Why Don't We imagines

Jonah • 12

WARNING: MATURE ELEMENTS.

ALSO, I AM NOT BASHING BTS IN HERE BUT WE ALL KNOW THAT THEY ARE THE MAIN BAND AGAINST THE BOYS

•• A little slice of Heaven••

You slide the right strap of your dress back up your shoulder and slip on your red flats. You blissfully hum a tune as you head to the door, feeling sated. Just before you leave, you turn back and smile at the naked boy starfished on the king sized bed asleep. His curly hair covering his face. You smile, reveling in the fact that you did that to him.

You slowly open the door and tiptoe your way down the stairs, hoping that any of the boys here you sneaking out. It was late as is and you knew your parents would start worrying soon. Your hands hovering over the doorknob when a voice sounds right behind you and startles you.

"Going somewhere, darling?" You shiver at the voice, and warmth buzzes through you.

You turn, coming face to face with Zach Herron. One of the five residents of the house. And he's only in his boxers.

You smile sweetly. " I have to go. I don't want my parents to worry."

He smirks, his hands sliding around your waist. " But all of us haven't woken up yet. You haven't given us your kiss goodbye." He fake pouts.

You smirk. " But that defeats the point of booty calls."

He snorts. " Y:N, I wouldn't say you're a booty call anymore."

" Still, I need to go Zach. If I want to continue this I need to go home. I'll be back in two days."

" Two days too long."

" Oh, Herron. Don't tell me you're going soft on me." You joke.

His mouth drops open in disbelief and shock. " I am not going soft." He splutters.

You go up on your tip-toes to his ear. " Then let me go." You whisper, kissing his earlobe. He shivers and you smirk.

His cheeks have turned red and his eyes have darkened. He looks at you and does his jaw thing, and the heat spreads through you. It takes all of your might to quickly peck him on the lips and leave him there.

You quickly slip out the door and grimace as the sunlight smacks you in the face. You bring your hand up and look out at the vast yard, spying the one man that makes the heat burst into flames down by the lake. He is wearing a wife beater, showing off his muscles as he cranks a wrench on his bike. He is so intent and focused that his chiseled jaw clenched every time he cranks it.

You make your way down the steps, watching him intently as you walk towards your Jeep. You study the way he handles his bike like it's a holy vessel. The way he licks his lips, the way his eyes calculate the damage. You bite your lip, wishing that those nifty hands were working you. The fed move south and you stop to openly watch him. It's not like he would look over, he never really does.

You cross your arms over your chest, wondering what more you could do to get him to notice you.

Suddenly, his eyes snap to you and you freeze in fear.  But then his face turns into a sexy smirks as he waves slowly and seductively at you.

Jonah Marais, the one man that turns you into lava, has just caught you staring.

You blush and quickly walk to your jeep, hopping in and driving away from the house glass. As you drive, you think of the first time you saw the five boys that changed your life forever.

3 years ago:

You sat on the bench at Stillwater high in the arms of your boyfriend since seventh grade, Paul. Paul was part of your country club and your parents loved him.