What would you do with Park Jimin in a hotel room for 24 hours? The possibilities are endless and the imagination runs wild. Here are just some of those possibilities.
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I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a white hotel towel from the rack next to the shower and drying myself off with it. I wrapped my dark purple silk bathrobe around myself and tied it tightly around my waist. I walked out of the bathroom, and over to the counter that stood outside the bathroom with the toilet and shower that I had just come from. I brushed my hair back, leaving it to dry rather than bothering to blow-dry it. I grabbed a bottle of tropical scented oil from the counter and walked back into the shower room. I propped my legs up on the edge of the tub and rubbed the oil on my legs.
A loud knock sounded on the hallway door.
"Just a minute!" I yelled. I closed the bottle of oil, put it back on the counter and wiped my oily hands on the towel that sat by the sink. I walked into the living room area, which was separate from the bedroom. It wasn't a fancy room, but it was a nice suite.
I approached the door and looked through the peephole on the door. It was Jimin. His black hair was parted to one side of his head, but a few strands still hung in his eyes. My heart nearly leaped out of my chest seeing his handsome chiseled face under those dark locks.
I quickly removed the deadbolts on the door and opened it. I half hid behind the door, being in nothing but my bathrobe. I smiled when I saw him, and saw that he returned my smile.
He gave me a quick look down and back up. "I didn't interrupt something, did I?" he asked.
I shook my head. "No, I just got out of the shower. I didn't think you were coming until later. You wanna come in?" I asked, tilting my head toward the room behind me.
Jimin quickly glanced down the hallway and then turned back to me, nodding. "Yeah, thanks." He said, smirking as he slipped through the door.
I closed the door behind him, locking the deadbolts back in place. I turned back to see him taking his shoes off. And putting the bag he had down on the floor. "Why did you have to look down the hall? You expecting someone?" I asked.
Jimin straightened up, using his bare feet to shove his shoes out of the way. He shook his head, biting his lip. "I just wanted to make sure the others didn't see me come in."
Earlier, Jimin had asked if he could come by my room, to which I gladly said yes. He didn't want the other group members to know about our secret meetings, though. We had only met a couple months ago.
There was a moment of hesitation, but then Jimin took a couple steps toward me and stood inches from me. He looked a little anxious, but at the same time, he never looked sexier. "So... Are you sure about this?" he asked, his sweet breath tickling my face.
A smirk spread across my face as he said that. "I'm 200% sure." I said and bit my lip, knowing what that meant.
All of the anxiety that Jimin showed a second ago suddenly vanished. In one swift movement, he pushed his body up against mine, pinning me to the wall. His hands grabbed my waist while his lips suddenly pressed up against mine. My arms wrapped themselves around his shoulders, pulling him closer. Our tongues danced for a minute while I wrapped my leg around his waist, pulling his hips closer to mine. His hand reached down and grabbed the outside of my thigh, holding it in place around his waist.
