The love cycle | Jimin Fanfic

Let go

I saw Jimin outside the campus and ran to him while covering my face with my hair.

"Yah! What took you so l-" He said but then I grabbed him by the arm dragging him away from there before anyone could see us.

"Let's go." I said sternly to him. He looked confused but shocked at the same time from my sudden reactions. I went to where my motorcycle was parked which was a 10 minute walk away from the campus.

I stopped walking and let go of Jimin's arm then grabbed my keys from my bag.

"What are you doing?!" He said shocked while looking at my red vehicle. I sat on my motorcycle and turned the engine on. I looked at him.

"You coming or what?" He stood there unable to believe that the vehicle he was looking at was mine.

"This is yours?!" He said while his eyes were still widened.

"No. It's not." I said with sarcasm in my voice while rolling my eyes. "Obviously, you pabo! Why the hell would I have the keys to this then?" I said still sitting on my motorcycle with my arms crossed.

"I don't want to ride that." He said looking afraid.

"Wait, don't tell me you're scared." I said almost bursting out of laughter.

"No. I'm not." He said bravely.

"Then what are you waiting for?" I asked while laughing. He walked towards the motorcycle and sat behind me. I started the engine and started revving up. I drove quickly just to tease him.

"YAH! XIA!" He said screaming for his life. I ignored him and drove even faster. Then I felt a pair of arms surrounding me. I looked down only to find Jimin's arms on me.

"Y-yah! Jimin~ah! W-what are you doing?!" I said while stuttering, my face uncomfortable from his soft touch. A few minutes had passed and the position we were in was still the same.

Scaredy cat.

I was in front while he was hugging me from behind. I still felt uncomfortable. I've never been touched like this by anyone but Taehyung and it sure felt really odd with a different guy.

"Y-yah! Let go of me!" I said while looking down at the (smol) hands that were on my waist.

"I don't want to." He said while his head was resting on my back.

"W-what do you mean y-you don't want t-to?" I said confused by the words that came out of his mouth.

"I'm scared, okay!" I had a shocked face plastered on me.

"Something happened?" I asked, curious to what he would say next.

"I don't want to talk about it." He replied with a tone of sadness in his voice.

"I'll slow down then." I said with regret filling my face.

"Okay..." He replied with his hands still on my waist. I slowed down but his hands were still in the exact same place they were earlier. I ignored it because I actually felt pitiful about it. We drove  all the way to my house like that.