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Chapter 25 - Jimin

| Mature Themes | Sexual references |
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Fog

I remember, very vaguely, when I was younger I used to trace patterns on the windows cold glass when I would take trips with my parents. I would use my index finger to draw decorative patterns, that would eventually fade to a new blank canvas.

I remembered that something so insignificant as that held such a dear place in my heart.

But, as I stared at the fog on the window, I realised that something so peaceful as the fog on a window, would to eventually fade and it was better to leave it as it was.

"We will be there shortly," Jimin chimed up from the drivers seat. I tilted my head to him gently and gave a small nod before I rested my head against the glass.

I felt the cold sting over my skin but remained still. Occasionally Jimin would glance over in my direction with his firm grip on the steering wheel. If anything he was concerned, I was being awfully quiet for someone who usually asks so many questions.

"Hey Sweet Cheeks?" Jimin asked as he did a sharp turn to the left, causing me to sling over to where Jimin was sitting. My head came into contact with his shoulder and almost immediately he slung his arm around my body and rested his hand against my stomach.

"You're alright aren't you?" He whispered in a deep voice, lowering the speed of the vehicle as he looked up ahead.

A gulp of anxiousness suppressed my throat as I gave him a small nod while my head was now pressed against his sculpted chest with my hand tucked beneath my cheek.

"Y-Yeah I'm just worried about the others that's all."

That's when I felt Jimin stiffen underneath me with his hand now resting to my thigh. Giving it a tight squeeze within his hand I lurched upright in shock as I felt the sensation waver through my body.

Approaching ahead was a pair of black iron gates.

"Don't worry Sweet Cheeks, they are professionals. For tonight all you have to do is focus on me alright?" Jimin's eyebrow arched up, a cheeky smirk rising over his soft lips as we approached a pair of iron gates. Jimin's hand left the steering wheel as he reached up to the roof and pressed down on a small, rectangular button. With that motion, the gates opened.

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"Should I carry you in as if you are my bride?" Jimin asked, a tint of mischief being heard through his tone. When I looked up to him, the smile he held on his face caused his cheeks to push up into his eyes while his teeth sparkled beautifully.

This man radiated beauty.

I clicked my tongue before opening the creaky wooden door and stepping into the room. It was an old scent- one that smelled like a place hadn't been occupied for a long while. I looked around and let out a cold shiver as I felt a draught run through the small house.

"I'll flick the heater on, you go to the bedroom and get comfy." Jimin whispered while slapping my ass as he walked past me. A twist in my gut caused my eyelids to flutter but I followed his orders. In truth, I wasn't about to turn someone like Jimin down.

So I walked down the dark hallways until I flicked on the light in one of the rooms, a nice huge bed coming into view as the lightbulb hung right over the sleeping arrangement. I noticed there wasn't any clean covers over the mattress itself, so I searched through the cupboard and found a fitted sheet and a duvet. When I finished fixing up the bed I heard the familiar tutting of Jimin from the doorway.