it won't change • p.jm ✔️

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Jimin
August 8

Now the only problem is, I don't know how to cook.

"Yah! Jimin, don't call me stuff like that!" Jiyeon whined while covering her face.

I made my way towards the couch, plopping onto the couch.

"Don't cover your face, you're too pretty to do that." I smiled.

Slowly she took her hands off her face looking downward.

"Hey baby, what's wrong?" I asked slowly running my hands through her hair.

"Jimin your embarrassing me," she wrapped me into a tight embrace. Her face resting in the crook of my neck.

"But isn't that what a good boyfriend does? They take good care of their girlfriend, they make them feel like a princess. Isn't that what you want?"

Jiyeon raised her head looking back at me, "I already feel like a princess when I'm with you."

"This is getting too sappy," Jiyeon cringed.

"So what do you want for dinner?" I asked, I'm such boyfriend material. I really do need a fanpage for myself.

"Hmm, I'm not sure actually. Oh! How about Japanese food?" Jiyeon exclaimed, clapping her hands out of pure excitement.

"Okay sure," I replied. I reached for my phone that was on the side table, calling a Japanese restaurant to deliver food here.

***

After 20 or so minutes of flirting, the food finally came.

"You know I'm a little dissapointed Jimin." Jiyeon said, not looking towards me.

"What is it? I'm sorry, what should I do–" Jiyeon chuckled, catching me off guard.

"I'm joking, let's eat now!" She playfully hit my shoulder.

The two of us sat at the small dining table, that was a room adjacent to the living room.

Jiyeon must've been starving, she ate all her food within eight minutes. Don't even get me started on how many plates of food she ate. In eight minutes?! I'm still halfway on my first plate. I bet she loves food more than me.

"Jimin," Jiyeon whined, "can I get dessert?"

"What do you mean? Aren't you the desert?" I playfully smirked, making Jiyeon blush again.

"No! Seriously," Jiyeon skipped over to the freezer looking for ice cream.

"Jimin? Where's that butterscotch flavor ice cream of yours?" She called out.

"I'm coming, wait" I lightly chuckled.

-

After ten minutes of Jiyeon trying out every single flavor in existence, she finally settled on one. Cotton candy, a flavor I never tried before.

I'm classic, vanilla is the best out there.

Then, I did something that I thought I would never have the guts to do.

Your POV

I know I'm a huge foodie, but what can I say? It's my true nature.

"Can I try your ice cream?" Jimin asked, I nodded.

He didn't take his spoon out of the ice cream, nor did he ask to use my spoon.

Soon enough his lips crashed onto mine, his toungue grazing over each part of my mouth. It felt so new, yet so weird. The sensation was something I wanted to savor, it was addictive. He pulled away, but a part of me was disheartened that he did.

"I really liked that flavor, I've never tried it before." He said staring directly at me, with a playful smirk on his face.

"Oh sure," I rolled my eyes.

"No seriously, I haven't tasted that flavor. Maybe it tastes better cause it was on your lips."

"Gosh Jimin! You're such a flirt!" Feeling embarrassed, I hit is shoulder playfully and leaned onto it.

His fingers combed through my hair, and his fingers intertwined with mine. The fabric of his sweatshirt kept me warm, only wanting to stay by his side even more.

"You know Jiyeon, you should move in with me..."