TEMPTATION - pjm ff

II. Ice Cream

A blush crawled up my cheeks, the same way the sun rose on the fresh mornings of spring. I fumbled over my thoughts before actually responding to Jimin's question, but Jimin, having been my best friend for years, took advantage of my hesitant state by cackling his cute ass off.

"Shut up, you idiot," I remarked while I punched him slightly on his right shoulder. "You would react the same way if you saw me with a sexy outfit on."

"Haha, very funny," Jimin said as he sat down next to me on my couch with a soft thump. I stared at his twinkling eyes with a deadly glare, hoping to shoot his confidence down with my piercing daggers of fury. Unfortunately, my efforts went to waste as he kept up his act.

A spark went off inside me as a brilliant idea sent adrenaline rushing through body.

I have the perfect idea.

He would just have to have a dose of his own medicine. wHo told him to be so rUdE, anyways?

I brought my heat-emitting body closer to his, and smirked gently against his ear, earning me slight satisfaction as Jimin squirmed uncomfortably.

I hadn't expected me body to react as I inched my way closer to his ear, but the hairs on my arms stood up as I felt his warmth beside me.

"Give me my ice cream and shut the hell up," I whispered softly in his burning-red ear. "Unless you want to see what I can do." His gaze shifted downwards, as if he was terrified of me.

I wasn't terrifying, right?

The slight declination in his head only made his fluffy hair more tempting to touch.

So close...

My fingers crawled their way up to Jimin's strands of hair, and before I could even realize what I was doing, my fingernails dug into the roots of his hair, barely grazing his scalp. The feeling of his angelic warmth was enough to send me into a world of euphoria.

Well, until a certain someone applied pressure to my hands in a hurriedly fashion, pinning my fingers to his scalp.

I froze my movements as Jimin guided my fingers through his hair, gently massaging his scalp in small circles. His lithe fingers led my own with a sense of urgency, as if he had been deprived of physical touch for the past three months.

My blood vessels constricted as my plan backfired. I had just meant to distract him from humiliating me and my stupid blush.

And look what it got me.

Stuck in an awkward position with my breath fanning over the side of his face while my fingers traced patterns in his hair.

Not that I didn't like it; his hair felt heavenly and when he tilted his head back a little, I tugged his hair a little, hoping to tease him.

He had always been used to my touch since we were kids, and so when he emitted a lowly growl and looked at me with hooded eyes at that moment, I was completely, and utterly, shook.

Goosebumps arose over my skin, and my heart beat fervently.

Not even a few seconds had passed until I broke out of my stupor and pulled my hands away from his firm grip, nearly landing on the other side of the couch in a tangle of blankets.

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Sorry for the late update but my wig's been snatched by some rude boiis.

This chapter was inspired by BTS's insane dedication for their new comeback. I just thought Jimin's hair needed a little appreciation. Oh, and yes, Jimin's hair in this FF will be his current hair (black) instead of brown.

Plus, school's got me pretty busy, too so don't come at me.

-Love, the beloved author.