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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The next morning consciousness found me slowly. My eyes fluttered open, only to see an empty spot next to me. After a minute of confusion, I sat up in bed. I looked around the bed and noticed the comforter that was on top of the bed was gone.
"You're finally awake?" I heard Jimin's voice as he stood in the doorway of the bedroom. He only had a pair of black silk boxers on. It contrasted with his light skin but matched his silky black hair. "Come and get your breakfast" he smirked and turned, disappearing into the living room area.
I stretched and then rolled out of bed, and pulled on my bathrobe from the night before. I made a quick bathroom stop before washing my hands and making my way into the living room area. The comforter was on the floor between the couch and the TV in the room. The coffee table that was there had been moved over by the window. There were even a couple of pillows from the bed lying on top of the comforter. A bowl of strawberries sat on the comforter with a small bowl of whipped cream next to it.
"The other members brought them over a few minutes ago." Jimin was lying in the middle of the comforter on his side facing me. The bowl of strawberries and whipped cream were sitting right next to him. He patted the empty space next to him.
I walked over and laid on my side next to him, facing him. He picked up a strawberry from the bowl and dipped it in the whipped cream. He held it up in front of my lips and I leaned forward, biting into the sweet berry. I bit off half of it, and Jimin put the other half into his own mouth. We chewed in silence, and I was the next one to pick up a strawberry. I covered almost all of it in whipped cream and placed part of it in my mouth. Jimin leaned forward, his mouth wrapping around the other part of the strawberry. Our lips touched as he bit down into the strawberry. He parted, chewing his half if the strawberry just inches from my face. I bit down into mine, but I felt Jimin's lips on mine again. My mouth parted, and I could feel Jimin's tongue scoop up my half of the strawberry and take it into his own. He pulled back, giggling as I slapped this shoulder.
"Strawberry thief!" I whined, then I took another strawberry from the bowl and threw it in my mouth, careful not to let Jimin steal this one.
Jimin gently pushed me onto my back and picked up another strawberry and dipped it into the whipped cream. He touched the whipped-cream covered part of the strawberry to my chest and then moved it down to leave a long trail of white whipped cream from my chest to my belly button. He leaned in, and licked the whipped cream from my belly button to my chest and the strawberry into his mouth. His face hovered over mine, but he was still lying on his side next to me. His free hand reached up and caressed the skin on my stomach. I lifted my head up and bit into the strawberry that stuck out of his mouth. I was about to pull away but I lifted my head, even more, opening my mouth and ripping the strawberry from Jimin's mouth. I put my head back down on the pillow that was beneath my head and smiled as I chewed the stolen strawberry.
