Your Past is My Future ✓

➻Twenty-one

I'd been shocked when Jin had kissed me at first. His lips were so soft and warm, and he still smelled of shampoo and soap along with fresh cotton of his shirt. And then before I could stop myself, I leaned back into him, closing my eyes.

My first kiss.

It was soft and sweet, filled with warmth. Jin's hands had pulled me closer to his body, his fingers pressing into my bare skin on my arms, causing me to shiver a little. I couldn't remember when exactly we had broken the kiss, or if we said anything to each other afterward. I only remembered him kissing my forehead one last time right before I let sleep take me.

An awkward cough and some people clearing their throats was what woke me up.

I cracked my eyes open a little. I soon realized I was cuddled beside Jin, an arm slung around his rib and one leg flung over his own leg. His own arm was wrapped around the small of my back.

And then I saw six shocked faces around the room staring at us.

"Son of a gun!" I yelped in shock, yanking myself away from Jin and sitting up with eyes wide.

"Speaking of guns, can I have one right now to shoot this memory out of my head?" Yoongi replied, but his eyes were still wide and staring at me and then Jin next to me who was starting to stir as well.

"What's going on?" Jin groaned softly as he stretched in bed.

"I-I'm glad to see you guys seem to be fully clothed," Namjoon stuttered.

"Shizzles!" Jin's eyes snapped open and he too sat up quickly and looked around. "What are you guys doing here??"

"Hoping you'll give us holy water after this incident," Jungkook gestured to the bed itself.

"Hyung, it's 5 AM," Hoseok glanced at his phone, two prominent pink circles on his cheeks. "We need to start getting ready for the concert."

"Did you guys do a little... you know, bam-bam-bam in the ham, if you get what I mean?" Jimin stuttered.

Jin and I glanced at each other at the same time before quickly looking away, faces burning.

"Jimin, get those dirty images out of your head," Jin ordered. "The rest of you, you can definitely see I'm wide awake. I'll be ready within the hour and meet you like usual in Namjoon's room."

One by one the members slipped out of the room. Taehyung was last and suddenly my heart ached as he shot me a sad little look before leaving. I bit my lip and twisted the sheets tightly in my fists.

"Do you wish I hadn't kissed you?" Jin looked at me.

"I... no." Why did I feel like I was half lying? Especially with Taehyung's soft, disappointed face now branded in my mind. "Do you?"

Jin got out of bed and began to grab some clothes. "I told you. I don't regret anything."

"Bro, what da faq?" Jin yelled at Jimin, red-faced.

"What, you're going to need protection if you-" Jimin broke off as Jin hurled the small box Jimin had handed Jin discreetly-but-not-so-discreetly back at his head.

I tried to understand what was in the box and why it had made Jin so mortified. Protection? Protection for or against what?

The boys had arrived back from their concert. Despite their worries, BTS had a great concert and I'd heard an ARMY had told the members sometime during the concert that she and a lot of ARMY didn't believe in the photos and rumors and were soon going to start a petition, which was very kind of them.