The Eighth Member • A BTS Fanfic (Jimin x Reader/oc)

Chapter 11

"You haven't figured it out yet? Well this is about to turn x-rated real fast," (in Korean) Jimin moved closer to me.
"Wha-? What are you doing? I'm still underage, you know that, right?!" I choke. He moved even closer, to which I responded by moving backwards until I bumped into the bed and fell back.

Suddenly, Jimin was hovering over me, and I couldn't even process what was happening.
"Say it," he whispered sensually into my ear. (In Korean)
"S-say w-what?"
"What do you want me to do?" (Still in korean)
"S-stop, as much as I w-want to, we c-can't," I shivered as he brushed my hair aside.
"What was that?" And I realize what he wanted me to say.
"Stop it," I plainly said.
"Huh?"
"S-T-O-P....I-T," I spelled out for him.
"Good girl," he said in English. He patted my head and rolled off me, giving me space to stand up and breathe. I could also hear him giggling a little bit, and I think I gave him a: 'I know a lot of things' vibe.

"Were you trying to kill me? I thought I was gonna die of a heart attack," I held my chest.
"No, I just wanted to make you feel welcome...and play a prank or two on you," he admitted. (In Korean)
"Ah-hah! So the part where we are sharing a room was a joke?" I asked, joining Jimin on the bed.
"No, you will actually be my roommate in this house," he told me.
"What?! But where am I going to sleep?!" I asked.
"The bed, of course. I can sleep on the chair over there," I looked at the fancy chair in the creepy corner. I thought carefully and said,
"The bed seems big enough, maybe there's room for both of us? I mean you don't have to, but you're welcome to since it was your room from the start and I–"
"That's a good idea, Min-Ji ah. As long as you're ok with it, I am too," he looked at me with those eyes that I thought I'd never get to see in my lifetime. I felt blessed that I got to sleep next to an angel, a God on earth.
"Uh-uh," I retorted.
"What?" He asked.
"Drop the 'ah,' we share a house and a bed now, it's only normal to drop the honorifics. I mean you can keep it with the others, but that's not my style. Just call me Min-Ji," I suddenly noticed my mistake when I came face to face with Jimin's smirk.

"You almost made it sound like we're a married couple, Min-Ji," I grabbed a pillow nearby and hit his face with it.
"Stop being such a flirt! You are literally the perfect man so stop making me fall for you!!!" I screamed, while attacking him with the pillow.
"Owie~~~ stop Min-Ji!! You kinda represent the army so it's hard for me to stay 'inactive,' just let me be the fool I am!" He gave up and raised his hands.
"Pabo? You think that of yourself?" I asked carefully.
"Of course, that's all I've been told by my hyungs,"
"Oh, Jimin...I've always wanted to tell you this. You are not a Pabo, and you never will be. I love you just the way you are, and there is nothing idiotic about you. Every time they call you 'Pabo,' it's a joke. We all love you," I spoke for the army when I said that. Jimin gave me a hug and buried his face in my shoulder. I did the same with him, until we were shoulder wrestling while we were in a tight hug.

I suddenly flopped into him, and we rolled so that Jimin was on his back and I was on top of him, and my arms were on either side of his shoulders. I had realized another thing: I pinned down Park Jimin.
He looked surprised, while I was in awe at how beautiful he looked (still).
The door suddenly opened, no warning whatsoever. It was to quick for us to react, so we stayed in the awkward position on bed. It looked like I was trying to do something to Jimin, when it was just an innocent wrestling hug match, and to top it all off, my legs were locked to his hips, and my eyes were glued to the door as it opened.

"Min-Ji, time for your production less-" RM talked in English. He was looking at a paper and when he looked up, he stopped midsentence.
"I swear, it's not what it looks like!!!" I screamed in defense as I proceeded to climb off of Jimin's lap and
"What do you want? You ruined a perfectly good moment," Jimin whined (in Korean) at his member.
"Shut up, Jimin ah. Go do something productive and you know it's against the rules to date girls. Army is our only love. No cheating," I pretended like I couldn't understand a word of what he was saying. RM signals me and he exited the room first. Jimin sat up and his hair fell perfectly into place. He gave me a wink and smiled in a way that melted my heart (again!) and I followed RM out of the room.
"Let's go to the recording studio," he told me.

"We have a recording studio in the house?!" I asked in surprise.
"Yeah, we have a lot of things that you don't know about yet in this house. I'll teach you how to use the soundboard first," RM told me.
"Wow," I looked at the hallway. We finally reached the end, and the recording studio seemed to be soundproof.

"Here we are,"