his bed, stretching out my arms. "Ah, my sweater is so huge on you." He cooed. The sleeves flopped over my fists as I outstretched my tired arms. I stood up, holding the sweater down over my thighs as I waddled to grab my jeans, slipping them on.

"It's huge on you too, probably." I retorted, pulling my arms through the sleeves as I put my bra back on under the sweater so he couldn't see anything. Jimin shrugged his shoulders, standing up.

"You can keep it on, if you want." Jimin smiled, stuffing his hands into the pockets in the sweats that he wore. The sweater was a wool red sweater that had purposeful rips, and the sleeves had zippers above the cuffs.

"Oh, thanks, Jimin." I stepped up on my tippy toes and kissed his cheek, almost hesitating.

"You're adorable." He shook his head and opened the bedroom door, "Wanna go do something?"

As long as I'm with you, Jimin-ah.

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a/n: i'm so bad at writing lovey-dovey parts, don't laugh at me :')